"He Qingqing, follow me, one, two, three, four, five......"

"Oh, one, two, three, ten, five......"

The milky voice of the milk bit the stiff Arabic numerals, the thick eyelashes of the eyelids fluttered gently with the trembling eyelids like two small fans, the watery eyes stared at the tender white and curved finger knots, and the fleshy hands were almost pinched together, looking petite and cute.

"It's not ten but three, follow me, three, San, three-"

"Oh, three, San, ten—"

Shen Qianwei: "......"

Can this be mispronounced? The corners of his ruddy mouth twitched slightly, pushed away the children's textbook on the table, and dragged his round body out of the room.

"Huh? Xiaowei, why did you come out? What about Qingqing? Didn't you teach her to read numbers? ”

"Stupid !!" The center of her eyebrows was wrinkled, and she shouted with red lips, and Shen Qianwei walked to her room with her bright little leather shoes.

"You kid, Qingqing is two years younger than you, so she naturally knows how to be slower."

"When I was five years old, I could multiply." The little boy pulled his throat, and there was a sense of pride in his tone that could not be concealed.

Shen's mother: "......"

Not all children are as perverted as you, eh, it doesn't seem good to talk about your own children like this?

"When did her mom and dad pick her up?"

"She?"

"Well, she."

Shen's mother looked in the direction of her son's finger, and He Qingqing, who was wearing a pink dress, walked out of the room at some point, standing at the door, rolling her big eyes, looking at Shen Qianwei.

"Ah...... That, you know that Qingqing's mommy and dad are doing IAG, and they are abroad all the year round, how can they come back in a while, besides, isn't it good to have multiple sisters? ”

"Sister?" The boy's brow furrowed again.

"You gave birth to me, where did you get my sister?"

"This ......" Shen's mother was suddenly speechless, her son, was born with an awkward personality, and there was really nothing she could do.

glanced at the gentleness standing at the door, and the aggrieved little face was twisted into a ball, like a meat bun, pitiful and lovely.

"Qianqian is older than Qingqing, Qianqian is the elder brother......"

The cold sentence was still milky, and the little boy was numb for a while, glared at He Qingqing fiercely, and then decisively entered the house and slammed the door.

That movement made He Qingqing shiver with fright.

The small mouth pursed, and the bean-sized eyes instantly became watery.

When Shen's mother saw He Qingqing looking like she was about to cry, she immediately panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up He Qingqing.

"Qingqing doesn't cry, oops, Qingqing doesn't cry, it's my brother who is not good, my brother is not angry with you, it's that the door is too heavy, don't cry~ If girls cry too much, no boys will like it~"

Mother Shen hugged He Qingqing, coaxed softly, and wiped the tears from the corners of He Qingqing's eyes with her free hand, this child's skin was so tender, just a light wipe, there was a faint red mark at the corner of his eye.

"Qianqian won't like Qingqing either?"

The person who was about to cry loudly when he heard Shen's mother's words suddenly closed his mouth, and asked the person holding him with a tangled face, and a black line fell in front of Shen's mother's eyes.

"Yes, if Qingqing loves to cry, Qianqian won't like Qingqing."

"Then Qianqian won't cry anymore."

"Okay, Qianqian is really good~"

At that time, Shen's mother never thought that her unintentional words to coax a child would harm a little girl the size of a sesame bean so much.

He Qingqing really didn't cry anymore, even if the tears were shaky in her eyes, she could hold them back.

At first, Shen's mother didn't care, but this child became more and more wrong, she didn't cry when she wrestled, she didn't cry when she was murdered by Shen Qianwei, she didn't cry when she was pressed, she didn't cry at all.

Until one time, He Qingqing was planted from upstairs because she was chasing Shen Qianwei, and her knee broke on the spot, and the Shen family hurriedly carried her to the hospital.

At that time, Shen Qianwei was standing in the ward, watching the thin and cold crochet needle embedded in He Qingqing's tender white and smooth knees, he couldn't help but grin when he had always been arrogant, don't go overboard.

But the ghost made the gods worse, Shen Qianwei stretched out her little arm to He Qingqing's mouth and told her, if you hurt, you will bite.

He Qingqing's mouth was open at that time, and her teeth touched Shen Qianwei's white flesh, but she held back her head and shook her head at Shen Qianwei.

The thread hooked one needle after another, and the tears in He Qingqing's eyes blurred the eyeballs, but she gritted her teeth, didn't cry or shout, looked at Shen Qianwei, and didn't blink her eyes.

Shen Qianwei had no choice but to step forward and cover He Qingqing's eyes, and in a childish voice, he said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." ”

Then Shen Qianwei felt that her palms were wet.

Shen Qianwei's life was not easy, that day, the first thing Shen's father and Shen's mother did after returning from the hospital with He Qingqing was to clean up Shen Qianwei.

The thin wooden strips fell on Shen Qianwei's white and pure palms one by one, and the traces were so clear that Shen Qianwei gritted her teeth and endured it without saying a word.

But at that time, he was just a child after all, and his eyes were still inevitably red.

"Uncle doesn't fight Qianqian, uncle doesn't fight Qianqian, it's not about Qianqian, it's Qingqing who is naughty, Qingqing doesn't run around on the stairs anymore, uncle don't fight Qianqian......"

He Qingqing was so anxious that her little hands were shaking around, and Shen's mother was afraid of getting her wounds, so she held He Qingqing in her arms.

"He Qingqing, shut up." The young man snorted, stared at He Qingqing, and the sound of the wooden strip falling on the palm of his hand crackled in his ears.

He Qingqing cried, He Qingqing, who had not cried for more than a year, actually howled and cried at that time.

Shen's father and Shen's mother were stunned at that time.

"His father, Qingqing cried."

"yes, yes, finally crying."

"Am I dazzled?"

"No, no, it's just crying, really crying."

He Qingqing pursed her lips aggrievedly, glanced at Shen's father and Shen's mother, and cried again like a small animal being watched.

"That's how I look like a child~"

The boy's voice, like a breeze among the reeds, gently skimmed over everyone's ears.

He Qingqing squinted, raised her left eyelid slightly, and found in vain that a teenager was smiling softly at her.

Yes, are you dazzled?

continued to open her eyes wide, and her small movements were caught by Shen Qianwei, and Shen Qianwei immediately glared at He Qingqing with grinning.

If you read it wrong, you just read it wrong~

So, He Qingqing's third round of crying began loudly.

At night, Shen's father and Shen's mother were lying on the bed, and Shen's father stared at smallpox over and over again, without sleep.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You said that Qingqing's kid wouldn't like our Qianwei, right?"

"What do you say! 6-year-old children, know what to like or dislike~"

"That's true, but our Qianwei is 8 years old, did you see it when you were in the hospital, Qianwei has contributed her arm to Qingqing!"

Shen's mother: "......"

"No, no, I have to ask~" Father Shen lifted the quilt and was about to get up.

"Huh? Why are you going, the children are sleeping! ”

"I know, I'll come back when I go~"

"This strange old man~" Shen's mother muttered, turned over, and fell asleep, not caring anymore.

Father Shen slipped into He Qingqing's room lightly, for fear of waking her up, but as soon as he walked in, he was startled when he found that the child was actually staring at him with big copper eyes.

"Qingqing, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Qingqing can't sleep."

"Is Qingqing thinking about Brother Qianqian?"

"Hmmm......"

"What does Qingqing want Brother Qianqian?"

"Uncle beat Qianqian today, Qianqian's hands hurt......" The little cutie rubbed her eyes with her hands, and there was a hint of complaint in her immature voice.

"It's not good to be uncle, but Qianqian did something wrong, and Qianqian didn't protect Qingqing, so Qianqian has to be punished."

"No, no!!" The man on the bed suddenly struggled to oppose it.

"Huh? What's wrong, Qingqing told her uncle. ”

"Yes, it's Qingqing, Qingqing protects Qianqian, not Qianqian protects Qingqing~" The little girl explained with a straight face and followed Shen's father seriously.

"Oh~ So that's the case, that's an uncle misunderstanding, does Qingqing like Brother Qianqian?"

"I like it, Brother Qianqian is the best~" He Qingqing raised her voice and shouted, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of joy.

"After that, is it okay for Qingqing to marry Brother Qianqian and be a bride?"

"Marry? What is Marry? And what is a bride? Touching his head, He Qingqing looked dazed.

"It's like an uncle and an aunt."

"Then Qingqing can sleep with Qianqian in the future, and can she kiss Qianqian?"

Father Shen: "......"

Looks like the bedroom will have to be closed in the future.

"Is that okay? Is that so? ”

"Uh...... But you can, but you can't do it until Qingqing and Qianqian grow up. ”

"Oh, that's right...... Okay, Qingqing will be Qianqian's bride when she grows up. ”

"Okay, then let's just talk about it~Pull the hook~" As he spoke, Father Shen hooked He Qingqing's white and tender little finger with his little finger.

"Pull the hook, hang yourself, a hundred years, don't change!"

"It won't change for a hundred years~"

After coaxing the business, Shen's father began to coax He Qingqing to sleep.

No one noticed that outside the hidden door, a pair of cushioned little feet were retreating from the door of He Qingqing's room step by step.

This is He Qingqing's six years old.

Shen Qianwei's father assigned a task to her at the age of six.

That is, when she grows up, she will marry Shen Qianwei and become Shen Qianwei's bride.

Therefore, He Qingqing regarded this task as the golden rule of life, kept it in mind, and boldly put it into practice.

Since then, he has embarked on a long road of chasing his husband.