The ascetic uncle and his little shou

"Dad, brother is crying." The uncle was in the study when his youngest son ran over, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and reported the situation with a serious face.

The uncle patted the younger son on the shoulder, nodded and replied, "Of course, Dad knows, let's go and have a look together."

Hu Yiran frowned and followed behind the uncle, walked to his brother's room, and saw that he was still sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his tears.

The uncle walked in, hugged his eldest son, and comforted him: "What's wrong? Why are you crying like a cat again? Tell Papa Lin."

Lin Yijia looks very similar to the uncle, with deep eyebrows. Standing there silently at a young age looks like an uncle, but has a soft personality. Even at the age of ten, she still cries a little every three days and cries a lot every week.But the youngest son, Hu Yiran, is the complete opposite. His eyes are almost exactly the same as Qingyu's, and he looks soft, but his personality is much harder, and he is also very assertive, like a little adult.

When the surname was decided upon birth, the uncle suggested that the elder brother who likes to cling to Qingyu should take Qingyu's surname, but Qingyu disagreed, thinking that this would make her more sticky, so she simply took the surname Lin.The uncle said, let the younger brother take your surname, he looks sweet and looks like you.As a result, apart from his looks, the younger brother resembles the uncle.

The original nickname was in vain. What "Yuyu" and "Wake up", the delicious food and sleepiness were all taken up by the elder brother who was not yet full moon.Uncle and Qingyu had no choice but to give up these two nicknames, and called Jiajia and Ranran directly, and they kept calling them for ten years.

Hu Yiran explained for his brother who was so crying that he couldn't speak: "Father, my brother forgot to bring home his homework from school, so he cried."

"Jiajia, don't cry, dad will get you a new one." The uncle took the elder son's hand and went to find the extra notebook that Qingyu had prepared for his brother.

But Jiajia shook her head, twisted her body and said, "No, Papa Hu will blame me." After speaking, she cried even louder.

The uncle couldn't coax him well, so he could only look at Hu Yiran in blank dismay.

When Qing Yu came back from get off work, he heard the familiar cry of his eldest son, and the smile on his face froze instantly. Before he could take off his coat, he walked into his son's room and called out, "Lin Yijia."

When Jiajia saw Papa Hu came back, she immediately stopped crying, looked at her papa aggrievedly, pouted, feeling like she wanted to cry but couldn't.

Qingyu knelt down and wiped away tears for her brother, and after learning about the situation from Ranran, she comforted her, "Jiajia, why would Dad blame you? We have to find ways to solve problems, not cry, you know?"

Lin Yijia nodded, slipped into Qing Yu's arms stickily, and hugged Qing Yu tightly.

"Hey, don't come so close to me, tears and snot are all on my clothes! Rui Xing help me pull your son away!"

"Of course, take my brother to wipe his face." The uncle pulled Jiajia away and asked Ranran to take him to wipe his face clean. The two little boys left, leaving only the uncle and Qingyu in the room.

"Why doesn't Jiajia bother you, I'm exhausted." Qingyu took off his coat, fell on the bed, looked at the uncle, and said.

"Of course you stick to me. Of course you don't usually cling to others, but just looking for you is a big deal, and it's very tiring, okay?" The uncle lay down with Qingyu for a while, and recalled.

"Do you still remember the 99 whys when Ranran was a child? Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine of them were all asked by me. During that time, I felt guilty when I heard Ranran ask why." The uncle laughed. The goal is obvious, Jiajia follows Qingyu every day to hug and eat, but, quietly, she always runs to the uncle's room and study, asking questions as soon as she enters the door.

The two chatted one after another, gradually Qingyu stopped responding and fell asleep from exhaustion.The uncle got up quietly, leaned over and kissed Qing Yu's cheek, covered Qing Yu with the quilt, closed the door, and left.

The tender and lingering time is the most real state in all beautiful stories. Meeting in a special fate, and finally walking into the fireworks of the world together, this is probably the best ending.