One night, the mandarin duck embroidery was turned red, Su Shengsheng went from shyness to flattery, to uncontrollable, and finally ran away from the bed.

After thinking about the chaos of shame, the quilt escaped and was kicked under the bed.

She became a dead fish on a sticky board, and she didn't even have the strength to jump.

"Wei Huaijin, you, you get up."

Being pressed out of breath and intake of more air, Su Shengsheng felt that he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

The man who had been working her seemed to know that she really couldn't stand it, and finally showed kindness, turned over, hooked her waist, and hugged her into his arms.

Finally changed to a position that was not pressed, Su Shengsheng took a breath, but from head to toe, even the hair was as soft as mud.

"You, you're old, don't be ashamed ......"

Su Shengsheng lay on his chest, which was also sweaty, panting, half-squinting, and gritting his teeth.

It's okay not to say this, but when you say it, it provokes the "handful" factory father.

Pulled another futon from the bed and put it over the soft cat.

Wei Huaijin was not annoyed when he heard this, but only changed his way to prove whether he was old or not.

Su Shengsheng in the quilt was forced to scream again, and two tears came out.

But he kissed them one by one, coaxed in the warm tent that stretched in spring.

……

Early in the morning, Puyang Yayoi, who lived in the courtyard next door, stayed in the morning and dusk to say goodbye to his father and mother, just like on weekdays.

Only today, his mother was lazy again.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't get up, only his father, upright, with his eyebrows and eyes stretched, and a smile on his face.

"Yayoi greets my father."

Respectfully saluted, ten-year-old Puyang Yayoi, although he was small, but the old man with a board between his eyebrows and eyes was more than twenty years old.

Wei Huaijin was eating tea, glanced at his son, and said "um" lightly, and then asked his son what books he had read recently, but he had any doubts.

Puyang Yayoi answered one by one, and there were indeed a few things that he didn't understand, and he also respectfully asked his father.

Wei Huaijin put down the teacup and unhurriedly solved Puyang Yayoi's doubts.

In the morning moment, although the father and son get along with each other not eagerly, they can be regarded as father and son.

When Yayoi finished greeting and was about to retreat, Wei Huaijin stopped him, pondered for a moment, and hesitated for a moment, "Yayoi can feel like a father?" ”

As he spoke, Wei Huaijin stroked his sideburns, and he hid those white hairs well, and he could hardly see them on weekdays.

When Puyang Yayoi heard this, he shook his head uprightly, "Father is in the prime of life." ”

Wei Huaijin nodded with satisfaction, thought for a moment, and said, "Then has your mother said anything special to you recently?" ”

Yayoi looked at his father, who seemed to be confused, thought for a while, and replied: "A few days ago, my mother came to ask the child, whether she likes her brother or her sister, and the child said that she is her brother, but her mother took out the word Chu Rui, and said that her sister is suitable for this name. ”

That's why I don't know what to say, so that his father rarely hesitated.

After a short while, Puyang Yayoi withdrew from the room.

Wei Huaijin sat on the chair and closed his eyes, turned around and walked into the inner room.

The cat, who had been tired all night, was still sleeping soundly, and when he slept soundly, he was uncovered and hugged into his arms.

The familiar breath of the tip of his nose hit, Su Shengsheng rubbed his face and continued to sleep.

"I didn't know that Sheng'er had already named our daughter."

The soft voice carried a hoarse smile, looking at the woman in his arms, Wei Huaijin's eyes were full of pity.