Shi's mother beat her daughter by and passed by, and after taking a look, she couldn't help but stop and stay where she was. She saw her daughter sitting in the daylight reading a book intently, her expression so soft and calm.

The dark brown woolen blanket and the thick black cardboard box on the armrests contrasted Shi Jiaojiao's skin as white as snow, and a few strands of hair hung from her ears, and the delicate lop ears were almost transparent. Because she is pregnant with life, her face is full of motherly soft halos, like a wonderful portrait with delicate brushstrokes and delicate treatment of light and shadow. The daughter was so focused that she didn't notice her mother's gaze. I can't change my bookworm habit when I started small! The woman smiled, did not alarm her daughter, and went to do things on her own.

When the box fell to the ground, the two women indoors and outdoors were startled, no one expected that something that seemed to be light and fluttering could make such a loud noise! Mother Shi's voice immediately came out of the room, "What fell off?" This call made Shi Jiaojiao settle down, and quickly explained: "It's nothing, the box containing the book was blown off by the wind!" And the woman had already run out, and when she saw that the box was still upside down on the ground, she made a gesture to pick it up, and said, "Where is this, I just wanted to talk about you!" ”

Shi Jiaojiao bent down one step ahead of her mother and said, "Then you should say it, otherwise how could it fall!" The woman was angry and amused, and raised her hand, "You are still young, and you want me to explain everything?" I don't care! Shi Jiaojiao smiled secretly and persuaded: "Okay, I'll pick it up and put it aside, you better pick up red beans!" The woman pouted, "Who picked the red beans, but I can't tell you what I did now!" Shi Jiaojiao pursed her lips, looking at her mother's triumphant back before entering the house, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Huh?" Shi Jiaojiao carried the box and lifted it on the ground, but she never expected that a flat thing fell out of it and fell to the ground. Shi Jiaojiao was shocked and fixed her eyes, it was a white envelope, and there were still things in it. Before picking up the unexpected thing, Shi Jiaojiao's eyes unconsciously rolled several times: Is this a letter? If yes, is it for me? Or did the old man forget it in the box and mispass it to his own hands?

Shi Jiaojiao stretched out her hand and was stunned for a moment, but she still picked up the envelope that appeared unexpectedly, and when she got it in her hand, she found that it was quite thick, if it was a letter, it must be a long letter with a thousand words. The corridor was cleaned by her mother at home, and the envelope was not stained with visible dust when it landed, but Shi Jiaojiao still subconsciously patted it, and then flipped it over to the other side, and couldn't help but be taken aback again, her name was written on the cover.

This was written by the old man before his death, put it in an envelope with his own hands, hid it under the black box pad paper, and together with "Les Miserables", he specially wanted to hand it over to Shi Jiaojiao.

"Written for me?" Shi Jiaojiao was shocked and surprised, and the letter in her hand became heavy, because she really couldn't imagine what kind of reason it would be for the old man, who was already described as withered at that time, and needed willpower to even sit, to write down these many words for her, a younger person who was not very close.

The cloud drifted by, and the sun that was out of position was exposed, with a colored light, as bright as cutting off the corner of an envelope, Shi Jiaojiao looked at the bright thing in her hand and was stunned.

"I'll have to let you know sooner or later, so I'll tell you first!" Mother's voice came from the room, and Shi Jiaojiao was so excited that before the woman appeared, she hid the book and letter in the box. Mother Shi was holding a ball of fluffy wool thread in her hand, the goose yellow color was very pleasing, and she saw that her daughter was panicked and suspicious: "Don't you see it?" Shi Jiaojiao calmed down, held the book in her arms when she stood up, and said, "I'm reading it at night." ”

Mother Shi naturally ignored her daughter's reading habits, sent the thread ball to her eyes, and said happily: "How about this color?" Shi Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows, "Where did it come from?" The woman twisted the thread and said, "I went to the cutlery market with Xiao Dai, and I saw that there was a shop next to me to buy these, so I bought eight balls of four colors, which were pure wool." Shi Jiaojiao pursed her lips, "You ......"

The mother's smile confirmed Shi Jiaojiao's unspoken conjecture, and the woman replied honestly: "I plan to knit a set from a hat to socks, the clothes and pants are ready, and then prepare a small glove for the baby." Shi Jiaojiao was speechless for a while, and said casually: "You knit so early, I don't know when you will be able to use it!" Mother Shi didn't like to hear this, "Mix it up, it's very fast, haven't you grown so big in the wind, and you're going to be a mother yourself?" Shi Jiaojiao couldn't cry or laugh, and she was very moved in her heart, so she had to respond glutinously, "Okay......"

Since the surprise is not hidden, simply show it in advance! Shi's mother pulled her daughter into the room, took out a cloth bag from the cabinet and put it on the bed, and carefully spread it out, revealing a colorful childlike world, goose yellow, pink, snow white, light green, these immature colors, the size of the mini clothes and hats are more cute, which makes people love it. "You touch, how dense your mother weaves a needle and a thread! I asked Xiaoguan to find it for me on the Internet, it's not old-fashioned at all, right? Isn't it better than buying it outside? ”

Shi Jiaojiao touched the little pink hat with rabbit ears, pinched the tips of the rabbit ears, and didn't know how to express the feeling in her heart, but kept nodding, "Okay, it's so beautiful." Mother Shi was encouraged, pulled her daughter to sit down, and said with high emotions: "You are right, the baby has tender skin, and the woolen sweater cannot be worn for a while." Don't worry about it, I've already greeted your Aunt Li and asked her to find me the best cotton and make some baby clothes. Her quilt is well made, only I know, and the little clothes are even better! If you know that you have a baby, you don't know how happy you should be, you have to make four or five sets! ”

"Hey, it's not enough, there's a lot to prepare!" Mother Shi patted her daughter's hand, fell into a kind of longing, and said softly: "There are also your headscarves and belts for confinement...... Dad also said that he would make a cradle for the baby, and the wood was prepared by Chen Erye, and now he was going to urge him to do it...... Full moon wine, red eggs, lucky bags...... We need to prepare......"

The more she talked, the more Shi's mother seemed to pin her unmet expectations on her daughter and her daughter's children when she was pregnant with Shi Jiaojiao. Looking at her mother's fascination, Shi Jiaojiao couldn't help but touch her lower abdomen, which hadn't changed much. Babies are such incredible things, these little beings have magical powers, and before they are even born, they can inspire the greatest love in people.

Shi Jiaojiao still fell asleep in a daze, and woke up lying on her bed, the quilt was neatly covered, and she was still a little in a trance. Outside, she was awakened by a conversation her parents didn't know much about. "Yo, Shi Jiaojiao is awake?" Father Shi held the drying rack and looked at his daughter's expression was particularly funny. "Daddy." Shi Jiaojiao rubbed her unkempt hair, smiled stupidly, and said, "I slept dizzy." Shi's mother happened to come out of the room and received: "Sleep until the sun sets, can you not faint!" ”