Reborn in 70s as a hot mom

When Song Shiting came in, he saw Ruan Qingling playing well with her daughter.

My daughter likes Ruan Qingling blowing air on her soles very much. She really doesn't hate this method.

When lying down, I have to lift my feet to give to my mother.

Ruan Qingling bent down, held her two little feet, and blew air on the soles of Yaya's feet. The little one giggled happily.

Seeing Song Shiting walking in, Ruan Qingling asked, "Yaya, do you want to play with daddy?"

Yaya turned over neatly and stretched out her short hands towards Song Shiting.

Song Shiting sat down beside the bed.

Rough fingers stretched out towards Yaya.

Yaya grabbed it and climbed up along Song Shiting's hand.

She wants to stand up.

But it’s very tiring to wait.

Just when he was about to stand up, his butt was falling down, and he was about to sit down on the bed.

Song Shiting reached out and hugged his daughter.

Yaya hugged her father, pointing her fingers upward, preferring his nose.

I don’t know what Yaya’s hobby is.

I don’t want anything else but my father’s nose!

A little finger moved forward desperately, just to poke the nostril.

He couldn't poke it, and his little face was full of anxiety.

Flat mouth, I want to cry

Ruan Qingling couldn't control herself and laughed.

I really want to die laughing.

Song Shiting was helpless by his daughter. When he raised his eyes, he saw that Ruan Qingling could no longer control her smile.

The light in his eyes softened inexplicably.

He raised his hand.

Yaya finally dug her father's nose.

laughed happily.

Ruan Qingling sat for a while and wanted to take a bath. She said to Song Shiting, "You watch your daughter, I'll take a bath."

Ruan Qingling went out.

Song Shiting was lying on the bed.

Achieved the freedom to poke daddy’s nose!

The little mouth is still blowing towards her father's nose. Just blow, and she also spits saliva together with her breath.

Song Shiting had no choice but to wipe his face with his hands.

Pull your daughter further away.

I don’t know what’s going on with this girl, she actually does something out of the ordinary.

There is a piece of paper on the table with Juanxiu's handwriting written on it.

Song Shiting saw her daughter after pulling her away, and her eyes were stunned for a few seconds.

Written by Ruan Qingling?

Several lines of different lengths above:

Or under the scorching sun,

Or on a quiet night,

Even if there is no red sleeves to add fragrance,

Nor did he burn incense to purify his hands,

But the tip of the pen lingering on the paper is like a delicate hand touching the heart,

Carefully write down the moments that make your mood jump,

This is my desire every time I write.

……

Ruan Qingling finished taking a shower and came back after washing her hair.

Seeing Yaya lying on Song Shiting's lap and falling asleep, Song Shiting was holding a small poem she wrote today and reading it.

In fact, she wrote a lot today.

However, she put away the others.

Only this one was something she had written in her previous life, written casually on paper.

Song Shiting felt that he had seen this type of poetry collection.

Ruan Qingling said: "I boiled water for you."

Song Shiting said: "There is no need to boil water for me in the future."

Unless it's winter, he doesn't have the habit of taking hot baths.

Ruan Qingling nodded.

Song Shiting asked, "Did you write this?"

Ruan Qingling walked towards the table and responded: "Yes."

Song Shiting said: "It's very well written."

Ruan Qingling asked: "Can you write poetry?"

Song Shiting shook his head, still looking at the paper: "No, but I have read poems of this type."

Ruan Qingling asked: "Whose poem is it?"

Song Shiting: "Xi Murong."

Ruan Qingling said: "I have also read the poems she wrote. She wrote the most poems about love, life and nostalgia."

"Her poems are beautifully written, fresh and easy to understand. They are loved by everyone from [-]-year-olds to literate children."

Song Shiting nodded and said, "A collection of poems was just published last year."

Last year’s poem?

Ruan Qingling thought about it, and it should have been a column last year called "Poetry as Painting, Painting as Poetry".

Thinking of this, she had an idea.

Therefore, she can also submit it to Crown Magazine.

With this column, she can also get some royalties.

Thinking of this, Ruan Qingling's mood improved inexplicably.

He even asked tentatively: "Do you think I can submit it if I write like this?"

Song Shiting lowered his eyes and continued to look at it a few more times. After a while, his brows relaxed and he said, "Okay, you go and give it a try. I will bring you some stamps back tomorrow."

Submissions now are all submitted by mail.

Song Shiting said this to support her.

Ruan Qingling was also happy.

Others can make money by writing manuscripts, and she can too.

Moreover, there are many magazine publishers.

She writes more articles.

I even thought of a pen name.

The light in the room was dim, but Ruan Qingling's eyes shone like stars under the lamp.

Song Shiting glanced at her.

I feel that she is particularly charming at this time.

This was something he had never seen in Ruan Qingling.

Ruan Qingling was thinking about getting rich and making money at this time, but she didn't pay attention to Song Shiting.

She reached out and took the paper from Song Shiting's hand.

"You said if I study more, can I also take the exam?"

Song Shiting asked, "What exam did you take?"

Ruan Qingling said: "If possible, of course it is the college entrance examination. I don't know anything now. If I don't go to school and learn more, what will I do in the future?"

Song Shiting was silent and later went out to take a shower.

Ruan Qingling didn't know either, when she mentioned going to school.

Will he remain silent?

Does this mean you don't want her to go to school?

If so.

Then she also has to consider whether to live with Song Shiting.

She doesn't want to be a stupid woman who only depends on men.

The idea of ​​living with Song Shiting that had just arisen was crossed here.

Ruan Qingling moved Yaya who climbed inside a little outside.

In this case, it will be more convenient to pee her in the middle of the night.

When Song Shiting came back from taking a shower, Ruan Qingling and Yaya were already asleep.

Moreover, their daughter is still in the middle of them.

He pursed his lips and lay down on the bed.

Ruan Qingling was going to school, and the first question that came to his mind was, what should his daughter do?

Moreover, last year's college entrance examination relied on allocated quotas. He didn't know what the policy would be this year.

He told Ruan Qingling rashly, fearing that he would not be able to give the correct answer.

……

At noon the next day, Zhou Xiangdong came back.

As soon as he walked in, Song Shiting looked at him.

Zhou Xiangdong was really thirsty, so he walked to the kettle and poured a glass of water.

He drank it gurglingly.

Song Shiting was still waiting for news from him.

But he didn't say anything, just waiting by the side.

Zhou Xiangdong finally drank enough water, then walked over, pulled out his chair, and sat down in front of Song Shiting.

Tell Song Shiting the information you got: "I got some information about the two people you mentioned."'

Song Shiting: "What's the news?"

Zhou Xiangdong said: "Let's talk about Lin Zeyang first. This person's life is in a state of chaos now. He just married a woman from the same village as you. Their lives are not good, so I don't think there is anything to commit the crime. Probably, of course, the most important thing is for you to judge for yourself.”

He added: "Also, the other one is more complicated. My sister-in-law's father, Ruan Hanmin, is an honest and incompetent man, but Zhao Mei seems to be a fierce one."

I checked and found that the Ruan family used to live an average life with nothing particularly outstanding. However, since the eldest daughter got married and the second daughter went to work, their living standards have improved a lot. Their reputation among neighbors is that they suddenly look like nouveau riche. "