Southern Xinjiang.

At the mouth of the valley of the dead, Su Hui, who was dressed in white, was leaning leisurely on the valley at this time, closing his eyes and basking in the sun, not far away, two little boys, one big and one small, were playing on the grass not far away.

"Dad, Dad, I want my brother!"

is also a little boy dressed in white, who looks like he is about three years old, just like a little monkey who has just learned to climb a tree, crawling to Su Hui's body with some effort, two fleshy little arms around his neck, and a milky voice, at the same time, it also woke Su Huo up from his comfortable closed eyes and recuperation.

"Liang'er, don't be naughty."

Su Huo knew that his youngest son, who was only three years old, had always been the most ghostly, and he was really like Momo's clever and lively temperament, but the eldest son Xi'er was more like him, and always liked to be quiet.

At this time, he was holding a handful of flowers in his hand, squatting on a high branch and carefully arranging them, it seemed that he was going to give them to his mother.

"Dad, I don't, I just want that."

Su Ziliang pouted, seeing that his father refused to help, so the pearl-like tears rolled down and fell on the placket, and soon, the placket was soaked in a large area.

"Don't make a fuss, brother, that's a gift for your mother."

Su Huo smiled helplessly, reached out and rubbed his youngest son's head, which didn't have much hair, and then set his eyes on the valley of the dead, it had been eight days, and Momo still hadn't come out.

"But, when will my mother come out?"

Su Ziliang is simply a walking question machine, and the questions he doesn't understand are one after another, Su Huo who listened was a little helpless, but he still patiently explained.

"The little evil baby has become an adult, and when it comes to the most important transformation link, only the poison in the Valley of the Dead is the best nourishment for its growth, your mother has to take care of it inside, and it will come out when it ends safely."

"Oh......"

Su Ziliang nodded a little sullenly, and glanced at Gu Nei worriedly, when his mother was away, it was not fun at all, his father and brother always loved to read, and no one played with him.

"Good."

Seeing that Su Ziliang lowered his head and was a little lost, Su Huo rubbed his head again, and at this time, Su Ziliang raised his head again and asked, "Dad, what did you dream about just now, I saw that you have been smiling with your eyes closed." ”

"I dreamed of something good."

Su Huo smiled, he just remembered the situation when he first met Momo, it was really beautiful and young, fortunately, Momo warmed him, and also gave him the motivation and courage to continue to survive later.

"Whatever!"

As soon as he heard that it was a good thing, Su Ziliang immediately became interested, so he shook Su Hui's sleeve and begged, "Dad, I want to listen, you can tell me about it." ”

"Okay."

To be able to calm down his youngest son, Su Hui naturally couldn't ask for it, so he smiled and nodded, and at this time, Su Ziliang waved at Su Zixi on the tree not far away and shouted, "Brother, come quickly, listen to the story!" ”

"Okay!"

As soon as he heard the story, Su Zixi's motionless figure squatting on the tree finally jumped down, carefully holding the bouquet in his hand, and landed firmly on the ground, with a warm smile on his face, and walked towards Su Hui and Su Ziliang.

"What is it this time?"

It seems that Su Hui, who has long been accustomed to storytelling, Su Zixi gently put the arranged bouquet on the side away from Su Ziliang, and then sat down upright, ready to listen to Su Hui's story.

"It's the story of my encounter with your mother."

Su Huo smiled slightly, and finally, a trace of curiosity appeared on Su Zixi's warm face, and he asked again, "Dad, is this time finally going to talk about how you love each other?" ”

"Well, when I met your mother, I was only ten years old."

"Wow, Dad, you're in early love!"

As soon as Su Hui's words fell, Su Ziliang suddenly shouted, a pair of black eyes were shining, but Su Huo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Early love? What is that? ”

"I don't know, it was Brother Ze who told me!"

Su Ziliang blinked his eyes, tilted his head and said with some serious thoughts, "Although, I don't understand why, but Brother Ze said that if you like other people before you are eighteen years old, it is called early love." ”

"That kid has been thinking all day long with some weird ideas."

Su Huo smiled helplessly, knowing that it was Murong Anze who said it, he didn't feel strange at all, you know, Murong Anze's mouth often spit out some surprising words.

But what did the boy teach his son?

"Dad, aren't you going to tell a story?"

Seeing that Su Ziliang accidentally crooked the building again, Su Zixi smiled and saved the deviated building in time, he has always been very curious about the story of his father.

I heard that my father and mother also heroically went to save the world from peril, of course, this was also what Murong Anze secretly told him.

[So, Murong Anze, how many flowers of the motherland have you poisoned? 】

[Murong Anze: EXM? What's the matter with me? 】

"Well, you know where your name comes from?"

Su Huo nodded, looked into the distance again, and without waiting for the children to answer, he said to himself, "Once upon a time, there was a country called Xiliang, and your name came from this. ”

"Xiliang? Why not now? ”

Su Ziliang is an out-and-out problem baby, and before Su Hui answered, he asked another question, and Su Huo smiled and touched his little head, and explained to him, "Xiliang, it's long gone, Xiliang is a country that respects women, and at the beginning, your eldest aunt was the empress of Xiliang Kingdom." ”

"Oh my God, Dad, you're still a member of the royal family!"

Su Ziliang grasped the key point very keenly, so he asked again, "Dad, have you divided the palace, the fief or something?" ”

"Don't interrupt."

Su Zixi covered his younger brother's mouth a little helplessly, not letting him continue to speak, if he was allowed to continue to ask like this, I was afraid that when it got dark, my father would not be able to finish talking.

"Here's how it looks......"

Su Huo was a little crying and laughing, but he still silently supported his eldest son's approach, and asked him to continue to cover Su Ziliang's mouth so that his words would not be interrupted again.

And this talk is a big day, until the sun sets, when the light of the red glow in the sky is spread on the three of them, Su Hui's story has not been finished.

When Nan Qingmo came out of the Valley of the Dead with the little evil baby curled up in his palm, he saw such a harmonious and warm scene, and suddenly, a warm warmth rose in his heart.

Knowing the hand of the son, growing old with the son, having a husband like this, what more can a woman ask for.

"Mother! Mother is out! ”

Su Ziliang was the first to find Nan Qingmo who was standing at the mouth of the valley, looking at the three of them with a smile, so before Nan Qingmo could speak, he got up and ran towards Nan Qingmo with a smile with his small hands open.

However, as soon as he ran in front of Nan Qingmo, he slowly stopped, cautiously arrived at Nan Qingmo's side, gently hugged Nan Qingmo's thighs, raised his head and pouted and said, "Mother, you're too late, I miss you so much......"

"I'm going to have to wait for the little evil baby to be over."

Nan Qingmo smiled, leaned down slightly, reached out and pinched Su Ziliang's soft little face, and when he heard this, Su Ziliang raised his little face and asked, "How is the little evil baby?" ”

"Well, you see."

Nan Qingmo smiled and showed him the little evil baby curled up in his hand.

Today's little evil baby is two times bigger than a few years ago, and the gold thread on the head and two clawes is also thicker than before, and it seems that every part of its body is full of vitality and vitality.

"Wow, the little evil baby is even more beautiful!"

Su Ziliang saw that the red cloud on the head of the little evil baby had now turned into a flame-like color, thinking about it, in the Valley of the Dead, it must have eaten a lot of good things, and its toxicity has become stronger.

And at this time, the warm smiling faces of the two chapters, one large and one small, also came to Nan Qingmo, "Momo." ”

"Mother, here you go!"

Su Zixi had already prepared the bouquet in his hand, but now there were some wilted bouquets and handed them to Nan Qingmo.

"It smells so good."

Nan Qingmo put the little evil baby into his arms, took the bouquet with both hands, put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and said in his heart, Zixi is really like Brother Su, a proper warm man.

Of course, the word "warm man" was still taught by Murong Anze.

"It's time to eat."

Su Huo smiled slightly, reached out and took Nan Qingmo into his arms, carefully supported her, and his eyes fell on her still flat lower abdomen.

"Hmm."

"Oh, eat!"

Nan Qingmo nodded with a smile, and touched his lower abdomen himself, while the two brothers also cheered and ran towards the front quickly.

Yes, now, there is another little life in Nan Qingmo's womb.