Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

The birth of her son disrupted Lou Xiao'e's life.

First of all, there is the issue of breastfeeding, which is really frustrating!

Why does this child not get along with her milk? He refuses to drink a single ounce of it.

Moreover, this little guy howled twice when he came out of his mother's womb, and he hasn't cried since then.

Even if they have to poop or pee, they just kick their legs, just to show their appreciation.

What should he do if he is hungry?

As long as you see his little mouth pursing, you should hurry up and prepare milk powder for him.

Sometimes, Lou Xiao'e even wondered if this child was stupid.

Everything goes against her.

You can tell from the way he looks like, he doesn't look like a kid from this earthly world, but rather like he came out from some fairy mountain or spiritual realm, with an air of "not being worldly".

That look in his eyes makes it seem like he is looking at floating clouds. It is the kind of state that we mortals cannot understand.

People love and hate him, and there is nothing they can do about it.

In short, this child doesn’t look like the “rescuer” sent by the monkey!

Rather, he seems like a real "little ancestor" who is rebellious and has a cold temperament.

On the other hand, Xu Damao, the father, is heartless and seems to be indifferent.

He was quite happy and at ease, thinking: "If you don't obey, I will beat you up."

Don’t think that Xu Shaochen is not liked by his parents.

My grandparents love it very much.

I have to come to the city for a few days every month to visit my grandson.

The godfather and godmother were even more annoyed. Whenever Xu Damao showed a look of disdain, he would be scolded by the old man.

Hey, you know what, only when Xu Damao gets scolded can you see the little guy looking so pitiful.

However, only he himself knows who he should pity.

Lou Xiao'e felt that her son was not as likable as He Qing.

He would make a stern face from time to time, and occasionally look at her and Xu Damao with his contemptuous eyes.

It was as if someone owed him money and didn't pay it back.

Oh! Forget it, the baby has already been born, how can I return it?

But fortunately, her son has one thing that is worth bragging about as a mother.

It's so good-looking.

The little guy's facial features gradually became clearer and the outlines became more distinct.

His eyes seemed like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The eyelashes are long and curled, adding a bit of agility and depth to the bright eyes.

His skin gradually changed from pink to delicate porcelain white, revealing a natural luster.

It makes people want to touch the smoothness.

The occasional blush on his cheeks was like a flower blooming in the morning light, adding a bit of liveliness and loveliness to his face.

Because of this appearance, Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao have argued countless times.

It is said that a son will be like himself.

Later, it was the godmother's words that made the couple give up arguing.

"Shaochen has taken your best traits.

You both have a share.”

Time flies so fast, and it is October 1965, 10, the fifth day of the tenth month in the lunar calendar.

Xu Shaochen’s first birthday.

Little guy, you can speak clearly now!

As for walking, at first he was like a drunk, staggering from side to side.

Now it seems that he can even run a few steps in small steps. Although he is still a little shaky, it does not affect his stubbornness.

Lou Xiao'e had no intention of celebrating a birthday for such a young child.

But we can't handle these uninvited people.

Look, godfather and godmother, Zhu Zirui, and Sha Zhu’s family are all here.

"My dear grandson, come and see what fun things grandpa has prepared for you."

The old man picked up Xu Shaochen before he even sat down properly.

"Mom said, I can't have it anymore.

Dad said that Grandpa has almost emptied out all the family assets.” The little guy said seriously.

"Don't listen to their nonsense. Grandpa's family is very wealthy."

As the old man spoke, he opened a wooden box he had brought with him and took out two hand-carved wooden swords, one large and one small.

“This bigger one is made of rosewood, nothing fancy about it.

Just give it to this kid He Qing to play with.

This smaller one is my most precious treasure!" The old man's expression showed a sense of heartache.

"Godfather, please don't deceive us.

You are willing to give away the red sandalwood for little He Qing, but you still treat such a small and inconspicuous wooden sword as a treasure?" Zhu Zirui said with disbelief.

Lou Xiao'e came forward, took the small wooden sword from her son's hand, and looked at it carefully.

The small wooden sword in front of him seemed not much different in appearance from the rosewood sword in He Qing's hand.

Apart from that different color, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

She thought back to her past life, when she worked in an antique shop and those precious woods.

The top-grade nanmu, gorgeous huanghuali, and steady red sandalwood have all appeared before her eyes one by one.

However, this small wooden sword challenged her cognition in a way she had never expected.

The old man looked at Lou Xiao'e's thoughtful expression, with a smile on his face, as if he could see through her thoughts.

"Your father was once a man known as the Lord of Half the City, so have you ever seen such a piece of wood?"

There was a hint of teasing and anticipation in his tone.

Lou Xiao'e smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Godfather, you are testing me on purpose.

I have seen a lot of precious woods, but I really can't figure out the material of this sword for the time being.

Are you trying to amuse my son?"

At this time, the godmother interrupted with a doting tone, "If you can't tell, don't guess blindly. Let your godfather tell you, so that you young people can broaden your horizons."

Lou Xiao'e was moved when she heard this, and hurriedly urged, "Godfather, please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us quickly."

The old man smiled lightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes, "Have you heard of agarwood?"

As soon as he said this, everyone except Lou Xiaoe shook their heads. Even the two little guys He Qing and Xu Shaochen joined in shaking their heads.

However, when they saw the adults shaking their heads, they started to shake their heads too, causing everyone to laugh.

But there was a subtle shock hidden in Lou Xiao'e's laughter.

Of course she knew agarwood, a precious wood that existed almost only in legends and whose value was immeasurable.

And when the old man further mentioned "lightning-struck wood", her heart was even more filled with turmoil.

As for others, even if they have heard of lightning-struck wood, their understanding of it is naturally limited.

Including the two little ones, He Qing and Xu Shaochen, who could only follow the adults' reactions by nodding or shaking their heads, but they didn't know how precious the gifts their grandfather gave them were.

The old man, on the other hand, looked confident and mysterious, enjoying the curious and surprised looks of the crowd. It was obvious that he was very proud of and cherished the small wooden sword.

"Lightning-struck agarwood is also known as "agarwood struck by thunder."

The best of wood, not only because of its scarcity, but also because of the mystery and legend behind it.

"Lightning-struck wood" is the best among agarwoods.

In traditional culture, wood struck by lightning is believed to have absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and possesses mysterious powers such as warding off evil spirits, protecting the house, and praying for blessings, and is therefore highly sought after.

Especially those trees that are directly struck by lightning often contain richer oils and more unique textures, making them the best choice for making high-end furniture, handicrafts and even ritual implements. "

Lou Xiao'e tried hard to calm her inner excitement and listened quietly to the old man's story, her heart filled with awe and yearning for this traditional culture.