"Hmm!"

Xiao Shizi felt that what Mu Qingge said was extremely reasonable, but, "Don't you take your father with you when you travel?"

My father has always missed my mother, and if I don't go with me this time, my father will be sad, right?

"Father has something to do. When Mu Qingge spoke to his son, his tone was always light and soft, and he also had a cute ending that was exclusive to children, "Father is a seven-foot man, and when the world is the first thing to do, he can't play all the time." ”

Zhan'er understood. ”

Although Xiao Shizi said so, his drooping little face still carried loss.

Mu Qingge kissed his son, hugged his soft little body, and coaxed: "Of course, it's not that I can't always take my father with me, after my father is busy, after we return to China, we can take Zhan'er to play together." ”

"Really?"

"I promise!" Mu Qingge raised three fingers in his right hand and swore solemnly: "The mother concubine will do what she says!"

"Hmm!"

The light in Xiao Shizi's eyes reappeared, "Listen to the mother." ”

So, after the two bought a lot of things, they rented a carriage, and the two guards sent by Ji Ziyan served as coachmen, and the four of them went all the way north.

Walk while playing.

Every time she goes to a place, she will take her son to the most distinctive places in the local area to see, eat local special food, and take her son to participate in interesting local festivals.

Of course, children can't afford to fall behind in their schoolwork.

In fact, Mu Qingge felt that it was nothing, but Xiao Shizi did not want to be left behind.

He always insisted on reading as many books as he read and how many pages he practiced every day.

Mu Qingge couldn't resist his son, so he went with him.

However, she felt that her son's written homework could be put aside, and every day she asked her son to write down what he ate and where he went, just to make a record of what he saw and thought during the day.

Mu Qingge feels that this will help deepen the memory at the same time, and when the child grows up in the future, he will have a different feeling when he looks back.

Xiao Shizi has read a lot of books, these books are relatively simple, and he has written a lot of words, but his literacy is still limited, and he has never written a paragraph.

It's actually a bit of a struggle for him to write these things.

However, although he is as quiet as snow, he is a person who is not ashamed to ask, when recording, if there is anything he doesn't understand, he will ask Mu Qingge, and if he doesn't know how to describe the scene, he will also ask for advice, so bumpy, he can also write a rough idea.

When his son was writing, Mu Qingge painted a portrait of his son on the side.

After her son finished writing, she took it over and looked at it, and commented with a smile: "Yes, there is a third and fourth grade composition level." ”

"Third or fourth grade?"

Xiao Shizi knew that it was a compliment, but when he heard the words he didn't understand, he asked curiously: "Mother, what is that?"

"Hmmm......"

Mu Qingge touched his chin and gave an answer: "For example, if a person starts to go to school at the age of six or seven, the third or fourth grade means that he has been in school for about three or four years. ”

Xiao Shizi understood, and his little face flushed, "The mother concubine is too famous, and Zhan'er has just started to write the narrative, and she is not good at writing." ”

"It's already good, Zhan'er is only six years old. ”

And his son's handwriting is much more upright and beautiful than those elementary school students.

Thinking so, she asked, "Zhan'er, when did you start your enlightenment?"

Xiao Shizi thought about it for a while, and replied seriously: "My father began to teach Zhan'er to read and write at the age of four. When I was younger, my grandmother and grandmother said that my father would hold me every day to read all kinds of books and account books, and would also show me picture books. ”

Mu Qingge listened, and the picture of Rong Jue holding the child and coaxing her while handling affairs came to her mind, and her heart was hot, and she suddenly missed Rong Jue very much.

Over the years, she has really missed a lot.

In that kind of picture, there should be one of her.

If she is here all these years and Rong Zhan is handling affairs in the West Chamber, she will let people spread soft blankets all the places in the West Chamber, and Zhan'er will be carried by her, and she will hold and play with her for a few months, and give Rong Jue a hug when she is tired.

When he was older, she and Rong Zhan would personally support Zhan'er from left to right, teaching him to learn to walk step by step, from bumps to firm steps; they would also teach him to speak word by word, witnessing him from babbling to speaking clearly, from whispering to tender milk, listening to him call his father, queen and mother at various stages.

When he was older, Rong Jue taught her son arithmetic and martial arts, she taught him to read and draw, and even taught him medical skills.

She could even talk to him about astronomy and geography, the vast universe, and the four seasons of all things.

She would tell him these things in the most interesting way he could understand, and she could even draw him a children's picture book herself, and if he was interested in anything, she would tell him more.

It's a pity that she missed the six years of his upbringing.

Six years, more than 70 months, more than 2,000 days and nights.

"Mother, are you crying?"

Xiao Shizi saw Mu Qingge's eyes red when he pinched the article he wrote, and he couldn't help but feel anxious, "Why are you crying, is it uncomfortable?"

"Nope. ”

Mu Qingge wiped his eyes, and saw that his heart was sour and soft because of his own red eyes, and he reached out to hold his son into his arms, "The mother concubine knows medicine, and the mother knows it if she is uncomfortable." The mother concubine just sighed, fortunately it was still in time. ”

Came back in time.

"Huh?"

Xiao Shizi slowly buried his somewhat stiff little body into his mother's arms, and then patted her back with a small hand, "Mother doesn't have to feel anything, just tell your father and Zhan'er, my father and Zhan'er will work hard to do it for my mother." ”

The mother's arms are different from the father's arms, the father's arms are broad and firm, the mother's arms are soft and soft, for some reason, in the mother's arms, he will also want to rely on his father as much as he wants to rely on, but he also has a sense of mission than when he is facing his father.

The mother should laugh, not cry.

As soon as she cried, he was sad.

Mu Qingge listened to his serious, caring little milk voice, and suddenly tears and smiles came out together, "Poof!"

She laughed while wiping her tears, and only after wiping it did she hold the child's arms, look at him face to face, and said: "Zhan'er, the mother concubine just wants to tell you, if you have anything you want to do, or if you have any ideas, you can tell the mother and father that you can't hide it in your heart, you must declare it, you know?"

"Good. ”

Xiao Shizi nodded obediently.

"My Zhan'er is so good. Looking at his son's face, Mu Qingge's tears somehow flowed out again.

Xiao Shizi frowned and stretched out his hand to wipe her tears.

"Don't wrinkle. ”

Mu Qingge said softly: "The mother concubine is crying with joy, it's not sad, Zhan'er doesn't have to worry about it, do you know?"

"Good. ”

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