Wen Qing's forehead jumped, "What man who slept with me?" Have you seen them all? ”

She paused, and then said, "No, who chewed the root of your tongue with you?"

The little doll blinked his big eyes, and when he looked closely, his eyes were brighter and brighter than the moonlight.

Wen Qing was secretly frightened, a five-year-old child could never be like Wen Yun, unless his body did not belong to him.

Or rather, his father was very good.

Otherwise, with her genes, the child's appearance, IQ and EQ will not be so excellent.

It doesn't look like it's biological!

She immediately extinguished the idea, Wenyun was indeed born by her.

Wen Yun looked at the changes on Wen Qing's face, and felt very funny, and after snickering twice, she showed an innocent expression, "The mother-in-law next door said when she bought pork with her grandfather, and I was next to me." ”

Wen Qing: "......"

Ming'er, she carried the killing-pig knife to the next door...... Get the pork back!

"Mother, where is my father?"

The little doll tugged at her sleeve again, probably to see that she was good at talking today, rubbed it into her arms, and asked something that she had never dared to ask.

Wen Qing looked up at the sky, the tip of his nose was slightly sour.

She narrowed her eyes, and suddenly pointed to a certain shining star and said, "Oh, the brightest star is your father."

"Dad is a god?"

"No, no, no. It was your father who did too many bad things before his death, and was hung by the gods on the swing on that star. ”

The little doll sniffed, apparently about to cry.

She said softly, "You don't believe it? When I dreamed that night, I asked Fairy Chang'e when Wu Gang of her family would be blind and cut the rope that bound your father once, and then a father would fall from the sky and come down to you. ”

"Wow-"

As soon as the cry started, a person fell from the pomegranate tree with dense branches and leaves in the yard, and there was a "pop", as if pork didn't want money.

The little doll's brewing tears faded instantly, and he looked down curiously.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes and quietly hugged him tightly to prevent him from falling.

"Huh? It's Ah Gong. Grandpa, what are you doing in the tree? ”

Wen Sheng rubbed his old waist, originally grinning with bared teeth, but when he saw Wen Yun, he immediately hardened a little.

"It's Xiao Yunyun. Ah Gong is exercising on the tree, you see, hum! Ha! Hum! ”

Wen Qing sneered, Wen Sheng's movements were Baduan Jin, which was also used to prolong life and enhance qi and enhance physical fitness in ancient times, but if the image is not like a god, it will be very much like a clown.

Wen Yun nodded as if he didn't understand, "I understand, Ah Gong, is it better to practice on the tree than in the house?" ”

Wen Sheng opened his mouth and came: "Of course. Absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, the brilliance of the bright moon, is much more useful than in the house. ”

"Huh."

Wen Qing smiled, Wen Sheng was a little weak-hearted, and said after collecting his actions: "Xiao Yunyun, Ah Gong is going to the market tomorrow morning to have a look, go to sleep first, do you want to come?"

Wen Yun glanced at Wen Qing, she hadn't slept yet, and he didn't want to sleep, so he held back his sleepiness and shook his head at Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng slapped his thigh again and sighed with a suffocating face.

"Oh, I forgot that I have to take you two to make clothes tomorrow, come on, everyone rest, don't blow the cold wind outside. Wen Qing, Wen Yun is not in good health, you can bring him in. ”

Wen Sheng entered the house with his hands behind his back, Wen Yun couldn't see anyone else, he held Wen Qing's arm and looked up at her, and his eyes clearly wrote "Mother, let's sleep".

Wen Qing pursed her lips, she suddenly put Wen Yun on her back, reminded him to hug his neck, and slowly descended the long ladder.

The night was deep, and the cold wind in the mountains came and went, passing by the strange cliffs, and the sound was somewhat like a person whining and crying.

Wen Qing couldn't sleep, she pillowed her right arm and turned sideways to look at Wen Yun who was sleeping inside.

This child's eyebrows and eyes are delicate and elegant, and they should be like his father. If his father also had such a look, she would not be at a loss.

Wen Qing hooked the corners of her lips, and her smile was dyed with sadness.

Before the crossing, she was a college student, she was pregnant here, and died in childbirth after giving birth.

Unexpectedly, she actually woke up in modern times.

Doctors said she had been in a coma for 10 months and had been found to be in a vegetative state. She spent a week practicing walking, and was hospitalized for a month before returning to her school.

She thought everything here was a dream, but half a month later, she came back here and spent the same night.

She didn't know who that man was, and she didn't know what his talents were, but every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would come to this dynasty that didn't exist in history, and then ......

Wen Qing pinched his arm and came back to his senses expressionlessly.

She reached out and touched Wen Yun's little face, this was her child, a child who was amazing in every way.

A few years ago, how did she manage to leave this world without looking at him, and after that night?

The only set of clothes she had ever made for him had begun to tear and turn slightly whitish in color.

And in the days when she is not herself out of 365 days out of 365 days a year, how did Wenyun come over?

The name Wen Yun was still thought of by all her brains during her pregnancy in October, which is not particularly good, but she also has high hopes for him.

"Wenyun ......"

Wen Qing leaned close to his head, her lips fell on the side of his face, and kissed him softly.

It is said that the child has an electrocardiogram with his mother, Wen Yun's long and curled eyelashes moved slightly, hummed a "mother", and stretched out his lotus arm to hug her.

Wen Qing only felt that his heart was soft.

She wet her eyes, hugged him tightly, and tears fell silently.

The night passed, Wen Qing fell asleep when he was a child, and it was only five hours after the rooster crowed, and there was already the sound of Suosuo's dressing on the other side of the door.

After Wen Qing showed off his cooking skills three times yesterday, Wen Sheng didn't dare to make breakfast by himself, he stared at the kitchen dryly, and after a while, he silently called Wen Qing.

Wen Qing slept lightly and woke up after being slapped by him.

Wen Sheng opened her eyes at first glance, her eyes were clear, and she immediately exploded: "Oh, grandma, are you trying to scare your father to death?"

Wen Qing frowned, motioned for him to boo, lifted the quilt and sat up.

Wen Sheng glanced at Wen Yun, who was sleeping soundly, nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and then pointed to the kitchen, and said that he would let her cook.

Wen Qing got dressed and got up, and Wen Sheng also took advantage of the bright sky to grind some soy milk.

Wen Yun loves to drink soy milk, almost as soon as the aroma enters the house, he opens his eyes, but his consciousness is still chaotic, and he only vaguely thinks that it is time to drink soy milk, and it is time to get up.

He rubbed his eyes with his left hand, and touched the person beside him with his right hand, but he felt empty.

Now he was all awake, he sat up, his eyes were wide open, and the grievances in his heart couldn't be stopped.

He knew that his mother would only be better to him after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he made him a set of clothes last year, but the good times didn't last long, and his mother would become indifferent and dull again.

He didn't have any clothes, put on small shoes and came out to find someone, and suddenly ran into Wensheng.

"Oh, my grandma, the soy milk almost spilled!"

Wen Yun vaguely pondered that something was wrong, and when he looked up in a daze, Wen Sheng began to stagger.

"I'm unstable, Xiao Yunyun, go quickly, and wait for the soy milk to splash on you."

He said so, but his steps were very steady.

Wen Yun glanced at it twice, opened his mouth and bit the belt hanging from his waist, the smell of flesh was stinting, but it was a familiar taste.

"Ah Gong...... Whining...... What about mothers? ”

Wen Sheng felt strange and said, "Aren't you making breakfast?" You go to the Southhouse and make sure she's there. ”

Wen Yun immediately trotted away, Wen Sheng glanced at his eager figure and sighed silently.