pastoral days

"Ah Rui is fine, and there is no letter. But he asked someone to come over and say that he has time to see us. He also misses you very much..." Zhang Ruiwen took over the conversation.Of course, they have no contact at all now. Since they got the box at Lingquan Temple last time, the two of them dare not make any moves.

"That's good, maybe I can see you and Chaoyang's child next time I meet Ah Rui," Mrs. Zhang said with a smile.Now she is looking forward to having another grandson. After all, Shuang Er is not easy to conceive, so she is still a little worried in her heart.

It has been two years since they got married, and there is no happy news for the two of them.Although Chaoyang would not dislike her, and the Song family didn't say anything, having a child is more like a family.

"This..." Zhang Ruiwen told a white lie with a calm face just now, but now he was asked about the child, his face suddenly turned red.He didn't know how to say this, why did he suddenly say this, he wasn't ready.

"Mother, it's not just winter. We were both so busy in the past. We will try our best in the next time, ha..." Song Chaoyang, who was next to him, hurriedly solved Zhang Ruiwen's predicament.It's just that Zhang Ruiwen's face turned redder.It would be better not to say it, it seems more shameful.He reached out and tugged Song Zhaoyang's clothes.

"Haha... as long as you have the numbers." Mrs. Zhang was silently stuffed with dog food, so she didn't say anything.Anyway, she just mentioned that the two must have their own plans.

Occasional small gatherings in winter dispel the boredom in the cold.

Winter is also a season of leisure, and maybe this season is also for people to take a rest after a hard year.

Zhang Ruiwen can no longer toss his one-acre land in winter. His main job now is to write the script. After half a year, the script is finally half written, and he plans to finish it in the spring of next year.

The protagonist in the storybook substituting him and Song Chaoyang without his knowing it.What's even more embarrassing is that in the script, he is a man who has read a lot of poetry and books, while Song Chaoyang is a pair of Kongwu and powerful.I often write and write, and my mood is surging, and my heart fluctuates.

Out of his fantasy, he didn't dare to let Song Chaoyang read the manuscript of his story.Scary...shy...so I always write secretly by myself in the later stage, as if doing something bad in my own home.

Song Zhaoyang: Why does it feel weird, I keep seeing Xiaowen hiding from me and doing something, I'm curious...

"What have you been up to lately?" Song Chaoyang said looking at Zhang Ruiwen's confused eyes when the two had an in-depth exchange at night.

"It's just writing a storybook...reading a book" There was a hint of hoarseness in the voice, which added to the ambiguity of the atmosphere at this time.

"Oh? Then you don't have to get up early tomorrow..." Song Chaoyang thought it was normal. Of course, the most important thing was beauty, so he talked about other useless things, and bowed his head to enjoy his big meal.

Watching Xiaomi grow up day by day.Song Zhaoyang's heart itch, thinking that a child with his and Xiaowen's blood in his body must be very cute, and he has been a little bit excited recently.And that must be a continuation of their love.It's winter, full of warmth and thinking, Song Zhaoyang feels that he should work hard for the little trees.

Sure enough, Zhang Ruiwen didn't have breakfast with Song Lai for several days.Being so tired every night, Zhang Ruiwen felt that he hadn't exhausted his thoughts on Song Chaoyang before he had already broken himself.

Even though he flies with the rhythm every night and enjoys himself physically and mentally, he starts every morning at noon.Looking at Song Gang and his wife's expressions that I understand, he dared not meet their eyes.

Zhang Ruiwen: I don't want it before the night starts.But I can't control it at all.This is not what I want.

Zhang Ruiwen's "Family with a Strong Man" is going on in his secret.Recently, Zhang Ruiwen plans to go out to ask about the market.After all, the purpose of writing the storybook is to let more people see the love and hatred in his writing.

On this day, he followed Song Chaoyang back to the Zhang Mansion.After preparing for him to be busy for a while, he went to see if there was any bookstore to help sell them.Get in touch first to be prepared.

"Xiaowen, what have you been doing lately?" Mo Xuelian asked curiously as soon as she saw Zhang Ruiwen.Anyway, she's been quite busy recently. It's winter, and gatherings in the circle are often held, not to mention all kinds of connections and relationships, and business mutual praise.It’s not okay to be fake, you still have to go.She asked Zhang Ruiwen this question purely because she wanted to abuse him.

"Me? It's winter. I have nothing to do. I just write scripts, read books, hang out with my parents, and listen to some gossip. The most important thing is that I have learned how to bake sweet potatoes in the stove. It's so sweet..." Zhang Ruiwen As he talked, he wanted to go back and eat a warm roasted sweet potato, and his saliva was a little flooded again.

"Sounds great, but Xiaowen, you have been writing this script for a while. Is there me in it? When will I be able to look up..." Mo Xuelian ignored the words in Zhang Ruiwen's words. An exciting leisurely life, I picked a point that I am more interested in and talked about it.Otherwise, she is afraid that because of her envy and hatred, she will torture Zhang Ruihua at night (after all, Brother Hua is busy at the end of the year), and she will become more and more qualified to be a good wife and mother.

"Ah? It will be a while before this is finished..." Zhang Ruiwen really didn't dare to show his script to his family, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

"Then can you let me read what you wrote first? I can give you some advice." Mo Xuelian continued to persuade.

"This..." Zhang Ruiwen was a little moved. If the script was written normally, it would be fine, mainly because there are some eclectic plots in it, and the prototype should be easy for family members to see.

"There's nothing to hesitate about. Your book will definitely be read by more people in the future. I'll check it out for you first." There was a trace of confusion in Mo Xuelian's words.

"That's fine...but after reading it, you have to give me feedback"

"Of course it's okay," he said excitedly.Looking at Xiaowen's expression, it's no surprise that she is the first reader.It's too smug.

"Then... this is for you. But I have to wait until I leave to read it." Zhang Ruiwen took out his manuscript from his arms, and instead of asking about it, wait for my sister-in-law to give me some advice.

"Where's Xiaomi?" Zhang Ruiwen looked at Mo Xuelian's urgent expression, and diverted her thoughts.Anyway, just don't tell him in front of him now.He needs to be ready.

"Xiaomi went out to a party with my mother, and my mother's food is more delicious today than mine," Mo Xuelian said helplessly.Although everyone in the world likes to eat delicious food, she really didn't find anyone who could match her son's obsession with eating.

"Ha..." Zhang Ruiwen couldn't help but laugh when he thought about that scene.Stretching out his hand to touch his stomach, he let out a foolish smile.Recently, they are only "planting trees". I don't know if the seeds of the trees have been buried.Will it be as cute as Xiaomi.

"Why, what's the matter?" Who is Mo Xuelian? After catching Zhang Ruiwen's movements from the corner of her eye, she had a face full of gossip, a face that said it quickly.

"No way, I'm just...just... hungry" Zhang Ruiwen was taken aback by Mo Xuelian.By the way, sister-in-law, aren't you very busy?Why are you chatting with me all the time.Of course I thought of it, so Zhang Ruiwen said it. "Sister-in-law, are you busy today? Don't accompany me"

"I'm busy, but time is squeezed out, haha, I still have some time to chat with you." In fact, because of Mo Xuelian's personality, bold, generous, and straightforward, she also has a way of handling things.Coupled with several years of experience as a young grandmother, it has to be said that she handles things faster and better than other daughter-in-laws.Mrs. Zhang is extremely satisfied.

Since Zhang Ruiwen didn't plan to go to the bookstore by himself, he helped Mo Xuelian with some things and waited for Song Chaoyang to go home with him in the Zhang residence.Of course, the chubby Zhang Xiaomi was the first to wait.Zhang Ruiwen: I always feel that every time I see Xiaomi, he becomes rounder again.

"Uncle..." When Zhang Xiaomi saw Zhang Ruiwen, his eyes lit up immediately, and he was running forward with two short legs.Zhang Ruiwen even had a feeling that a round glutinous rice ball rolled over.Quickly squatted down and caught him.

"Xiaomi, have you thought about Uncle?" Zhang Ruiwen touched his flushed little face.

"Hmm... uncle... eat" Zhang Xiaomi looked excited.

"Uh... Uncle didn't bring you anything to eat today." After all, Zhang Xiaomi is a bit overweight at present. For his health, everyone tries to control his weight.If he offered food again, he would probably be killed by everyone's eyes.

"Sister-in-law, has Xiaomi lost weight?" Just now she was far away, but now she feels that she is all clothes when holding Zhang Xiaomi. With her round face, she feels that Zhang Xiaomi is a bit round. In fact, it seems a little lighter to hold.

"Yeah, brother Hua has made Xiaomi move more recently," Mo Xuelian said a little embarrassedly.Zhang Ruihua got Xiaomi to do more activities, and the effect was obvious, but after Mrs. Zhang saw it by chance, she was so angry that she didn't talk to Zhang Ruihua for a day.It's also ridiculous.

Mrs. Zhang: My lovely grandson is played around by a silly son. Just thinking about that scene makes my head hurt, but I can't refuse it. After all, it is for the child.

"Hey, take a look, what is this? This is what Xiaomi just knew you were coming, and when he passed by the pastry shop, he said he wanted to buy it for you." Mrs. Zhang didn't want to hear about that incident now, and boasted of her own with pride. grandson.Whose grandson is as smart and sensible as hers.

"Good boy, Xiaomi..." Zhang Ruiwen was so warm that he kissed Zhang Xiaomi hard on the face.The last is the sweet time between Zhang Ruiwen and Zhang Xiaomi's uncle and nephew.Mo Xuelian, a mother, couldn't get in, so she went to work in a sore spot.

Hmph, in the future Hua Ge will let Xiaomi run around, she will definitely not feel bad, has no conscience?

**small theater**

Since Zhang Xiaomi eats a lot and it is not easy to prevent and control, Zhang Ruihua can only make his son move more.Coincidentally, Zhang Xiaomi has learned to walk now.

"Xiaomi, go get that purse for father," Zhang Ruihua ordered.

The world of children is simple, and they are very happy to be able to help adults.Hearing what his father said, he shook his little body and went to get his purse.

"Xiaomi, put the purse on the table next to your father." Zhang Xiaomi had just received an encouraging touch, and was entrusted with another important task.

"..." After going back and forth a few times, my body was sweating thinly, my little face was flushed, and I was praised a lot.Both father and son are very satisfied.

Zhang Ruihua didn't feel guilty about bullying the child at all, his own son.Zhang Xiaomi was also very happy, was praised, and planned to eat an extra bowl at night.