Song Zixun did not return until the evening.

Yuan Yuan was walking inside with the washed fruit, and when he saw this, he smiled attentively, "Is the master back?" ”

Song Zi glanced at her coolly, "Are you having a good time today?" ”

Yuan Yuan was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, his face turned red, "Slave...... Slave ......"

Fortunately, Song Zixun didn't expect her to explain, so he just said casually, "What is the young lady doing in the house?" ”

That's a much easier question to answer...... Yuan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "The young lady is leading Miss Sun to cut paper and play." ”

Song Zixun bowed slightly, took the fruit plate in her hand, "Go down." ”

Yuan Yuan is blessed, hurry up.

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The afterglow of the setting sun flowed silently into the room.

The woman was wearing a smoke-blue home-style dress, her hair full of green silk was casually tied behind her head, and she was cutting something with her head down.

On the pestle on the side, Wan'er was happily sitting in the arms of the nurse, holding an animal paper-cut in one hand, and said in a milky voice, "Little trembling, small belly ......"

Du Rongzhi laughed out loud and patiently corrected, "It's not a little shaking, it's a small belly...... It's a puppy, a bunny. ”

Guan'er looked at her with big eyes, and then repeated, "Little shaking, small belly ......"

Then I heard a muffled laugh in the room.

Two pairs of almost identical eyes, one big and one small, looked at them at the same time, and Wan'er smiled happily, "Daddy, daddy hug!" Du Rongzhi raised her head and smiled faintly at him, then lowered her head and cut it intently.

Song Zixun stepped forward and hugged her daughter from the nurse's hand, and asked with a doting face, "What are you playing with?" ”

"Little trembling, little belly ......" Guan'er took out her treasures as if offering treasures, and said seriously, "Mother is boiling, Guan'er is not boiling." ”

"Hmm." Song Zixun deliberately rubbed his chin on his daughter's fleshy little face, "Your mother is really amazing, isn't it?" ”

Wan Erden was scratched by his newly grown stubble and giggled.

The nurse saw that although Song Zixun was holding her daughter, her eyes were glancing at Du Rongzhi, so she smiled understandingly, "Miss Sun, do you want to eat egg custard with grandma......

Guan'er's eyes widened when she heard that there was food, "Yes, Guan'er wants to eat cake." "Reach out and ask the nurse to hug it.

Song Zixun glanced approvingly at the nurse, touched her daughter's little head, and said softly, "Go down." ”

The nurse hurriedly smiled and said yes, and retreated with Wan'er in her arms.

Song Zixun walked up to Du Rongzhi and asked with a smile, "What is this cutting, so attentive?" ”

Du Rongzhi raised her head and smiled, "You'll know later......"

Song Zixun didn't speak anymore, just sat quietly beside her, watching the slender fingers roaming flexibly on the bright red paper. Sogou Library

A moment later, a lifelike portrait of a lifelike person appeared in Song Zixun's sight.

He was stunned for a moment, and then said with surprise on his face, "When did you learn this skill?" ”

Du Rongzhi smiled, put down the scissors in his hand, and picked up the portrait to compare with Song Zixun.

This is still a skill she learned in her previous life...... The days of being alone are so long, she finds a lot of things to do to kill time.

Decoupage is one of them.

In fact, she didn't look like it at first, but it got better and better when she cut it...... Sometimes she looked at his little statue and felt like he was right next to her......

But now...... It seems a little rusty!

Du Rongzhi blinked her sour eyes vigorously, frowned, and said, "The face seems to be cut wider, and the eyebrows and eyes don't look like ......" said and was about to crumple the paper into a ball.

Song Zixun hurriedly snatched it and said with a smile, "Who said it doesn't look like it, I think it's like it." As he spoke, carefully tucking the figure into his sleeve, he said happily, "I didn't know you were so skillful...... Would you like to cut a little portrait of yourself and give it to me another day? ”

Du Rongzhi said casually, "I haven't cut my own, and I don't know if it's like it......" Before the words fell, I saw him smiling like a flower looking at him.

Du Rongzhi hurriedly shut up.

Song Zixun didn't give up, and asked with a shy, "Haven't you cut it?" But I see you were very skillful when you cut it just now...... Is it because you often cut my small portrait? ”

"......" Du Rongzhi thought for a while, "Or you should pay me back." As he spoke, he leaned over and grabbed it.

I didn't want Song Zixun to be on guard and dodge flexibly...... After a few rounds, Du Rongzhi not only didn't snatch back his things, but he was also fished into his arms, and this guy didn't forget to joke in his ear, "Why are you so stingy...... It's rare to give me a gift, and people have to take it back before they can cover it...... It's really cold, it's dead. ”

Du Rongzhi glared at him unsteadily.

Originally, I wanted to pat him on the back and blow the wind in my ears to see if there was room for maneuver in the case...... Now she is so tired that she is not even in the mood to speak.

Song Zixun enjoyed this quiet and leisurely time very much, holding his wife in his arms, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

She always had him in her heart...... Otherwise, he wouldn't have cut his little statue vividly—it wasn't something that could be practiced overnight.

Du Rongzhi's breath also slowly stabilized...... Feeling that this guy seemed to have a lot of meaning to be tired of her until it was dark, Du Rongzhi simply didn't do anything and went straight to the point, "When you try the case today, I will send Yuan Yuan to look ......at it."

Song Zixun hummed casually, "I know." He casually picked up the strands of hair that had fallen when Du Rongzhi struggled and played with it in his palm, "I saw her." ”

"Oh......" Du Rongzhi changed into a comfortable position in his arms, "I originally wanted to look at it myself...... But I'm afraid you don't think it's good. ”

Song Zixun nodded and patiently explained, "It's not that you are not allowed to go, it's just that there are many people in the market and foul language...... It's not good to bump into you. ”

Du Rongzhi pursed her lips disapprenously, "Actually, I just want to see with my own eyes what kind of face Huo Yuliang had when he heard the Gu family confess those crimes in person......

Song Zixun sighed, "What else?" Naturally, he blames himself and regrets a lot......" he recalled and couldn't help but sigh, "A seven-foot man, but today he is crying in front of everyone, which makes people feel a little sad——"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Du Rongzhi sit up from his arms and sneered, "His wife and children were all killed by him, and he just shed a few tears with false affection, do you think he is pitiful and sad for him?" What about the dead Mrs. Huo and her children? Aren't they pitiful and sad? ”

"When did I say that?" Song Zixun couldn't cry or laugh, "It's just that compared to Huo Yuliang...... Shouldn't Gu's murderer be more hateful and hateful? I don't understand why you only keep an eye on Huo Yuliang and don't let go......"