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As the only female doll of the old He family, her biological mother has made immeasurable contributions to the future of the He family, and she has always been a little princess who is pampered by the elders and brothers in the family.

After He Zhi returned to Beiping, he obediently walked into the barracks step by step according to He's father's arrangement, and was sent to the battlefield to rise step by step. He came down from the battlefield for the first time, and when he came home after a day of confinement, he saw his soft and glutinous daughter lying in the cradle and spitting bubbles, and his heart softened into a puddle of water.

Mother He borrowed a little milk from the daughter-in-law of the staff family next door, and cautiously touched her granddaughter, but she didn't expect her granddaughter to be made cry by the reckless husband of their third son.

He Zhi, who was glared at by his own mother fiercely, and then took away his daughter, touched his nose in a sneer, and leaned in front of his mother to watch his daughter breastfeed with her cherry mouth open.

He Zhi snatched the small silver spoon from his mother to breastfeed his daughter, scooped a full spoonful to the girl's pink and tender mouth, and made the little girl cry again.

"Oh, you can go aside!" Mother He was annoyed by him, "I finally came back and made her cry what she was doing!" ”

He Zhi was also unconvinced, and shouted: "I don't have much experience, how do you know that I can't raise her if you don't let me try?" ”

Mother He thought about it carefully and felt that he was right, but she was reluctant to let go of this squeamish little ball and muttered in a low voice: "But your girl is too squeamish, and I don't know who she looks like." ”

He Zhi, who has always been very good at hearing, replied without thinking: "Like her mother." Her mother is also squeamish. ”

Mother He was silent and didn't speak, Quan Yan's death has always been a thorn in the hearts of everyone in their family, especially He Zhi, who loves her the most, can't talk about it easily, so she doesn't know whether to answer or not.

Father He came back to see his son, and when he heard He Zhi's undisguised and undisguised words without even a trace of resentment, he paused to move forward.

"Here you go, I'm going to cook." Mother He was upset and stuffed her favorite little granddaughter into He Zhi's arms, carefully adjusted the position of her hands and feet for Xiao Gongju, and scolded He Zhi with hatred: "Things that don't have brains, didn't you learn how to hold her a few days ago." ”

He Zhi pursed his lips, slowly found the familiar feeling before, slowly leaned back on the sofa, and stared wholeheartedly at his daughter's small eyebrows and eyes that resembled a power banquet, "A few days ago?" I've been gone for half a year, dear, Mom! ”

Mother He saw Father He appear at home with sharp eyes, and also turned her head to look at her own son who was holding her daughter and did not let go, and finally decided that she would not participate in the war between the two fathers and sons, shrugged her shoulders without saying a word, raised her steps and walked to the kitchen.

But what she didn't expect was that their junior also saw his father, not only did he ignore or squint at him, but instead grabbed his daughter's little paws like meat balls to greet her grandfather, but the words he said were not good at all.

"Daddy's little darling, look who's back." He Zhimu kissed the meat socket on his daughter's hand with a wooden face, "Your bastard is back again when he sees the old immortal grandfather who can't save your own mother." Let's ignore him, Dad will take you out to play." ”

Hearing this, Father He watched with a dark face as He Zhi walked out of the house with his granddaughter's swaddling clothes.

To tell the truth, his relationship with his son is now so bad that he actually feels bitter in his heart. I wanted to talk to him about everything back then, and his high-spirited son became so mean and ruthless for a woman, he didn't want to do this at all.

But since the incident happened, he didn't think about trying his best to save the family relationship between him and his son, but according to He Zhi's grandson's temper of a donkey, it seems that the possibility of their father-son relationship recovering between his death is almost zero. Thinking about it now, maybe when he goes underground to make amends to his daughter-in-law, he doesn't think that He Zhi can dress him in linen and filial piety, and the scene is inexplicably a little bleak.

Father He sat in the study smoking a choking cigarette, gloomy and sad for an afternoon, He Zhi came back with his baby daughter in a circle and didn't see his father, and he was in a good mood for more than one or two points.

Middle-aged Mother He didn't want to get involved in the competition between the father and son at all, and when it was time to eat, she would cook and feed her granddaughter, attend class when it was time to go to class, and take her granddaughter around when she wasn't in class.

After He Zhi came back from there, the army gave him a few days off, and he didn't think about going out to make fox friends like he did in the northwest. got up in the morning and waited for his mother to finish feeding his daughter, and he took his daughter out for a walk with a roll; At noon, I came back to my mother to feed them, and after feeding, I carried them out and didn't know where to go; After feeding at night, I took my daughter back to the room, and refused to open the door no matter who called.

The little soft lump was spread out on the bed by him, and piled pillows and quilts around it, strictly blocking all gaps to prevent the little one from rolling out of bed.

Looking at He Zhi himself, half-sitting on the wide-open windowsill, with a half-lit cigarette in his mouth, his eyes wandering at the playground and bungalow not far away in a daze. The babbling of the baby in the swaddling clothes could not move his thoughts.

He is running out with his daughter these days, rain or shine, just to see how big the Third Ring Road of Beiping is.

Quan tilted his big round eyes and witnessed every narrow alley, and the bustling crowd didn't walk a few steps to the end, no wonder the ruthless woman surnamed Quan would rather die than follow him.

With such a narrow sky, it is difficult to see a flock of pigeons flying in the blue sky.

After Father He went out, he glanced at his son's room on the second floor, and wanted to see if his son was not in front of the window, but in fact, his original intention was not to be better, who would have thought that this grandson was not only there, but also opened the window to blow the wind in the cold winter night. His face darkened, and his loud voice couldn't help but roar: "You thing to close the window for Lao Tzu!" "Who will pay for his eldest granddaughter if he freezes to death?!

It just so happened that He Zhi didn't want to see him at all, his legs were closed, his cigarette butts were lost, and the windows were closed numbly, and his disgust was self-evident.

The little girl may be about to change her diaper, He Zhi originally wanted to take off her clothes and take a cold shower to numb her stinging heart, but as soon as she arrived at the bedside, she was stumped by his daughter's squeamish cry.

He may have heard from the aunts in the alley that some children don't usually like to cry, but when they are hungry and pee, they will cry so much that it makes people have a headache. He Quantian is usually a little squeamish, but as long as you don't mess with her, she has nothing wrong at all, and if you mess with her, she will go crazy.

He Zhi thought about it carefully, he was sure and very sure that he hadn't provoked this powerful explosive bag just now. So he concluded that the little guy's current situation was definitely not a big problem that he could solve, so he decisively walked out of the room and threw her to Mother He.

When he came out of the shower, He Quantian had already gone to bed, and He's mother planned to take her back to her room, but she didn't expect to be cut off by her son again. Seeing her hard-working son become insensitive, Mother He stared at He Zhi who was dripping from the ends of her hair, and her heart couldn't help but pantothenic, "I'll take care of her." You can't even change diapers, you have to feed her a bottle of milk powder in the middle of the night, and then you have to toss up, you can't rest for a few days, and you don't sleep well at night. ”

He Zhi shook his head firmly, insisting on learning from her how to change diapers and milk powder.

"Son, do you plan to live like this with your daughter for the rest of your life?" Mother He woke He Quan up, and on the premise of not making her cry, she quickly took off her diaper and showed He Zhi how to wrap it again. "It's not a way for a child to have a mother......"

He Zhi glanced at her deeply, and then didn't learn how to mix milk powder from her, and went back to the room with his daughter in his arms: "When the milk powder is ready, you just warm it in the pot." ”

Mother He was stared at by him so that her scalp was numb, but she still couldn't help but remind him: "You will return to the army in two days, and you have to find a woman to take care of your daughter!" ”

Hearing this, He Zhi's straight back stiffened on the steps, "It's anyone's fault that she doesn't have a mother." ”