Chapter Seventy-Three

"Dad, isn't Mommy up yet?" Mei Jiu's child nestled in his father's arms, rubbing his sleepy eyes and asking.

"Hmm." Mei Liangjue was holding a comb to comb her soft hair and braiding it into two small braids, he smiled, "Mom said she would stay in bed for a while. ”

The children didn't seem to be surprised by this, "Mommy is a big lazy pig." Her Chinese is not too standard, a sentence mixed with a few Russian, in order to express more accurately, but also picked two small arms, drew a big circle, "Such a big one!" ”

Mei Liangjue couldn't help laughing, kissed her soft cheek, and curled her slender fingers around the hair rope a few times, and the two braids were tied.

"Daddy," the little kid turned her head and shook her arm with two beautiful crystal hairpins in her little hands, "and this," she smiled cutely as she tilted her head in the mirror, "it looks good!" ”

I don't know who inherited this narcissistic energy, anyway, I heard that he was very serious when he was a child, and he didn't pay much attention to his appearance.

After clamping the hairpin, the little girl was finally satisfied, jumped off her father's lap, and volunteered, "I'll go and call my mother to get up." ”

In the past few days, it has snowed several times in Moscow, the woods have almost been submerged, the roads have been mostly blocked, and when you look out of the house, you can see that everywhere is white, monotonous and clean.

Mei Liangjue pulled her daughter back and looked at the time, it was estimated that the people in the bedroom were still sleeping, and he blamed him, it was a little too much to toss, but it was really difficult to resist her enthusiasm.

"Baby, let mom sleep a little longer," he helped her put on her socks, "Didn't you ask you to memorize Hanyu Pinyin yesterday?" How much do you carry now? ”

The child put his face on his chest and rubbed it, "Dad, what breakfast are we having today?" ”

Mei Liangjue couldn't see her careful thoughts, and she didn't break it, but just smiled dotingly and asked, "What does the baby want to eat?" ”

Still, there is a bit of a headache. In this regard, the daughter is really like her mother, and I don't know how much time and energy it took to get his wife to learn Chinese......

"I want to eat a lot of things," Mei Jiu's children folded their hands and counted, "kaa (porridge), croissants, muffins and eggs......"

"Then the baby will memorize the pinyin now, and Dad will make you breakfast, okay?" The man in his thirties coaxed his daughter, his voice so soft that it almost dripped.

The child opened his mouth, "...... All right. Dejectedly, he picked up the small colorful album on the side and flipped through it.

Mei Liangjue stroked her hair and got up and went into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, he came out with a hot breakfast, the little figure in the dining room was no longer there, the pinyin atlas was still open to the original page, he put down the breakfast, and drove back to the bedroom.

As expected, the mother and daughter on the bed were one big and one small, sleeping soundly, and the sleeping position was exactly the same, he smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The snow was still falling outside, and breakfast was slowly cooling.

"Straight."

Mei Liangjue held the hand that came out of the quilt, it was soft and warm, he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, "Wake up." ”

Zhao Yu said "um" and was about to hug him, only then did she realize that there was a small one sleeping in her arms, and because of her action just now, her nose let out a slightly dissatisfied "hum", and her little hands and feet were wrapped tighter, and she couldn't help but smile.

Seeing this, Mei Liangjue took a long hand, and the mother and daughter came to his arms together, and he lay down on the bed, "I'll sleep with you for a while." ”

This morning, the room was warm and quiet, only the sound of falling snow was there.

When the breakfast was completely cold, the family of three began to move, each washing in an orderly manner, Mei Liangjue reheated the breakfast, and after eating, sat in front of the window to braid the hair of the mother and daughter.

Speaking of which, this skill was still practiced by his wife.

He still remembers when she was seventeen years old, and the deepest impression was that she had clear and transparent eyes, her face was still childish that had not been completely taken off, and she still learned to wear makeup and lipstick, but it was quite good-looking.

But the long, black hair was loosely worn most of the time, or tied up casually with a hair rope.

At that time, he was only her Chinese teacher, and his name was not right, and it was not easy to say it, but he felt in his heart that such a beautiful hair was treated so casually by her, which was a bit tyrannical.

Slowly, she learned that her mother died young, and her father raised her alone, and ran a tavern with excellent business, so naturally she was not very careful in these aspects.

Later, when they got together, they naturally took over this long hair, and after giving birth to a daughter, it was even more ......

"Daddy," the child pouted, "you're pulling my hair." ”

Mei Liangjue came back to his senses, "I'm sorry baby, Dad will pay attention." ”

As soon as he raised his head, he met his wife's soft eyes, and without saying anything, without a word, he understood what each other was thinking.

Zhao Yu also remembered that nervous and sweet crush days, she fell in love with her Chinese teacher at first sight, dressed up in makeup, in the winter in order to wear a beautiful dress, she froze half to death, and was said by him, and then I don't know how many times she secretly hid in the bed and cried.

The girl's heart, if you don't experience it personally, how many people will understand? But even if you don't say it, if others pay a little attention, you can easily see it at a glance, and you can't hide it.

Later, she plucked up the courage to confess, but he didn't expect him to pierce the layer of paper first, confirming that she was not the only one who bred the vague feelings between each other...... In the heartbeat.

"Confession should be left to men."

A secret love that she thought would end without a problem, and it takes the courage to say it with the courage to see death, and to get his response, for her, it is probably the best thing in the world.

Like most men and women, he is in love, married, and has children, and walks along the most ordinary life trajectory, but because he is the person who spends his life together, he feels happier than too many people.

Memories come to an end.

Their eyes were still glued.

Mei Jiu's children saw that their father was not moving again, and the corners of their mouths were almost ready to hang bottles, "Dad......"

A little aggrieved.

Dad sleeps with Mom in the morning, sleeps with Mom at noon, and sleeps with Mom at night, and she only has a bedtime story, but she can only listen to half of it every time - Dad's voice is so good, I fell asleep after listening to it, and when I woke up the next day, I was alone in the small bed.

She really wants to have a little brother to play with!

Thinking about it like this, she felt even more aggrieved, "Dad, when will I have a little brother?" ”

Mei Liangjue glanced at his wife with a smile, "Dad is working hard, soon." ”

"How fast is it soon?"

"This," Mei Liangjue's eyes became meaningful, and it wasn't until the face of the person he was staring at slowly turned red that he curled his lips and smiled, "Wait until you learn all the Chinese pinyin?" ”

Mei Jiu's child couldn't hold back, and threw herself into her mother's arms with a "wow".

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