Mr. Liu recovered from his illness for a few days. He got a little better and was able to stay in bed. However, he just sighed and lamented all day long.
Song Heng would go to her courtyard every morning to sit and talk with her, and in the afternoon he would stay in the study. After dinner in the evening, he would go to Qiushi courtyard to see his two sons and ask about Zi Ling's schoolwork.
On this day, Song Heng came to Qiushi Courtyard again, holding the boy An and talking to Song Ziling in the main room.
Xia Zhu and Dongmei warmed the milk for the boy in the kitchen.
"Dongmei, do you think the general and his wife are a little strange?"
Xia Zhu squatted in front of the small stove and looked at Dongmei and asked.
"What's weird?"
Dongmei asked her back.
Xia Zhu looked at the door and saw no one, and whispered to Dongmei: "Although the general comes to Qiushi Courtyard every day, he has never stayed overnight!"
I didn't mention that I had a young lady in the past, but now there is no young lady. Since my uncle moved out, the general has not stayed in Qiushi Courtyard again.
In fact, Dongmei thought it was a little strange at first, but she heard the little flowers in the old lady's courtyard say that the general didn't stay overnight because his wife had been in poor health after giving birth, and the general slept in the study every day for fear of hurting his wife.
Dongmei whispered to Xia Zhu, "The general doesn't stay overnight for the sake of his wife."
"How can I become a wife if I don't stay overnight?"
Xia Zhu looked at Dongmei puzzled and asked.
Dongmei glanced at her, leaned close to her ear, covered her mouth with her hand, and muttered to her.
Xia Zhu blushed as she listened. After Dongmei finished speaking, she touched her hot face and said, "Our general is so considerate."
It turned out that this was the reason why the general didn't stay overnight. She thought there was something wrong with the relationship between the general and his wife! After the milk was heated, Dongmei was put into a porcelain bowl and brought to the main room.
"give it to me!"
Shen Wan reached out to take the milk bowl from Dongmei's hand.
Dongmei put the milk bowl in Madam's hand and stood aside to wait.
"It's time for Zian to drink grandma."
Shen Wan said to the son in Song Heng's arms in a cooing voice.
"Ahh..." Xiao Zi'an opened his mouth, waiting for his mother to feed him.
Seeing that her son had no intention of leaving his father's arms, Shen Wan glanced at Song Heng and fed him like this.
After feeding a few spoonfuls, Song Heng saw that milk was leaking from the corner of his son's mouth, so he wiped his son's milk with his sleeve without any fuss.
The hand that was about to wipe his son's mouth when he took out a handkerchief froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. The way this old man wiped his son's mouth was too rough and crazy.
At first she thought that Song Heng might treat the child as a monster because she gave birth to it, and would not like the child, but now it seems that he also likes Zian.
Shen Wan held the handkerchief in her hand and continued to feed the boy An.
"Zian, can you give me a drink for my brother?"
Song Ziling leaned his head over.
The boy was drinking milk and looking at his brother with bright eyes.
When his mother twisted another spoonful to his mouth, he used his soft little hands to push the spoon towards his brother.
Everyone in the room was happy when they saw it. Hui'er smiled and said, "Young master is so good. He knows how to be humble at such a young age."
Song Ziling's heart almost melted because of his cute little brother. What kind of fairy brother is this?
He decided that whoever dared to bully his little boy An would be beaten until he cried.
"Brother doesn't drink, but Zi'an does. If we Zi'an drink, we will grow up quickly so that my brother can play with you."
Song Ziling touched the soft hair on his brother's head and felt that it felt very good.
"Ah..." Xiao Zi'an pushed the spoon in his mother's hand towards his brother, and made a drinking gesture with his lips pursed.
"Hehehe..." Shen Wan was amused by her son's cute action.
How could her precious son be so cute? Seeing Shen Wan's smile, Song Heng was distracted for a moment. It seemed that she hadn't smiled so heartily for a long time. She looked so beautiful when she smiled like this.
"Okay, brother, drink."
Song Ziling took a sip and then popped it on his brother's face.
"Giggle..." Xiao Zian clapped his little hands and laughed happily.
Looking at his smiling wife, his sensible eldest son, and his cute little son, Song Heng suddenly felt a sense of happiness in his heart. Isn't this the kind of simple and warm life he wants?