It is rare to be very patient to feed Xiao Qingchu a piece of sweet cake and a sweet cake, and smile gently.

Qing Chu chewed the sweet cake and felt very weak, "Mother, are you playing any bad ideas again, smiling so abnormally." ”

Huaxin looked at the little guy who was afraid of her with a smile, and suddenly became interested in teasing him, "Qing Chu, do you want to go to an interesting place with your mother, where the flowers and plants can talk, and there will be many small animals to play with you." ”

"Mother, do you want to trick me out and throw me away?" the little guy's eyes widened twice as wide as usual.

Huaxin wiped the sweet cake crumbs from the corner of his mouth, "My mother will accompany you." ”

"Daddy?"

"He didn't go. ”

"Then I'm not going either. The little guy didn't want to refuse the painting, and refused to eat the sweet cake she fed him anymore, so he reached out and grabbed a piece of it from the plate.

"Don't you miss your mother?" Huaxin held his little hand that was still clinging to the sugar dregs, and his heart was slightly lost.

Her voice was very light and light, like snowflakes falling outside the window, the emotions that Qing Chu had held back for a long time were pierced by the words of the painting heart, a pair of big eyes stared at the painting heart, looking at it and looking at it, a clear and bright water light leaked out.

When the puddle of water was about to overflow, the little guy suddenly threw himself into the arms of the painting heart, and the little face rubbed against her, before saying, "Mother, don't go, don't leave me, don't leave Daddy, I will listen to my mother in the future, I will recite the scriptures well, and I will copy the scriptures carefully."

The painting heart hugged the son of the early Qing Dynasty and Shuyi, but his mind was full of thoughts of being good with the light.

She rubbed Qing Chu's small ball into her arms, patted him lightly on the back, smiled gently, smiled and smiled, and the corners of her mouth curled into mockery.

Mock her own half-heartedness, mock her own chaos and abandonment, mock her own insatiable greed, and mock her fate of the Heavenly Lone Star.

He Guang Tongchen specially made a few more dishes today, and when she came to call her to eat, it was already completely dark, and she didn't have the slightest joy, and slowly walked out with Qingchu in her arms.

Qing Chu ate sweet cakes, and felt full after not eating much, Huaxin touched his head and coaxed him, "Mother wants to drink two glasses of wine alone with Daddy, can you go back to the house by yourself?"

Qing Chu was surprised that Huaxin discussed with him so gently, instead of throwing him into it directly, of course, he knew that even if his mother discussed with him, in fact, he had no room for refutation at all.

"But mother, I want to drink too. So saying, he reached out and touched the glass of wine, which was as light as the dust.

Because he didn't dare to touch his heart.

Before the painting heart attacked, He Guang Tongchen had already held him down, "Chu'er, you can't drink." ”

"What's not to do. Huaxin stood uncharacteristically on Qing Chu's side, snatched the wine glass from Heguang Tongchen's hand and handed it to Qing Chu.

Qing Chu grabbed the wine cup and shivered inexplicably, and his first reaction was that this wine was afraid that it was poisonous.

"It is not advisable for beginners to drink alcohol"

Before He Guang Tongchen could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Huaxin, "Monks are not suitable for drinking, you are not drinking the same way." ”

As she spoke, she held Qing Chu's hand and pushed the wine cup to Qing Chu's lips, "Drink, don't pay attention to him, your mother agrees that you can drink it." ”

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, "" Then he was forcibly poured a whole cup by his mother, choking his eyes with tears and his throat like a fire.

"Is it delicious? Do you want to pour you another glass?" The voice of the painting echoed in Qing Chu's ears like a poisonous tongue spitting out a letter, so frightened that Qing Chu'er shook his groggy little head, slid down the stool numbly, and ran back to the house to hide.