Quick time travel to the full life

In March, pear blossoms bloom, and the courtyard is dotted with white; as soon as June, they bear fruit, and all of them fall to the branches.

In the study, Liu Yan forgot to sleep and eat, studying the scriptures of the book, his desperate posture wished to break one person into two.

Outside the study and in the small courtyard, Dalang Erlang was playing in the courtyard obediently, innocently.

In the main house, Xing Yan looked at his finger that was about to be poked into a sieve by the needle, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

However, Ah Xing wanted to cry more than him. He lowered his voice and poked Xing Yan, "You said you, but I haven't seen you for more than a month. How has your craftsmanship deteriorated? You were already clumsy, but now it's better to sew. You don’t even know any socks anymore, so what else can you do?”

Xing Yan: I can bear it, I can bear it no matter how much, shit, I can't bear it anymore (╯‵ ′)╯︵┴─┴

Xing Yan stood up with a bang, and the small round stool he drove fell to the ground when he got up, making a thumping sound.

"I don't want to learn anymore. What do I want to learn? It's useless to learn this. Look at my hand, it's almost like a sieve." Ever since he became conscious, he has never been so aggrieved.

Xing Ahma was taken aback by his sudden outburst, and then came back to his senses, furious, "You son of a bitch, you are capable, and now you dare to murder your Ahma."

Xing Yan stiffened his neck and didn't speak, Xing Ahma was helpless seeing this.

I thought that Brother Yan's temper had softened a little after the previous incident, but he didn't know that it took only a few days for him to reveal his true colors.

However, Xing Ahma took a sneak look at Xing Yan's fingers, and at a glance, it was full of fine pinholes, with little drops of blood coming out, it's hard to say that the child didn't cry, but just lost his temper.

He took Xing Yan's hand and blew, "Does it still hurt? Ah, I will give you some medicine later. As for this needlework, if you really can't learn it, let it be." Come on, my body is still strong, and I can take care of you for a few years."

Xing Yan pursed his lips, but did not speak.

Xing Ahma knew at a glance that the dead boy's stubborn temper was on the rise again, and he couldn't laugh or cry, he waved his hand and patted Xing Yan's back, "Okay, I don't need you here anymore, put the medicine on your hand, and you can go and accompany him Dalang Erlang and the others, let's play." After saying that, Ah Xing sat back on the round stool, lowered his head to sew, and naturally missed the complex expression on Xing Yan's face.

Just now, he lost his temper with Ah Xing, but Bao Ziyan didn't stop him, what's going on?

Xing Yan had a vague guess in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit it.

He is an old monster who has been heartless and heartless for thousands of years. How can he have the emotions and desires of ordinary people? He must be affected by empathy, it must be.

Xing Yan didn't care about applying the medicine, and hurried out of the inner room, took a basin of cold water, and splashed it on his face.

The cold well water hit his face, and finally he regained a little sobriety.

And Dalang Erlang, who was playing in the small courtyard, ran over when he heard the movement, raised his head, and looked at him curiously, "Ah, what are you doing?"

Xing Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to force a smile, and heard the two little guys scream, "Ah, what's wrong with your hand, it's bleeding, doesn't it hurt?"

"Ah, I'll get you some medicine." Erlang ran away on his short legs, and came back shortly after, holding a small round bottle in his hand, panting, "Ah, here, after you apply the medicine, you'll be fine." It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xing Yan lowered his eyes and said nothing, and didn't take over. Da Lang looked anxious, and simply snatched the round bottle from his younger brother's hand, pulled out the cork, and poured the medicine powder into Xing Yan's hand as if he didn't want money, comforting him while pouring it. , "Ah Mo doesn't hurt, Da Lang will give you Hu Hu, apply the medicine, Ah Mo's hand will be healed."

A cool feeling instantly came from the tingling fingertips, and it slid all the way into the bottom of his heart, disturbing his original mood.

It was also at this time that Xing Yan really realized why cultivating the Tao first cultivates the mind. It is ridiculous that he claims to be powerful in force, looks down on all sentient beings, and always regards everything as grass and trees, aloof, but unexpectedly once he enters the world of mortals, even if he has sympathy Factors, but in an instant, the defense was knocked out by the two children.

How sad, how ridiculous.

Xing Yan thought back on his invincible appearance in the past, and suddenly felt that the past was unbearable.

What a hot eye.

Xing Yan sighed helplessly.

Da Lang finished applying the medicine to Xing Yan, and when he looked up, he found that his Ah Mo was distracted, alas!Since that incident, Ah Mo's whole body has become fragile, and it is conceivable how much it hurt Ah Mo. He must study hard in the future, work hard to become stronger, and never let anyone bully Ah Mo again.

Xiao Douding, who was not yet three years old, swore secretly in his heart.

Fortunately, Xing Yan didn't know what Da Lang was thinking at this time, otherwise his expression must be very, um, colorful.

Xing Yan has always known that Da Lang is a careful and steady child, but when he saw the awkward cloth strips wrapped around his fingers, he still felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

Obeying the feeling in his heart, Xing Yan touched Da Lang's forehead with his intact palm, which made the child smile shyly. Erlang was aroused watching from the side, and he also touched Xing Yan.

Xing Yan chuckled and agreed.

The two children circled happily around him, and Xing Yan turned around to look at them from time to time. He remembered the matter of naming Dalang Erlang before, which was delayed due to various emergencies, and now Xing Yan saw Two children, with an idea in mind.

"Dalang, is there anything you particularly like?"

Dalang tilted his head and thought for a while, looking embarrassed, "Ah, Dalang has a lot of things he likes, such as walnut cakes, wontons, fried eggs made by daddy, cuju from Erhu's, and cuju from Erhu's family. I like the pears grown in the yard, of course, Da Lang likes his younger brother the most, Ah, Daddy and the youngest, grandpa."

Xing Yan was silent, and then turned his head to ask Erlang, who had been waiting and was eager to try, and before Xing Yan asked, Erlang said, "Ah, Erlang, Erlang likes sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour ribs, Fish, I like tamales, chicken stewed with mushrooms, spicy tofu, my dad’s fried pork, and my grandpa’s grilled fish, and I still like... balabala..." Erlang After reading a lot of dish names, it was difficult for a child as young as Erlang, not only to remember clearly, but also to enunciate words clearly.

Of course, at the end, Erlang closely followed his elder brother's footsteps, and also emphasized, "Erlang's favorite is elder brother, eh, daddy, youngest and grandpa." Pouting his lips, he stretched out his index finger and tapped the little guy's nose lightly.

"Ah, itchy, hahahaha..." The little guy smiled happily.

Da Lang looked enviously, and then the tip of his nose was tapped, and what he saw was the fingertips he had bandaged a few minutes ago.

Da Lang couldn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth any longer, his brows and eyes were curved, and his small white teeth were showing in his smile.

Xing Yan stood on one side, looking at them, his eyes softened unconsciously.

After dinner in the evening, Xing Yan stopped Liu Yan who was about to continue his study, thought about it and said, "Yan...Yanlang, I have something to say to you, and it has something to do with Dalang Erlang."

Liu Yan understood and led the people into the study. He himself found a small round stool and sat down, pretending to be listening attentively.

Instead, Xing Yan didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, Xing Yan tentatively said, "I think the children are almost three years old, and it's not good to always call them by nicknames, so today I asked Find out what Dalang Erlang likes, and then think of two names, what do you think of it?"

Liu Yan was surprised, but also interested, and bowed slightly, signaling Xing Yan to continue.

"Da Lang likes a lot of things, and they are very complicated, so I thought of a word [yu] for him, hoping that no matter what he does in the future, there will always be something left, and he will never be short."

"As for Erlang, you know that this kid is good at eating. He can memorize the names of dozens of dishes at such a young age, which shows how obsessed he is with food, so I thought of a [Delicacy] for him. ], implying that he will have inexhaustible delicacies in the future."

After Xing Yan finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, "What do you think of these two names?" It is rare for him to name someone himself, so no objection is allowed, hmph.

Liu Yan squinted at him, there was no abnormality on his face, pretending to be contemplative, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of his husband tightening the hem of his clothes, so he couldn't bear to tease him anymore.

"Brother Yan's two names are naturally good. Even if I let me think about it, I can't think of a better one. Fu Lang is really talented." Liu Yan narrowly blinked at Xing Yan. .

Xing Yan glared at him angrily, then turned around and planned to walk out the door.

Liu Yan hurriedly stopped him, "Fu Lang, where are you going?"

"If I don't leave, Ah Mo will come and arrest me later, and I don't know which of us is the real one."

"Hehe~~" Liu Yan couldn't hold back his laughter, reached out to hold Xing Yan's hand, and put it in his heart, "Don't worry, husband, I love you for my husband, you don't know that this injury is on your hand, it hurts In my husband's heart."

Xing Yan frowned and scolded him, "Slick tongue."

Liu Yan smiled and said nothing.

Xing Yan: Burning in anger jpg.

"Hmph!" Xing Yan stepped on Liu Yan's foot, pushed him away and left.

Tuliu Liuyan raised his feet behind him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "It's all right now, I don't have to worry about falling asleep tonight."

The lights in the study were brightly lit, and it was barely extinguished until Choushichu. Xing Yan glanced at it from afar, and secretly murmured, "He's a hard worker." Then he pretended to be asleep before Liu Yan entered the room.

Liu Yan glanced at the jacket scattered at the end of the bed, his eyes were unclear. After he got into bed, he tentatively squeezed in, and he obviously felt that the person beside him was stiff.

Liu Yan didn't point it out, just before closing his eyes, he sighed softly, not sure if he was talking to himself or telling someone.

"I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated."

The author has something to say:

Explain, when Xing Yan agrees with his father, husband and children in his previous life from the bottom of his heart, he will no longer be smart (￣y▽￣)~*