It's night, Su Youwei is holding the soft Xiao Yihua in her arms, but Xiao Yihua is the first time since birth that the mother and daughter lie on the bed and sleep together, the touch in her arms tells Su Youyu that this is not a dream, her daughter is really by her side, and the heart that was originally empty because of the cold weather does not feel so uncomfortable at the moment, it seems to be filled with something, Su Youwei knows that this comes from the soft and soft fleshy little body in her arms.

In fact, she has not wanted much all along, that is, to be able to live happily as a family, but many things are not just to think about, her identity with Leng Tianjue is destined to make it impossible for them to live a leisurely life like an ordinary couple in this life, running around for the life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. They can only do their best to build their own warm home.

"Mother, what are you thinking?"

Suddenly interrupted by the sweet and glutinous voice, Su Youyu buried her head and looked at Xiao Nizi in her arms, her blue eyes similar to her were shining in the dark night, like the stars in the sky, her soft heart was suddenly wrapped in warmth, and she smiled lightly, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

"I can't sleep like my mother. Xiao Yihua lowered her eyes, and the little body nestled in Su Youyu's arms rubbed it in, and said a little sullenly.

Su Youwei smiled dumbly, "How do you know that your mother can't sleep?"

"Mother, isn't Daddy a Daddy?" Xiao Yihua didn't say anything, but asked like this, her sparkling eyes just looked at Su Youwei calmly, and she didn't dodge at all because of what she said.

Su Youyu was stunned for a moment, she knew that the child's mind was sensitive and delicate, and she also knew that there was inexplicable telepathy between the child and his parents, but Xiao Yihua was just meeting Nangong Xuesha, was it a little too sensitive to say this? Is she so careful and delicate?

"Why do you say that?" Su Youyu did not answer slowly, did not admit it but did not deny it.

Xiao Yihua arched his body into Su Youwei's arms, found a comfortable posture and hugged Su Youwei's arm, and said something that was not suitable for her age, "In the past, although my mother and father also quarreled, there would never be such a strange sense of alienation, and my father would not say sorry afterwards, but thought of ways to make my mother happy, and even played coquettish like Xiao Yihua, so the cold war between my mother and my father would never last more than an hour." ”

Xiao Yihua seemed to say it very normally, but she said it very seriously, it was the result of her usual observations, and it was the result of the familiarity she had with them as the daughter of Leng Tianjue and Su Youfei.

But Su Youwei was a little surprised, Xiao Yihua's mind is inevitably delicate, and this vision is also very vicious.

"Also, when I hugged my father today, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, as if he was unfamiliar with Xiao Yi's painting, and his father used to love Xiao Yi's painting, how could he have such a look?" Speaking of this, Xiao Yi's tone couldn't help but have a little child's normal tone, that is, grievance.

Yes, Xiao Yi painting has always been the pearl of the palm of the cold weather, on weekdays, the cold weather is absolutely Xiao Yi painting can be said to be 100 obedient, responsive, according to the cold day absolutely said: the daughter wants to be rich, it is a word - pet! pet lawless, to the stars absolutely do not pick the moon. How could such a beloved girl be alienated from Xiao Yihua's unfamiliar feeling, unless all his memories are lost, but obviously, Leng Tian will never have it!

"Well, there's still ......" Xiao Yihua bit her fingers, a little tangled, and didn't seem to know what to say.