It turned out that in the old lady's house, the inner room of Xiao Xuan's room became Jing Kewu and Gu Zi'an's bedroom, and the outer room was arranged as a studio.

Every morning, Xiao Xuan would bring the children to the old lady's place, and the children would draw in the studio or build blocks.

Xiao Xuan chatted with the old lady in the kitchen, or made some snacks such as small biscuits to feed the group of boys who were growing their bodies.

After lunch, she took the children home for a nap, and dinner was eaten at home, so that the old lady was neither tired nor too bored.

"Boys, line up to wash your hands and get ready to eat!" Gu Huachen's voice resounded throughout the wooden house from the kitchen.

Xiao Xuan secretly thought: "This man, the action of cooking is too fast, it won't be done in the space, and then take it out." ’

The boys washed their hands in the cubicle one after another, and without putting on their coats, they rushed directly from the hall into the dining room connected to the kitchen.

Four, five, six, seven and Ziyan obediently sat in their positions in turn, one, two, and three had a clear division of labor, the eldest made dishes and chopsticks, the second and third served rice, and Zi'an served dishes.

The family had dinner, Gu Huachen beckoned one, two, three to take a bath for four, five, six and seven, Zi'an said that it was lively here, he didn't go back to the old lady, Gu Huachen followed him, and Xiao Xuan went to the old lady's house alone.

"Milk, what did you eat tonight?" Xiao Xuan shouted while he was still in the yard.

The old lady was wearing a cashmere shawl that Xiao Xuan gave to the old lady from S country, sitting in the circle chair knitting a sweater, and seeing that Xiao Xuan had just finished speaking, she entered the room and stopped what she was doing.

"Girl, why are you here? It's getting dark, why don't you come here!"

Xiao Xuan walked over and took down the sweater she knitted in her hand, "Milk, you haven't answered me yet, what do you eat at night! Don't tell me, you didn't eat at night, did you?"

The old lady grinned and said, "Look at it, you are the mother of seven children, why are you still so anxious! I eat, today it was made by that kid from Kewu, cabbage and beef brisket noodles!"

"What about my little brother?" Xiao Xuan didn't see Jing Kewu, his divine sense expanded and he looked, hey, the kid is reading a painting book.

"Reading in the house, the books you collected for him some time ago, he is precious!" The old lady was used to having people with her, and she talked a lot.

"Okay, as long as you don't run to the mountains when it's dark! You don't knit sweaters anymore, these little ones have clothes to wear!"

Whenever it comes to collecting wind, Xiao Xuan is speechless, do you go to collect the northwest wind in winter?

"Milk, don't knit when it's dark, if you really have nothing to do, listen to the radio, learn about current affairs, and then I'll take you to my S City, you can quickly become a fashionable old lady!" said the old lady and turned on the radio she bought the year before last.

"Ho, it's still a fashionable old lady, don't do that! I'm just a rural old lady, do you know how old I am this year? As the saying goes, life is rare in seventy years, and I'm eighty and two, don't toss my old bones!" the old lady laughed.

"Milk, you say you're eighty-two, who believes you? Look at it, look at it, it's only an old lady of fifteen or sixty at most. You're so much younger than when I first saw you!" he turned over and held up a round mirror to the old lady.

"Okay, don't be verbose, if you can go back to the city in the next few years, Grandma will promise you. I'll go with you to the city.

If you move, you can take your milk to see the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the gardens in Suzhou, the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, and the West Lake in Hangzhou. The old lady was so worn by Xiao Xuan that she couldn't help it, and promised Xiao Xuan with a smile.

"Milk, this is what you said, don't talk and don't talk about it, I'll talk to the stinky boys, let them exercise more in the past two years, and when the time comes, you can travel with you!"

Xiao Xuan is really happy, in the past ten years, this upright old lady has been giving her family-like warmth, so that she gradually has popularity and human touch, instead of being like a hedgehog with only fried hair when she first came, not only full of long thorns, not letting people approach, but also treating favors as a transaction.

After chatting with the old lady for a while, and settling the old lady to sleep, Xiao Xuan checked the doors and windows, said hello to Jing Kewu, and set up a simple time-sensitive formation in front and back of the courtyard before returning to his home.

The oil lamp at home reflected the children's warm time, and Xiao Xuan suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to promise the children and wanted to paint a picture for the children.

Quickly used his divine sense to find the drawing tool in the space, carried it in his hand, entered the yard and closed the courtyard door, and went directly to the child's house.

The children in the house had all been washed and cleaned, nested around Gu Huachen, listened to him tell the story of the Three Kingdoms, and saw Xiao Xuan enter the house, and the seven babies stood on the kang one by one, shouting in unison: "Mom, Mom, come on, let's listen to Dad tell the story together." ”

Xiao Xuan sweated silently in his heart, if he grew up, would he still be able to withstand their loud talking?

"Didn't Mom say she was going to give you a gift, and when Dad finished telling the story, my gift was finished. Xiao Xuan said and carried the drawing board and painting tools in his hand.

The kang in the children's house is bustling with activity. Seeing Xiao Xuan enter the house, the little ones shouted "Mom, Auntie" in unison, and then listened attentively to Gu Huachen's talk about "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"Dad, you said that Zhuge Liang burned incense and played the piano on the city tower, do you know what kind of tune he played?" After listening to the story, the third child asked a tricky question.

Gu Huachen: "......" thought for a while and said indiscriminately: "Ambush on all sides." ”

"Dad, can you play?" Xiao Liu looked at Gu Huachen with shining eyes.

"Dad, is it a sound attack?" Xiao Qi and Xiao Liu looked at Gu Huachen as if they were retreating.

Gu Huachen: "Dad can't play, but your mother can." As for whether it is a sound attack, this question is more profound, Xiao Qi, you can study it slowly by yourself. ”

'Hmph, that's a good thing to shake the pot. Xiao Xuan is single-minded, while his hands are constantly moving, he quickly paints the painting, while listening to Gu Huachen's story, and at the same time muttering in his heart that Gu Huachen is unreliable.

After Gu Huachen finished talking about the 'Empty City Plan' and 'Six Out of Qishan', a lifelike painting also appeared in front of Xiao Xuan's eyes.

The tone of the whole painting is gray, and the oil lamp on the side of the kang in the picture is particularly bright, as are the children's faces listening attentively to the story, and the eyes of the father who are covered in shadows in the gloom.

Xiao Xuan hopes that no matter what kind of difficulties his children face in the future, there will always be a lamp to guide them on the way forward, and there will always be a lamp waiting for them warmly.