There are old people, there are adults, and of course children are the most.

The second uncle and Wu Guoqing have also come every day recently, they like to watch news broadcasts and weather forecasts, and after buying a TV from Ruan's house, they have been guarding it every day since the next day.

The two occasionally chat with Mr. Shu, when Mr. Shu is not putting on music, he is still very approachable, at least Wu Guoqing and the second uncle are full of praise for him, and feel that he is particularly insightful in speaking, and he likes to talk to him about the content of the news broadcast.

And the children are waiting to watch "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", because of this, there has been a martial arts style in the village recently, and the boys have tied their completed homework books into swords with duct tape, and they have to fight it out if they have nothing to do.

Ruan Wei also tore a book to make a sword the day before yesterday, although it is a book that has been studied, but now people attach great importance to books, and even if they have learned, they will be well preserved, and Ruan Wei tore the book from last semester, so angry that Ruan Chi beat him hard.

Ruan Lin hadn't finished cleaning up yet, and seeing that the second uncle had already come over and was waiting to watch the news broadcast, he hurriedly turned on the TV.

If it's the first time I watched TV, I watched it with relish, but if I had watched it for a few days, I wasn't interested in it, so I just played around it.

Ruan Jiaojiao didn't like to watch the news either, so she was carried by Shu Wei to Shu Jie's room to talk about herself, and Xu Xu saw that she couldn't plug in, so she went upstairs to practice calligraphy.

The two sisters hadn't seen each other for half a year, and they had endless words, so Ruan Jiaojiao nestled in Shu Wei's arms and listened, while eating the melon seeds she peeled for herself.

"Don't feed her too much, and I'll have to drink goat's milk later. Seeing that Shu Wei kept stuffing Ruan Jiao's petite mouth, Shu Jie frowned.

Shu Wei heard this and said with a smile: "No wonder we Jiaojiao have a fragrance on our body, and dare to love is the fragrance of milk." As she spoke, she leaned into Ruan Jiaojiao's neck and sniffed it, looking intoxicated, and her breath blew in Ruan Jiaojiao's neck, making her laugh non-stop.

But speaking of this goat milk, Shu Wei remembered that he had a classmate who made milk at home, so he said: "I heard that foreigners all eat milk, and they can grow strong, Jiaojiao's health is not good, we also give her some to drink, I have a classmate who does this at home, and when I go back to school, I will send some to Jiaojiao." ”

In this era, in addition to goat's milk, more people still drink malt milk, and milk is really rare for people to get.

"Just get it without bothering. Shu Jie did not refuse, Ruan Jiaojiao was in good health when she was born, and she was sitting well during confinement, although the breast milk was sometimes not available, but Ruan Jiaojiao was never hungry, and the good ones were sent to her mouth.

It's just that the last time Ruan Jiaojiao fell into the ditch and had that serious illness, her body bones were not very good, and then she fell down the stairs and bled so much...... Fortunately, she was loved and spoiled at home, and she never got sick again after being discharged from the hospital.

"Well, when the time comes, send more and drink some for your aunt, you all drink. Shu nodded slightly, looked at the well-behaved Ruan Jiaojiao in her arms, she really loved it, pinched her little face from time to time, and kissed her again.

Later, I talked about Ruan Jiaojiao's godmother Zhao Li.

Shu Jie and Shu Wei passed two letters, in which Zhao Li was mentioned, she was a little curious about this woman, but at the same time, she understood her love for Ruan Jiaojiao.

Because she thinks that her niece is really hurting, she doesn't know why, she likes her photos very much when she sees them, and after seeing her people, she wants to hurt her heart even more.

Purple Pen Literature