The ancients had the meaning of three as many, and if it was a hundred, it should be endless.

Zhao Qianqiu heard and said that sentence at that time, most of them thought he was joking, and he was quite casual when he answered, plus there were outsiders present in the ward at that time, so they also paid a little attention to the occasion.

The happiest is tens of thousands of Yu, he smirks from time to time when he sits there alone, others don't know, and he thinks when a little nerve will run in here. The child's resilience is very strong, when Qianqiu was discharged from the hospital, his cold was almost better, and the whole person was alive and kicking, and when he got home, he immediately told Wanli that he could call Qinghe Dad in the future.

"Dad, I don't want to ......" When he heard this important news, Wanli looked disdainful, in his impression, Dad was not such a noble and great person, and besides, Qinghe's brother didn't look very old, and it seemed a little too reluctant to call him Dad.

"Don't you? He finally agreed...... "Wan Yu began to run out of ideas again at this time, Wanli is his weather vane, he always learns Wanli's thinking mode, since Wanli is unwilling, then he is called alone It seems very different.

"If you like it, you can call it whatever you want......" Wanli muttered quietly while writing his homework, "As long as Qing and his brother are here, doesn't it matter what they are called......

"En......" Wan Yu nodded, feeling that what Wan Li said just now was very reasonable, worthy of being a person who went to elementary school, and when he went to primary school in the future, he would probably be able to say such powerful words.

"Wanli Wanyu, it's time to eat...... "Qianqiu rarely came over to ask the two of them to eat together, in the past month, she rarely went downstairs to eat, and there were only a handful of days like this to go downstairs to eat together, hearing her voice, the two little guys immediately put down the things in their hands, first ran to wash their hands, and then obediently sat down at the dining table.

"Brother Qinghe, what are we going to eat at night?" Wan Yu sat there, smelling a very strong fragrance wafting in the kitchen, and felt that he should have something delicious to eat again today.

"Why don't you call Daddy?" Hearing that this little guy changed his title back so quickly, Qinghe was a little surprised at first, and it didn't take long for him to start feeling pity. (The eldest son of Bai Pick was lost...... ）

"Wan Li said, as long as you are here, it doesn't matter what you are called, I still like to call you Qing and my brother......" Wan Yu tilted his little head and shook his head, "As long as our family is together every day, I am very happy, and it doesn't matter if I don't have a father." ”

"......" Qianqiu, who heard that sentence, was slightly stunned, Wan Yu He is not without a father, his father is a super bad person, he was treated as a commodity at the beginning, if he comes back one day, how should she explain it to Wan Yu, she can't say it, and she definitely doesn't want to say it. Wan Yu is still a child, her heart is very pure, as his sister, she can't bear to see a trace of unclean things on it, and would rather not say anything than destroy the beauty in his heart.

"Okay, let's eat......" Hearing Wan Yu's answer, Qinghe was still relatively happy, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, but he covered it up slightly, not wanting to be too obvious. It has been a long time since he has experienced the joy of integrating into someone else's family, although he is very comfortable with Chen Yu and them, but here, he seems to have found his own value.

"The day after tomorrow is the Qingming Festival...... Do you want to go home?" The matter of tomb sweeping began to fall on her a few years ago, although she didn't understand anything at first, but now she has learned it well. There will always be some ancestral graves at home, even if you don't usually go home, you still have to go back on the day of Qingming, which is called not forgetting your roots.

"En......" Qinghe nodded, his face was a little ugly in an instant, Qingming he was going back, his adoptive mother's tomb, his mother's tomb, his father's tomb, although it was a little far away, he would always go one by one.

In fact, he was extremely resentful of his mother or father, and if they had chosen to sit down and talk about it at that time, if they were not so impulsive, it would not be the situation they are in now. When he was very young, he often had nightmares like this: his mother standing in front of him covered in blood, smiling uncontrollably, and his father struggling in pain behind her. Dreams like that haunted him throughout his teenage years, and it was at that time that his depression began. At first, he was extremely reluctant to go to their graves, but every time, her stepmother always spoke hard and persuaded her for a while before she reluctantly went with them. Sometimes I would meet my own relatives, and they would always sneer when they saw me, and at that time, my stepmother would always hold him in her arms, afraid that if I heard those words, my ears would rot......

After his stepmother died, he would occasionally go, but he would not pick the day of the Qingming Festival, for fear of meeting those who he hated, and he would sometimes sit in front of his mother's or father's grave and whisper, since he knew that it was the end, it was good that he had not given birth to him in the first place, so that he would not have to bear the grievances of the two families alone, and grow deformed in this slit, although there was sunshine, but the roots could not be moved there.

"Then when do you plan to go back? tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" Zhao Qianqiu took a sip of soup and raised his head and asked slightly.

"I also want to ask my brother when he will go back, and I will take his ride when the time comes......" Qinghe hasn't told Qianqiu about his own affairs, and he didn't want her to know, for fear that if she knew, she would have different thoughts about herself. The dark side of his heart is like a cancer, once discovered, it will grow even more unscrupulously, and he is afraid that she will see himself with a cancer, because then he must be ugly and disgusting.

"Well, if you haven't gone back that day during Qingming, why don't you come with us to see my mother?" Zhao Qianqiu said directly without thinking about it.

"Meet the parents?" Qinghe hesitated for a moment and began to think about it seriously. If that's the case, maybe a good excuse to escape.

"No, no...... You usually take care of us so much, and I want to introduce you to my mother......" Zhao Qianqiu has always been straightforward, this time she really didn't think about it, but when Qinghe said this, she began to be embarrassed.

"So nervous...... I'm just saying it casually. Qinghe returned to her old appearance, and put a piece of ribs into her bowl, "Eat more, I've been getting thinner and thinner recently, it's not okay to eat well......

"En......" Zhao Qianqiu glanced at the ribs in his bowl, touched them a few times with chopsticks, picked them up, and stuffed them into his mouth. This rib is cooked for a long time, you don't need to chew it, the meat is broken, because it is cooked with radish, and the fragrance of white radish remains on it, which is much better than the first time she ate clear and boiled pork ribs, cooking skills will always improve every day, so I haven't touched the pot for so long, will I no longer know how to cook?