[69 Book Bar - www.] Recently, Qingwu always wakes up easily from her dreams, with more and more times, and the intervals are getting shorter and shorter. This time, she is exhausted from the inexplicable torment.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw the vast and boundless darkness.
Amidst the sound of gauze-like rain, Qingwu stared dryly, and a thin layer of sweat was already seeping out from under the hair on her forehead.
They were all sweet dreams, but why did she always wake up suddenly with a startle?
Everything in Nantong is good, but the rainy season in April and May is unbearable.
Five years have passed, and Qingwu still hasn't learned how to adjust to her unhappy mood in the rain, but she also figured it out. After all, there are more or less unchangeable natures in people's lives.
Recently, she always dreamed about the past, the past with Ling Yansen, in Monet, when he deliberately groomed her to attend the signing ceremony, in the bathroom, he bit her finger, and later, when she was pregnant with Duoduo...
Qingwu touched her sweaty hair, turned on the bedside wall lamp, and lay there in a daze, looking at the jade-like pale light on the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything.
After a while, I turned to look at the electronic watch on the bedside. Sure enough, it was already six o'clock.
She got dressed and went to the two boys' room. The room was not big, with a single bed on one side. The two brothers lay on their sides in the same posture, with the quilts off their bodies. Qingwu learned how to take care of children from Sister Chen.
She used her own skills to put cotton-stuffed bellybands on her two sons. The weather was not yet hot, and she was worried that the children would have a habit of kicking the quilt, so she forced them to put on bellybands before going to bed every night.
Now, with a cotton bellyband covering my belly, I won’t catch cold easily.
"You little slackers, wake up!"
Duoduo was relatively honest. At least he opened his eyes a little, and looked at Wu with difficulty, then hummed and moved, and continued to sleep.
This little kid is very courageous. Even if his ears hear it, his body still pretends to be the same. Even if he doesn't move or turn over, he still sleeps soundly.
Qing Wu had no choice but to look at the continuous rain outside the window and thought to herself, forget it, rainy days are troublesome, boys are naughty, Duoduo is quiet, but Xiaoxiao is a complete devil, and he will have to pay for it in the end when he is covered in mud and water.
They wash for half a day.
So I turned on the TV and watched it casually for a while, and at 6:30, I started preparing breakfast for my children.
Duoduo likes to drink heated milk and mix it with white sugar with a large spoon. Xiaoxiao likes authentic Chinese porridge, mung beans and red beans, preserved eggs and lean meat, which are all his favorites.
The two children have different preferences, and it is their mother who is very busy.
Starting the preparation at 6:30 is actually a bit hasty. In fact, you can make the porridge the night before and refrigerate it in the refrigerator overnight, and just heat it the next day. But Qingwu is worried that the children will not be able to eat fresh porridge, even if it is not so thick.
I also have to make porridge the next morning.
She can make all kinds of pastries and breads, but her family does not have the conditions for a cake shop, and there are only a few kinds of bread in the shop. Her children are greedy for fresh things, and they eat them back and forth, and they have long been bored.
Qingwu had no choice but to change her breakfast back and forth and make some small tricks.
I remembered the steamed buns from Aunt Wang’s breakfast shop downstairs that I ate yesterday morning, so today I will change to vegetarian buns. The meat on the outside is not clean, but the meat buns taste good. Duoduo and Xiaoxiao are always clamoring for them.
Qingwu had to endure the flu and did not dare to buy it for them.
When they got home, the two little guys got up on time and huddled at the bathroom sink, each using their own hands to brush their teeth and wash their faces.
Qingwu put breakfast on the table, opened the bathroom door, smiled, "Hurry up, it's getting late."
"Mom, what did you eat this morning?" Xiaoxiao is a foodie, so naturally he cares about food the most.
“Preserved egg and lean meat porridge and steamed buns with red bean paste.”
Xiaoxiao immediately lowered his eyes, shrugged his head, and lost his energy at all, wailing, "I hate bean paste buns!"
Qingwu patiently smiled and asked, "Then do you hate mom?"
Xiaoxiao realized his mistake and shook his head repeatedly, smiling sweetly to please, "No, no, no! Xiaoxiao loves his mother the most!"
"Then the bean paste buns you hate were bought by your mother personally from downstairs. Do you want to eat them?"
The tangled little brows became tangled, "...eat..."
Duoduo laughed secretly beside him, and Qingwu felt deeply relieved and touched her eldest son's head, "Xiaoxiao, learn from your brother, a child who is not picky about food is a good child."
Xiaoxiao was immediately dissatisfied, "Tsk! Mom, you don't even know if it's okay or not. It was only in school that Ling Xiaoduo showed his true side!"
"Ling Xiaoxiao, be careful what you say."
"Why are you, Ling Xiaoduo, afraid that I will expose your shortcomings?" Xiaoxiao smiled in disbelief.
Qingwu looked helplessly at her two sons who were quarreling with each other. She looked at the clock on the wall and said, "If you keep arguing, you will be late!"
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Mom, I'll be fine soon!"
The children were very obedient. When they saw Young Master Qingwu's face serious, she didn't dare to make a sound. She washed her face obediently and walked to the dining table. They just looked at the mediocre breakfast and both of them chewed it in small bites.
, everyone reluctantly grabbed a bean paste bun, and the painful expressions on their faces told Qingwu that the situation was very strange.
When children are growing up, they tend to get hungry easily even if they don't like to eat. On weekdays, they have to drink at least a small bowl of porridge, not to mention a lot of milk.
It was the same thing yesterday morning. There was more than half a bowl of porridge left in the small wooden bowl, and Duo Duo's milk was not completely drunk.
Qing Wu tasted it and found that the taste was exactly the same. What were these two idiots doing? They didn't eat seriously anymore.
Seeing that it was already 7:15, the two boys rushed to put on their schoolbags, opened the door, and rushed downstairs.
Qingwu had no choice but to catch up with the buns and try to stuff one for each of them to eat on the way, but Duoduo and Xiaoxiao both shook their heads.
"Mom, you're going to be late!"
"Mom, I'm really full! I really can't eat anymore! Just eat it!"
Then there was an impatient closing sound. Qingwu couldn't figure it out and stuffed the bun into her mouth. She couldn't figure it out all day long.
This situation lasted until the third day, not only in the morning, but also when I came back in the evening. There was a lot of leftover food in the thermos bucket from the meal I brought them for lunch. Both children had the same dinner, not much, and they didn’t say yes when asked.
For some reason, I would catch a cold and feel uncomfortable from time to time. Both of them shook their heads and lowered their heads, like children who had done something wrong, and remained silent.
Qingwu was a little anxious, thinking she was sick or something.
But on the fourth day, when she received a call from her head teacher, Qing Wu completely understood what was going on.