"Okay, eat it while it's hot, don't wait until it's cold", seeing the expression of the eldest son, Zhang Ju suddenly felt a little crying and laughing and said.

Hearing his mother's words, Ma Xiaoyong came back to his senses from intoxication. I grabbed the chopsticks next to me and began to snort. "It's delicious, it's delicious," he muttered vaguely as he ate.

Looking at the eldest son's appearance, Zhang Ju felt a little funny and shook his head slightly. said with a wry smile: "You eat slowly, don't burn it." It's all yours, what's the hurry."

"Mother, is my brother crying today?". Ma Xiaoyong asked while eating.

"Your brother is well-behaved, he doesn't cry or make trouble all day today, how can he be like you, you cried and made trouble every day at that time", Zhang Ju joked with a smile.

Hearing Zhang Ju's words, Ma Xiaoyong's face suddenly turned red. The embarrassment is dead. "Can you not say it so bluntly".

Looking at the embarrassment of his eldest son, Zhang Ju couldn't help laughing.

"Mother still has some work almost done, you can rest early after eating, put the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and my mother will come to clean up later", after speaking, he rubbed Ma Xiaoyong's head, and walked slowly towards the textile wheel.

"Well, okay, mother, don't be too late, don't be tired", Ma Xiaoyong said seriously.

Finally full...

touched his slightly bulging belly, licked the corner of his mouth, and Ma Xiaoyong showed a look of satisfaction.

Although Zhang Ju asked him to rest early after eating, the dishes and chopsticks cleaned up by himself. But, how could the sensible Ma Xiaoyong really put the dishes and chopsticks on the table and wait for his mother to clean them up?

After quickly cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he climbed into bed a little tired.

Although he was a little tired, Ma Xiaoyong, who was lying on the bed, had not yet fallen asleep, with his hands behind his head, looking at the starry night sky outside the window, slightly distracted. The past gradually came to mind.

I remembered the majestic and tall figure, the figure that often let his crotch on his shoulder and then run with him, the first time he took him to hunt. All sorts of thoughts came to me.

"Father, how are you doing in another place? Yong'er has grown up and is able to take care of her mother. We're doing well now, you don't have to worry about us. Yong'er can now earn two gold coins a month!

"Do you know? My mother added a younger brother to Yong'er yesterday, and my mother said that my brother is very well-behaved... I don't know, did you leave in such a hurry to name your brother?"

"The clear soup noodles made by my mother are still so delicious, I wonder if you can also eat such delicious clear soup noodles in another world?"

Father, it's been a long time since you've hugged Yong'er!

"Do you know? Today is the day of Yong'er's medicated bath, and Yong'er is in pain. But Yong'er doesn't tell her mother, this kind of thing is our man's business, Yong'er only says it to her father."

"Father...... Yong'er misses you, stay in your arms, Yong'er feels very safe and warm. The wind can't blow, the rain can't get wet, and no one can bully Yong'er. With you, Yong'er, you don't have to soak in that damn medicated bath anymore."

"Do you know? Yong'er misses our old days, riding on your broad shoulders every day, eating a bowl of steaming clear soup noodles from her mother, Yong'er feels extremely happy."

Two lines of tears that appeared crystal clear in the moonlight slipped silently, but the boy didn't know it. The boy's happiness index is very low, nothing more than a bowl of clear soup noodles and a hug. However, it is not available, and some people can easily have it without knowing it, but they do not cherish it!

It may be that the heart is dead, or it may be tired. Before I knew it, the boy had fallen asleep. The soft moonlight shone through the window around the huddled boy, as if a silver blanket was draped over the young body, as warm as a father's embrace.

No matter how tormented life is for you, please don't give up your yearning for a better life. Please also do not forget the responsibility on your shoulders. Breaking the darkness will eventually usher in the light, exorcise the demons, and live freely!

Busy life always passes quickly, and in a blink of an eye~~ six months have passed.

Ma Xiaoyong is six years old, and his younger brother Ma Xiaofeng is also six months old.

In fact, Ma's father had already taken off the name of the fetus in Zhang Ju's womb early. The name "Ma Xiaofeng" and the name of the eldest son Ma Xiaoyong are combined, implying the trend of "wind and clouds"!

In the evening...

When Ma Xiaoyong continued to drag heavy steps into the house.

saw that her mother was not busy sitting on the textile cart as usual, but hugged Ma Xiaoyun tightly and sat on the bed with her eyes blank.

Ma Xiaoyong's heart suddenly burst, he didn't care about his tired body, and ran straight over. At this moment, he did not realize that he was like a strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, he came to his mother.

"Mother, what's going on?", Ma Xiaoyong asked anxiously.

Zhang Ju didn't seem to hear his eldest son's shout, didn't react at all, and was still stunned.

"Mother, mother, talk quickly, what happened?", Xiao Ma Yong was really anxious this time, climbed into bed, and shook Zhang Ju desperately.

Zhang Ju finally woke up from his stunned, looked at his eldest son with an anxious face, his nose was sore, and he hugged Ma Xiaoyong with his left hand and cried bitterly.

Ma Xiaoyong was suddenly hugged by his mother and cried. It's a little overwhelming. After being stunned, he didn't speak, and stroked his mother's back, as if this could better help his mother to go smoothly.

It took a long time for Zhang Ju to calm down and let go of his son.

Seeing that his mother stopped crying, Ma Xiaoyong helped her mother wipe away the tears on her cheeks, and asked softly, "Mother, what happened?" Can you tell Yong'er?"

Hearing her son's words, the old man's words rang in her ears again, and her nose was sour again, but this time she didn't cry. Maybe it's because after crying a lot just now, the depressed mood is also a lot better.