After carefully locking the letter in the small cabinet at the head of the bed, Su Shanyun went to the small book club with light steps, sat down upright in front of the piano, and began to pluck the strings gently.

'The branches are full of red, the branches are full of green, and the rain is tired of getting up late. The shadow of the idle garden flower shifts. Recall the return period, count the return period, although the dream is more and more rare. How long do you know when we meet?' ①

However, the more it bounced to the back, the more acacia became stronger, and the original sweetness was mixed with a touch of bitterness, and Su Shanyun couldn't help but redden.

The green lotus hurriedly ran to her and said, "Miss, Miss, the little flower is about to give birth." ”

When Su Shanyun heard this, she was immediately happy and anxious, and hurried away with her skirt.

The litter of the little flower was prepared two days ago, so it lives in it sensibly these days.

Su Shanyun heard its cry from a distance. This cry was a little different from the previous ones, and Su Shanyun guessed that it should have felt pain so she called it that, so she squatted down beside it and reached out to stroke it as usual.

Mrs. Xiao and Zhang Ying, who learned the news, also arrived.

Zhang Ying sat on a chair on one side because her stomach was already very large. Old Mrs. Xiao squatted next to the cat nest with Su Shanyun.

Xiaohua screamed for a while and stood up again, circling around Su Shanyun's legs, and rubbing her legs from time to time. Then he began to scream again, and his cry was a little more irritable than before.

Su Shanyun continued to stroke it, talking to it in a gentle tone. Slowly, Xiaohua's mood became calmer again, and Su Shanyun carried it back to the cat nest and gently stroked its belly one by one.

After a while, Xiaohua screamed again.

"It's supposed to be labor pains." Old Madam Xiao said.

Su Shanyun continued to gently say words of encouragement to it, and slowly it calmed down again.

Counting up, Xiaohua has been pregnant for a longer time than ordinary cats, so everyone is inevitably a little worried.

But at this time, there is no other way for everyone to do it except encourage and touch.

After about half a pillar of incense, Xiaohua's amniotic fluid began to break. Soon after, the first kitten was born. After about a pillar of incense, the second kitten was born. Both kittens are mosaic, and their appearance is very cute. Everybody's so happy.

While everyone was happy, Xiaohua gave birth to a third kitten, which was also variegated hair.

Then it lay quietly on its side, and did not scream loudly anymore.

Old Madam Xiao touched its belly and said, "It's done." Wipe them off. ”

Lu He and Mama Song hurriedly went to bring hot water.

Looking at these three kittens, Su Shanyun had mixed feelings, she felt the greatness of maternal love and the wonder of life for the first time, and was determined to treat them well.

She personally wiped their bodies, and helped Xiaohua dispose of the blood stains on her body. Then crouch in front of the cat's nest and observe them for a long time.

From that day on, Su Shanyun personally took care of Xiaohua and her three children. She treats them as if they were her own children. In the care and companionship of Xiaohua's mother and son day by day, her maternal instinct / ability is also quietly growing, making her more and more gentle and patient.

I didn't expect the birth of a few cats to make such a big change in her temperament, Mrs. Xiao was very pleased to see it, she has always liked women to be gentle and considerate, so she praised Su Ziming and Zhang Ying in private: "This girl must know how to love her husband and children in the future, who married her is really blessed!" ”

"Isn't it? I guess she followed her mother's character. Zhang Ying echoed with a smile.

Su Ziming coughed lightly in embarrassment, and said sourly: "Actually, I'm not fierce." ”

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In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is almost here.

Mrs. Xiao felt that her two daughters-in-law were about to give birth this year. It was really a double happiness, so he said that he would make more mooncakes as gifts for relatives and friends, so Su Ziming ordered three times more sugar, sesame seeds, flour, peanuts and eggs and other ingredients than in previous years, and the Su family began to be busy on August 13.

Since Su Ziming had a two-day holiday, he was busy going out to buy thrift goods and gifts, and often had to be busy until the afternoon before coming back.

The family worked together, and on the evening of August 14, everything was finally ready.

And Su Zizhao's family of four did not come back for the Mid-Autumn Festival due to busy political affairs, but they mailed a lot of dry goods and snacks from the capital back.

Looking at the storage room full of goods, Su Ziming said with satisfaction: "This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is really unprecedentedly grand!" ”

Everyone smiled. All are very happy.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the cooks of Su Mansion began to cook all kinds of delicious dishes early in the morning, while Mrs. Xiao, Zhang Ying and Su Shanyun went to the ancestral hall to burn incense and sacrifice to their ancestors in the next room.

When they returned from the sacrifice, it was noon.

A sumptuous lunch has been set on the table.

The family got together and ate heartily.

Su Shanyun looked at the happy and satisfied expressions on everyone's faces, and she was also very happy in her heart.

I hope it will be like this every year.

Su Shanyun, who felt extremely sleepy after eating, went back to the boudoir for a lunch break.

When I woke up, I found that my right eyelid was beating violently.

She wondered what the omen was. I hurriedly went to ask Mrs. Xiao for advice.

"Shen Shi has a loss of wealth on the left and a woman on the right, which means who you are missing, which is not a bad thing." Old Madam Xiao patted the back of her hand and said. Su Shanyun's face suddenly flushed with shame.

Seeing that there were still a few hours before the evening and everything else had been done, Su Shanyun decided to take advantage of this opportunity to practice archery.

She hadn't practiced shooting in days, so she felt like she had a lot of hands when she picked up her bow and arrows.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, you have to insist on practicing every day. She said to herself.

The right eyelid jumped violently, and she didn't practice often recently, so she didn't hit the target after shooting three arrows in a row, and she couldn't help but feel a little discouraged and lost.

"This arrow must be hit!" She said secretly in her heart.

Raise your bow again at the target.

This time, however, she did not rush to open the bow, but repeatedly adjusted her posture and position in order to achieve the best possible state.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands behind her back gently covered her left and right hands.

She was startled and hurriedly turned her head to look.

Immediately met a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

"Second master, how could it be you?" Her heart was beating wildly, and even her voice trembled.

The thoughts that had accumulated for more than three months suddenly burst, and she wanted to immediately turn around and hug him tightly, and confide in him how much she missed him.

Suddenly she remembered that this was in her own home, and everyone happened to be at home today, so I was afraid that I could see their actions at any time, so she had to hold back.

But I still can't believe it in my heart - is the second master really here? How could he be so busy? It's not a dream, is it?

She blinked vigorously, he didn't disappear, then he was real, she suddenly had mixed feelings, looked at him with squinting eyes, and shouted softly: "Second master......"

Yan Jinxuan glanced at her deeply, then shifted his attention to her hand, and said softly: "Relax your muscles, adjust your breathing, adjust the resultant point of pushing the bow, the point of the middle finger and the center point of the elbow joint of the string pulling arm to the same straight line, and then connect the line of sight with the bullseye point in a straight line, maintain your posture, focus on the string, arrow and arrow target, draw the bow and launch." ”

With a bang, the arrow landed exactly at the center of the target.

Note (1): From "Sauvignon Blanc" by Tang Dynasty poet Feng Yansi. (To be continued.) )

PS: Dear friends, the first update is here. Thank you for the coin that P's reward, Momoda. The next shift is around 6-7 p.m. What do you think? Isn't our second master very handsome?