If it is getting cooler today, He Dangli has become more and more sleepy, and he can't wait to grow into a cotton wool in the quilt, and he will never be separated again in eternity.

Even though it had been three years since the three sessions were tried, her face was as if she had eaten preservatives. Even if you don't see half of the aging, it is more and more tender, just like the kind of tofu that can be tender with a pinch, and the figure is becoming more and more plump and lovely.

So much so that the three men looked at her more and more strictly, and even the people serving in the yard were all women.

The plum blossoms planted in the courtyard were bent at the moment due to too much snow, and from time to time they were falling fragrant snow, smashing one after another small snow pits that were deep or heavy, light or shallow in the snowy land.

A small string of bronze wind chimes hanging under the eaves has long been covered with fine snow, and occasionally a biting cold wind hits, which is blown to make a crisp and pleasant sound of 'jingle bell', and a few small gray sparrows stand among the treetops and jump up and down from time to time, or frolic and play, and drop a few gray and black crow feathers.

The originally closed pineapple wood carved door was vigorously pushed open, revealing the whole inside. The icy cold wind scrambled through the crack in the open door, and swept through the warm heat inside.

"Auntie, get up, if you don't get up and wait for Big Daddy to come back, I'll spank you again." The youngest son Bao, who is now three years old, couldn't see his mother after getting up early in the morning, so he hurriedly dressed and came to his mother with his little short legs.

A round apple face with two smears of red hung on it, so cute that people can't help but want to pinch his fleshy little cheeks when they see it.

"Auntie, get up, the sun is going to burn your buttocks." Seeing that his mother was still sleeping, Bao couldn't help but push her mother again, only to feel that her mother was too lazy. He got up, but his mother hadn't gotten up yet.

The little one kicked off the little tiger shoes on his feet, climbed into bed and shook her arms beside his mother. The anxious expression on his face was like that of a little old man, but it was carved out of the same mold as his biological father.

"Don't bother me." He Dangli buried his head in the quilt and then continued to sleep with a grunt, wrapping himself like a silkworm chrysalis preparing to hibernate, not even a single hair was exposed.

She is very sleepy now, she was troubled until three o'clock in the morning last night and had to fall asleep, and now she is so sleepy that even if it is now the king of heaven and Lao Tzu, she can't pull her up.

If the earth is big today, sleep the most. And she didn't know where those two men got so much energy, and after a night of hard work, they could still go out to patrol the shop the next day, and she could only lie on the bed like a rag doll.

Obviously, they are the ones who contribute every time, why do they look more tired than them when they are lying down. He Dangli felt that after so many years, he still couldn't take it for granted.

"Auntie, get up, otherwise Daddy will be angry again when he comes back and sees that you haven't eaten." Ah Bao was still waking up He Dangli without leaving any effort, and his small round face was puffing out, like a little squirrel with peanuts in his mouth.

Because he knows that today is the day when the big daddy comes home, and his mother has always been most afraid of the big daddy, and the big daddy also respects the rules, and he can't see his mother sleeping until noon before getting up, saying that it is not good for his health.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see my mother wake up, and a small face suddenly lengthened into a bitter gourd face, and a pair of eyebrows were wrinkled into the word Bachuan.

Sometimes what comes to mind will come, for example, the most classic sentence is to say Cao Cao, Cao Cao to.

Qinghe, who has been going back and forth to Wu for two months, saw such a scene when he pushed open the closed pineapple wood carved door, Ying Ting's eyebrows raised slightly, and he hugged the stupid son who was about to call his father.

"Big Daddy, you're back." Ah Bao, who was carried out of the door, kept probing his brain when he went out, just like to see if his mother had woken up.

"Well, has Bao been obediently listening to his mother for a while?" Qinghe touched the face that was seven points similar to him, but he couldn't see how many shadows of Li'er were in it.

It's like peace, born like his biological father carved out of the same mold, but I don't know if it's because his father's genes are too strong, or if they just discussed it in his mother's womb.

"Yes, Po is very obedient." The little fat hand tightly held his shirt, worried that the big daddy would not believe it, and he also emphasized his head several times.

If you want to say that the most disobedient person in the family, it seems that you can't find anyone except your mother. Although his mother is lazy and doesn't like to talk, his favorite is still his mother, that is, he has grown so old that he has never slept with his mother once.

On weekdays, when the big daddy goes out, the mother is either occupied by the second daddy or the little daddy. Oh, yes, and his brother.

His little arms and legs can't rob them no matter what, but now that his brother has gone to the school, no one finally robs his mother with him during the day, but this big daddy is back, and he thinks that this god just likes to joke with him.

"Daddy came back this time and brought gifts for you and Brother Ping'an, Ah Bao went to see if he liked it." Qinghe took his son and talked for a while, then ordered the housekeeper to take the man away, and went into the house himself to meet the man who had been thinking about it for a long time.

He Dangli, who was sleeping in a daze, only felt that the side of the bed sank, and then a warm body came up, she was too sleepy at the moment, she didn't pay attention to it, and she was still asleep.

When it was almost noon, He Dangli woke up quietly. What I saw in the sleepy eyes was the enlarged face that was close at hand, and the warm breath, shallow and thin sprayed evenly on her cheeks, itchy, and there was a feeling of wanting to scratch.

The pillow man woke up after noticing that she had woken up. stretched out his powerful arm and hugged the person directly into his arms, and then kissed the corner of her lips and smiled; "Have you missed me for a while now?"

He Dangli neither made a sound nor replied, and the whole person looked like he hadn't slept yet.

Qinghe couldn't wait for her answer, reached out and rubbed her silky hair, and then ordered the people waiting outside to fetch water to come in.

He Dangli yawned and let him serve, and at this moment even his eyelids were uncomfortable as if they were going to stick up and down, and he couldn't even support them with matchsticks.

Before the two of them could eat, the other two men also came back, and He Dangli, who was still a little sleepy, immediately became sober in seconds, and the whole person was like using cold water to clean his face.

Because she knew that every time these three men got together, she would always be the only one who was unlucky and guilty. And she didn't want four people to kill, that would really kill her.

The pineapple log is full of her favorite food, and of course, if there is no green cabbage and purple eggplant, she may prefer it.

"Li'er tasted this venison, but it was to your liking." Qinghe ignored the hostility of the other two men at the dinner table, and only concentrated on feeding someone.

"Ah Li, taste my new garlic pork ribs today." There are three women in one play, but sometimes when three men are together, or they are rivals in love, it is a big drama.

"Okay." He Dangli just lowered his little head and silently ate the dishes they had picked up for himself, because it was wrong to say more in this situation. And every time she eats, if she goes along with someone at random, she will definitely be tortured by the other two the next morning.

She didn't like that feeling.

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, Ah Li wants to go out and see if he wants to. I heard that this year, not only will there be fireworks, dragon and lion dances, but also many opera troupes will be invited to build a theater in the south of the city. Because of the end of the year, Su Yan has been so busy that his feet don't touch the ground recently. However, when she is busy, she will set aside time to eat with her.

Su Yan saw that there were still red marks on her face that had not disappeared since she woke up, thinking that the two of them had played a little too much last night, and made amends for her by sandwiching a piece of plum blossom chicken thigh; "Ah, let's try the new dishes in the restaurant recently." His eyes watched her every move with a smile.

"Yes, Ah Li wants to go out to watch the dragon and lion dance." He Dangli has not been out for a long time since he followed him into Luoyang City, and he is naturally happy to hear that he can go out at this moment.

Especially there are so many delicious things outside, and there are also fun things.

The plum falls three petals, and the snow is buried three feet thick.

The indoor doors and windows are closed, the temperature is climbing day by day, there is no accident outside the window and it is raining lightly, the goddess scatters flowers and falls scattered under the blue oil-paper umbrella of the girl's skirt, the plum boy is white-headed, and the snow Zhaofeng year stays with the chickens and dolphins.

Luoyang's New Year is always full of New Year's flavor, with red lanterns hanging and new festive Spring Festival couplets sticking lively.

The room where the earth dragon was burned was as warm as spring, wisps of white smoke were rising in the silver and copper chisel lotus petal bead pattern smoker, and the elegant fragrance of plum blossoms filled the huge room.

A few rays of sunlight refracted from the hexagonal rhombic window reflect each other's shadows, like a pair of inseparable people embracing each other. Outside the window, under the plum blossom tree, a crimson color has already fallen, and the light golden sunlight shines through the layers of branches, and the petals and stamens are refracted down, and a shadowy landscape ink painting appears on the ground.

"Parting and moving, otherwise the makeup on the face will be spent." The man's voice is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and it is the trembling and blooming peach blossom bud in March in the south of the Yangtze River.

In the paulownia mirror of equal height, the figures of a man and a woman are reflected. The man's appearance is as charming as a woman, but there is a little more coldness that cannot be blasphemed, and he is looking at the woman in the bronze mirror with gentle eyes at this moment.

The narrow peach blossom eyes seemed to have magical power, and they were full of affection that could not be dissolved.