"When we were children, Tianchen was the same as Xiao Maotou, it was also the door of the brain, the bridge of the nose was not high, the nose was high, and the voice was loud when we cried.

When we were young, we were really the same as Xiao Maotou, I saw Xiao Maotou, as if I went back in time and saw our little Tianchen again. We were little Tianchen and died when we were 3 years old. ”

The old handsome man's voice is pleasantly nostalgic, although the content of the nostalgia is hardly pleasant. The handsome old guy doesn't seem to care about taboo issues, that's all, when he talks about his son's death, he actually smiles and doesn't feel any pain. I don't know if it's the brain circuit, or if I don't have the heart or lungs to do this, it's quite puzzling.

Huang Caihong focused on breastfeeding, but she also heard what the handsome guy Lu was saying, but she didn't take it to heart.

Suddenly, Xin Qiao'er grabbed the glass at the head of the bed and threw it to the door. The glass fell to the ground and shattered with a piercing cracking sound.

Huang Caihong was startled and hurriedly comforted the baby boy who was touching the air with his little hands.

The sound of loud chatter in the living room came to an abrupt end.

There was a stormy silence in the room.

Looking at Xin Qiao'er again at this time, her face was white and red, and she was obviously very emotional. After tossing the glass, she grabbed the ceramic bowl with half a bowl of rice left and threw it towards the door again.

The rice in the bowl was affected by gravity in the process of flying, and it flew all the way and fell all the way, scattering rice grains on a bed and a place. The bowl slammed against the door and played to the piano in the bedroom doorway. Sonorous and powerful.

Huang Caihong was dumbfounded, she hugged the baby tighter, and the person shrank into the corner. She did this just because she knew that Old Man Lu was not good at stubble, and he would definitely counterattack.

Sure enough, a figure jumped into Xin Qiao'er's bedroom, stood two or three steps from the entrance, and "bang", "bangdang" desperately slammed the door to the wardrobe behind the door.

"Register! Poke that mother's forehead! Brain watt! Harbor than adopted son! Which daughter-in-law sprinkles in all ways. Hong Kong poison cut Dabi ah......"

Huang Caihong doesn't understand Shanghainese, but she is also a person who has been in Shanghai for eight years, and she can still understand Shanghainese. Seeing the old man Lu compare one bite at a time, it is really embarrassing and annoying.

The painted skin is not as disgusting as the old man at this moment!

Huang Rainbow provided her back, hugged Xiao Maotou tightly in her arms, and simply turned to the corner of the wall. She really didn't want to look at Old Man Lu's distorted face.

Xin Qiao'er's lips were about to be bitten, and people were shaking. Her thin skin made her unable to scold, so she continued to throw things with a sense of hatred. The knife that peeled the fruit was caught in her hand. I have the heart to throw it out, but I am afraid that the accuracy will be bad and wasteful.

Holding the knife, she crawled out of bed with a rolling belt, and threw herself at the old man in the road.

Old Man Lu had a good intuition, and when he turned around, he saw Xin Qiao'er rushing like a ghost, and then saw the cold light at a glance, so he quickly dodged and jumped out of the room.

Xin Qiao'er raised the knife, swung it down by inertia, and the knife entered the door of the room about a centimeter and stuck on the door.

"She's crazy!" shouted Old Man Lu as he retreated to dodge. He hid in his bedroom, locked the door so tightly that he didn't dare to open it easily.

Xin Qiao'er, who couldn't hit the wave, "plopped" and sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and didn't stand up for a long time.

The little furry leader in Huang Caihong's arms stared at Huang Caihong intently, his little hand tightly grasped a strand of Huang Caihong's hair, and his ears were pricked up to catch the sound.

Huang Caihong tried her best to relax her expression and hummed softly.

"Little darling,

Mommy's little darling,

Fall asleep quickly,

There are flowers and butterflies in dreams,

There are happy little snails. ”

The little hairy head slowly relaxed in the light hum of the yellow rainbow.

Huang Caihong slowly turned around, slowly walked to Xin Qiao'er, who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath, and freed one arm to pull Xin Qiao'er.

Xin Qiao'er ignored Huang Caihong's arm stretched out to her, and only stared at Huang Caihong and asked, "He compared my little hairy head to his dead son, did he curse my hairy head?"

Huang Caihong couldn't help but sigh, and her eyes were instantly filled with tears.

She had no way to accuse Xin Qiao'er of being sensitive and suspicious, her eyes were full of tears, because she felt too sorry for those beautiful eyes. They exposed Xin Qiao'er's heart at a glance. It was a grassland that was desertified because there was no emotional infusion, the grass was sparse and yellow, and it struggled in the cold wind.

She understands her fears, and therefore her anger.

She didn't want to say what was right or wrong, she just wanted to pick up Qiao'er, hug her and cry.

Xin Qiao'er's tears flowed through her snow-white cheeks, and converged into large drops at the small pointed chin and jaw, drop by drop, drop by drop, and fell down.

"That's my son!

"Hurry up, it's cold on the ground. ”

Xin Qiao'er climbed the yellow rainbow, almost knocked the yellow rainbow down, and finally staggered to her feet. Huang Rainbow looked out the door, but there was no one outside.

There was so much commotion just now, and Lu Shiping, who slept in the afternoon and slept in the afternoon, should wake up, right? Aunt Yang Qun, who was chatting with the old man Lu, was also holding back so hard that she didn't even look out to take a look.

This home...... Alas!

"Come to bed and lie down. ”

Xin Qiao'er's eyes were gentle, focusing on her son. He took the son in Huang Caihong's arms with both hands and wrapped the baby tightly in his arms. The corners of her mouth, with a mother's smile, slowly walked to the bed.

Huang Rainbow accidentally saw that the back of Qiao'er's pants was a big red patch.

The red made Yellow Rainbow's vision dizzy.

A warm little hand, holding her hand at the right time, seemed to settle her mind.

Huang Caihong looked down and saw Wei Wei with blank eyes.

"My mom...... Are you really crazy?"

"No!" replied Huang Caihong flatly.

Weiwei got an affirmative answer from Sister Rainbow, and ran away from her mother.

Xin Qiaoer hugged her son with one hand and her daughter with the other, kissing this and that.

Huang Rainbow came with a wave of fatigue and hurried to the door to rest.

She couldn't help but replace the Xin Qiao'er she saw with her, imagining that one day, she would hold her own child...... What does it feel like to hold your child?

Huang Rainbow covered his chest with one hand, and with the other hand, he subconsciously stroked his stomach.

She did not have morning sickness, and the doctor said that not every pregnant woman has morning sickness, but almost every pregnant woman does. The difference lies in the style and size of the reaction.

Huang Caihong remembered that she had been in the past month, and she did feel tight from time to time. She always thought that it was caused by Xue Zhengping blocking her.

Thinking that she couldn't let herself have low blood sugar anymore, Huang Cai went into the kitchen.

When passing by the living room, I pretended not to look back and saw that the road was flat while lying on the sofa bed that was stretched out and scrolling through my phone. Lu Shiping's expression was calm, even slightly pleasant, and he couldn't see the impact of the quarrel between his father and his daughter-in-law just now.

Pushing open the kitchen door, Aunt Yang Qun was on the phone.