The silver moonlight is shining outside, the river is curved, the water is gurgling, and the house is full of spring...
The next day.
Under the banyan tree on the left side of the house, Ting Qingyu and Cheyue were sitting underneath with their children in their arms. The maple forest opposite had turned half the sky red, and the color was brilliant and fiery. The clouds had gradually stopped crying and making noises, and were quietly watching Ting Qingyu.
In his arms, he stared at the maple forest not far away with his dark eyes.
"Yun'er, do you see it? There is a maple forest there. What a beautiful maple forest!" Ting Qingyu touched her daughter's fair and tender face and said with a chuckle.
It’s September, but the maple trees here are red.[
Ting Qingyu remembered that in China, it should be October when maple leaves turn red, right? But after all, this is the Ming Dynasty, the climate is different, and the growth cycles of plants are different.
Yun'er suddenly chuckled, and Cheyue looked at her little daughter in surprise, and was so happy that she was speechless.
"Che, look, my daughter will laugh. Haha, our daughter will laugh!" Ting Qingyu shouted happily. Concubine Rou on one side put down her sewing work and looked up at her granddaughter not far away.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled happily.
This kind of happiness is what she has always longed for, and now she can finally have it, but can this kind of happiness last long?
A look of worry suddenly flashed in Concubine Rou's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
"Ling'er, come on, smile too!" Cheyue lifted her son up with interest and kept teasing him.
But Ling'er's dead fish eyes just looked at Che Yue indifferently, looking so elegant. Che Yue was unwilling to give in and continued to tease, but even though he was sweating profusely, Ling'er still looked rigid.
"Yu'er, does Ling'er look like you when you were a child? Look, he has no expression at all." Cheyue couldn't help crying or laughing, and said to Ting Qingyu in frustration.
Ting Qingyu frowned. Her eldest son was very calm, but for a baby, he cried too little, which made her worried! If he is mentally retarded...
"No, Ling'er is calm! Come on, let's hug each other!" Ting Qingyu stood up with a smile, and the nanny quickly stepped forward and hugged Yun'er, and then Ting Qingyu went to hug her son.
The son's weight is obviously a little heavier than that of the daughter. His pink and tender face usually has an indifferent expression, which makes Ting Qingyu a little bit dumbfounded. This expression is clearly like that of a silver god.