"You little domineering king." Ling Baolu helplessly reached out and nodded his son's little nose, the swaddling clothes in his arms were not yet hot, so he had to return them to Gao Xueqing.

"This kid is still a domineering person." Gao Xueqing hugged her baby great-grandson and said jokingly.

"Not really!" Ling Baolu picked up the child, thinking that now the child can speak, he taught the child to call father and mother early, and will also show the child some photos of Qi Yu and the videos they took before, so the child now knows his father.

She plans to wait until Qi Yu's death day, and then take the child to incense Qi Yu and let him know that the child will already call Dad.

The Ling family is now all going well, the villa built by Ling Mo and Ning Yuanlan before they got married was built as early as last year, and then a commercial building was built on the original location.

Of course, that piece of land still belongs to the Ling family, and no one dares to peep at it.

What Ling Mo means is that the commercial building should be built high, and the current plan is to build fifty floors, which has not been allocated for the time being, but every child in the family will have a share.

Because the project is huge; Big, Ling Xi was in a hurry to finish, so the funds were very generous, and he invited three groups of people to come over, and he worked day and night non-stop, and it was only a year before the building had been built, and the next thing was to fill in the pattern inside.

Ling Baolu also slowly came over from Qi Yu's death by Qi Yue's company, she can put down anything now, as long as Qi Yue is well.

Twenty-seven days passed quickly, and the time was on January 27 of this year.

Ling Baolu packed up with Aunt Mei early, bought incense candles and other things, and took Qi Yue out.

The first thing to go to was the Martyrs' Garden, Aunt Mei was twisting things, Ling Baolu was holding Qi Yue's little hand, he was now walking very steadily, but he had to be supported by someone when he went up the stairs, Ling Baolu didn't want to carry him up, he came by car all the way, and now he has to worship his father, so he has to go up by himself.

So Ling Baolu only held his two little hands, carefully holding his hands, and let him step by step on the steps and go up to the ding department.

Although Qi Yue is small, he likes the sport of walking very much recently, and when he goes out for a walk with his mother every day, he walks alone, so his foot strength is not bad, and after he goes up to the mountain, he does not shout tired, but because he is on the top, he breaks away from his mother's hand and runs forward.

Ning Yuanlan caught up, grabbed the little guy, squatted down, hugged his shoulders and said, "Xiao Yue, you can't run around here, you have to be polite, because the people who live here are heroes and martyrs, we have to respect them, we can't shout, we can't laugh." ”

Qi Yue's child looked at his mother with a pair of big eyes, he only understood the word hero, and his mother asked him not to shout or laugh, he didn't understand it in his heart, but when he saw his mother's serious face, he nodded obediently.

Reach out and take your mother's hand and continue walking.

Ling Baolu smiled with relief, the child is really sensible!

The mother and son walked to Qi Yu's tomb, Qi Yue looked at the photo on the tombstone, turned his head to look at his mother, his eyes blinked, and his tone asked, "Dad?" ”

"Yes, it's Daddy." Ling Baolu squatted down and took the chrysanthemum in Aunt Mei's hand; Hua, handed it to Qi Yue, pointed to the location in front of the tombstone, and said to him, "Xiao Yue is good, put the chrysanthemum; Flowers on top of that! ”