In the evening, Yao Jingjing closed the stall and went home, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw the child lying on the kang and falling asleep.

"Have you breastfed your child?" Yao Jingjing sat on the kang, staring at the sleeping baby, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and her eyes were full of love.

"I've fed him milk."

"Milk? How is milk? Didn't Mary breastfeed her children? Or is she out of milk? ”

Sergei frowned and hesitated, "Jingjing, there is something I want to tell you. ”

"What's the matter?" Yao Jingjing saw that Sergei's face was solemn, as if something had really happened, which made Yao Jingjing uneasy.

Alas, Sergei sighed and said, "Maria is gone." ”

"Gone? Where to? ”

"She said she was going back to Moscow, and the child was left with us."

Eh, Yao Jingjing was stunned and instantly understood.

"Well, I knew she wouldn't stay long." Yao Jingjing's reaction was very flat, as if everything was expected by her.

"You're not angry?" Seeing that Yao Jingjing was not angry or annoyed, Sergei was a little surprised.

"What is there to be angry about, I guessed early on that she would definitely leave, and the child would definitely stay, where did she look like someone who would raise children. To put it bluntly, this child was born for the two of us. ”

Originally, he thought he was going to comfort Yao Jingjing, but it seemed that he was thinking too much, but Sergei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Jingjing, I thought you would be furious!" ”

"We've been married for seven years, and you still don't know me!"

Sergei sat aside, put his big hand around Yao Jingjing's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Because you can always surprise me." Jingjing, in the future, this child will be ours, you are the mother, I am the father. ”

"Okay, we have to name this kid, you're a father, you can think about it."

Sergei thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and he said, "It's called Pavel, how about it?" This is my grandfather's name. ”

"Pavel? Okay, let's call it Pavel. "Yao Jingjing doesn't have any idea about Russian names, she can call them anything, as long as it's not too strange.

"In the future, we will live together as a family of three." Sergei smiled, his eyes full of longing.

Since the outbreak of the Russian-Ukrainian war on February 24, 2022, it has lasted for 7 months and shows no signs of stopping. From time to time, artillery shells hit Russia's Belgorod Oblast, and the village of Nekhodivka, where Yao Jingjing is located, as a border village, is also often harassed by artillery fire, and the villagers are unbearable. The governor of the Belgorod region immediately ordered the transfer of villagers from several border villages, including the village of Nekhodivka.

Yao Jingjing's family was moved to an indoor gymnasium in the town, where they rested on the spot and were given blankets and food to each person. The family sat on the ground, Yao Jingjing looked around the gymnasium, and Yao Jingjing was full of emotion.

"Sergey, do you remember here?"

"How can you not remember, when we first moved to the village, we caught up with the flood, and the government moved us to another place, which is here, I remember very clearly, we stayed here for many days."

"yes, two years have passed, and we're here again, and I don't know how long we'll be staying this time."