"Little uncle, why did you come here so early?"

There was a white young man in a new blue cotton jacket standing in the courtyard, fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was not easy to raise a white tender man in this era. When Yan Qingsoul saw him, he was helpless and soft-hearted, and even his tone of voice was much gentler.

This is the youngest son of the Yan family's third room, in terms of seniority, he is Yan Qingsoul's cousin. There is sheep epilepsy, and his IQ is only seven or eight years old, looking at Yan Qingsoul with a pair of eyes that are particularly pure, with infinite joy, he ran to Yan Qingsoul happily, and the two hands behind his back stretched out to Yan Qingsoul as if they were invited, and in the palm of his hand were two hard-boiled eggs.

"Mom said that Xiaobao had a birthday today, and boiled eggs for Xiaobao, and Xiaobao and Xiaobao shared the food, one for each person. Here, this little boy eats. ”

As he spoke, he stuffed the egg into Yan Qingsoul's hand.

Okay, we are really uncles and nephews, one is called Xiaobao and the other is called Xiaoliang.

Little girl is what the elders here call babies and young children, but she is a little girl, because her father spoils her, even after her younger brothers and sisters are born, the elders in the family still call her unchanged.

She actually has a nickname, her father found it from the Book of Poetry, Yo Yo Lu Ming, Shi Ye Zhiping, her name is Yo You, as for the name Yan Qing Soul, but it was her uncle Yan Qitai who wrote back and gave her a name, taking the meaning of "towering green mountains, secluded and blue soul", at that time his uncle was fighting, so he named her Qing Soul.

It's a pity that everyone in the family calls her a little girl, but outsiders in the same village call her Yoyo, the name of the green soul, but only teachers and classmates call her that at school.

Coincidentally, her name in her last life was Yan Qingsoul, and her nickname was also Yoyo. Taller than in this life, she was raised in the palace as soon as she was born in her previous life, her big name was given by the emperor, and her nickname was given by the queen.

Xiaobao, a little cousin, has a very good relationship with Yan Qingsoul's uncle and nephew, Xu is born fate, Xiaobao likes her very much, of course, in addition to the fate of uncle and nephew, it is probably because before Erdan and Yaya were born, Yan Qingsoul was the only junior in the family who was younger than Xiaobao. Anyway, Yan Qingsoul was born, and Xiaobao, the little uncle, spent most of the day by Yan Qingsoul's side.

In the early years, the life of the family was even more difficult than now, Yan Qingsoul was still young at that time, but she was rich enough to rival the country, and she couldn't take the things in her hand. But even when the family can't eat enough, Xiaobao Dan has to secretly give it to the green soul whenever he gets something, even if it is a broken sugar cube the size of a bean, he likes this niece so much, so he is very others, but he is very soft for this little uncle whose mind will probably never grow up.

Yan Qingsoul didn't refuse the egg that was still warm, took it with a smile, and coaxed him: "There is such a delicious thing, little uncle, let's eat together." Is it Uncle Young's birthday today? The eldest grandmother boiled eggs for the little uncle, so is it okay for me to make braised pork for the little uncle at noon? ”

When the young man heard this, he happily reached out and touched Yan Qingsoul's hair, and said with a grin: "Little boy is really good." ”

Yan Qingsoul couldn't cry or laugh.

took his hand and went into the kitchen, and said to his grandmother: "This is the youngest son of my grandfather's family in the third room, and he brought me eggs early in the morning." ”

He said to Yan Xiaobao again: "Little uncle, this is my grandmother, little uncle is called aunt." ”

Yan Xiaobao dodged behind Yan Qingsoul, and was pulled by Yan Qingsoul, so he had to stick out his head and whisper to the old lady Auntie.

The old lady knew that there was a stupid son in the third room of the Yan family, seeing that the little boy was white and clean, and he was good, but he was a stupid one, and secretly said in her heart that it was a pity, but she smiled kindly: "This is the boy of your grandfather's family, he was born well." Have a seat. ”

Yan Qingsoul asked Yan Xiaobao: "Little uncle, have you eaten?" ”

Yan Xiaobao nodded, but then glanced at the egg cake that Yan Qingsoul hadn't finished eating on the table, and turned his head with difficulty.

Yan Qingsoul looked funny, although the little uncle looked like a child who didn't grow up, but his upbringing was not bad, even if he wanted to eat it in his heart, he wouldn't ask for it, and he would never reach out to take what others took the initiative to give without the permission of his family.

"Little uncle, this is the omelet I made, can you help me taste the fragrance, okay?"

Yan Xiaobao's eyes lit up, he nodded hurriedly, rushed to the edge of the small table and sat down, but he took chopsticks and picked up the cake, ate it in small bites, and nodded while eating: "It's delicious." ”

Yan Qingsoul simply filled him with another bowl of noodle soup for him to eat.

After thinking about it, she took out the egg cake in the pot and divided it into three portions, and the three of them ate it separately and made another one for her mother and younger siblings.

When she was busy, her mother also got up and went to the kitchen to wash, and was surprised to see the old lady: "Mom, why are you here so early?" Something at home? Ready for breakfast? ”

The old lady glanced at her: "I used some of the breakfast made by the eldest girl, you are a mother, but ask the child to serve, it will take a long time to get up?" Hurry up and wash up, let's talk about breakfast and I have to go home early. By the way, you're up, what about the two little ones? ”

"I just went to the east room to see that the two children were asleep. Mom, you sit down first, and I'll go wash up. ”

Yan's mother Gu Zhen replied.

Yan Qingsoul thought that there was something serious to discuss at home today, so he sent Yan Xiaobao home: "Little uncle, you go home first, and I will make braised pork at noon and send it to you." ”

Yan Xiaobao sensibly agreed.

After sending Yan Xiaobao off, when I came back, Yan's mother was having breakfast, and the old lady of the in-laws was sitting on the side, and the two were gossiping with each other.

Yan Qingsoul went to the east house to see his younger brothers and sisters.

The two little things haven't woken up yet, Yan Qingsoul thought about it for a while, and she didn't wake them up, so she didn't wake them up, so that her mother would cry, and the two little ones would cry again, and nothing could be said.

When Yan's mother had breakfast and cleaned up the pots and bowls, the old lady said what she meant.

After saying what Yan Qingsoul said in the morning, Gu Zhen cried: "Mom, I'm not willing to let me have two treasures, how old are they?" And the little girl, if I leave and don't care about her, am I worthy of his father? His father looked at her eyes, no matter how difficult the days, she didn't make her suffer a little, in order to help the family in the past few years, this child has been doing ten centimeters of work, I'm sorry for her dad, if I leave her behind, I ...... Who have I become? Her dad was watching from the sky, and I couldn't do that. ”

The old lady sighed: "You said that your mother knows, but you can't just live like this, right?" If you can't give up your child as a mother, I'll give you up? Besides, the big girl is capable......"

Gu Zhen touched her tears, gritted her teeth and said: "No matter how capable she is, she is only twelve years old, and she is only thirteen years old, she is still a child, since she calls me Mom, I have to take care of her, I have to take care of her until she grows up, I have to provide her with education, and in the future, I will back up the dowry and send her out, so that I can be worthy of her father." I can't ask someone to poke my backbone, they're pitiful without a father, I can't, I can't call them no longer have a mother, I can't call people say that they are children without a father and a mother! ”