Sir, your vest is off!

Zhou Wenqing's eyes were red, and he solemnly accepted the red passbook, put it in the inner pocket of his jacket, and tightly covered it with his hands, something hot in his heart was about to burst out of his eye sockets.

Zhou Wenqing took a deep breath, "I will treat Lan Lan well."

The dean's grandfather and dean's grandma looked at the young couple kindly. For the two elderly people who are all focused on the children, the safety, health, happiness and happiness of the children are the most important.

Song Lan burst into tears, Little Pingguo didn't understand why her brother was crying, and wanted to reach out to wipe it off for her brother, but her brother cried even more fiercely, making Little Apple's small mouth pouted, and even wanted to cry the trend of.

From this point of view, Song Lan's ability to make a group of children cry when he first went to school seems... also a kind of talent.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the childcare worker hurriedly carried away Little Apple, while Song Lan hugged Zhou Wenqing, buried her face in Zhou Wenqing's lapel, and cried for a long time until it was time for dinner in the orphanage.

The dean's grandmother said with a smile: "It's still like when I was a child. Nothing is as important as the meal. Even if you cry, you have to wait until the meal is over."

But usually after eating, I have forgotten to cry!

Song Lan looked at Zhou Wenqing who had a smile in his eyes, and argued aggrievedly: "I didn't!"

Zhou Wenqing's smile became more obvious, and he gently wiped away the tears on Song Lan's cheeks. He exchanged glances with the dean's grandpa, dean and grandma, and they both burst out laughing.

After dinner, the young couple chatted with the two old people for an afternoon about the short work and life of the parents, and then the real-time news and future plans.

After sitting for a long time, go and fight with the children for a while, Song Lan teaches the children Chinese reading comprehension, Zhou Wenqing...it wouldn't be possible without Zhou Wenqing!Except holding the baby!Those tiny little babies.

Song Lan hugged the crying little guy with a flushed face in distress, patted and shook it gently while hugging, "Don't cry, don't cry, be good..."

With the improvement of the quality of life, few people will abandon their children as soon as they are born. However, there are no absolutes in everything. Some people have exceptions. They want to be happy and regard the arrival of their children as a scourge. , and chose to abandon it.

Song Lan didn't know why she was abandoned, she was too lazy to care about the past, and she was afraid of being sad.

But for the children who had the same experience as her, Song Lan empathized with her and sympathized deeply.

"Look, you have to hug him like this, with one hand dragging his buttocks and back, and the other hand resting his head, gently shaking and patting him, comforting him, talking to him, distracting him It will be fine." Song Lan explained to Zhou Wenqing in a low voice when the child was crying for a while.

Zhou Wenqing felt novelty, "Lan Lan knows quite a lot."

Song Lan picked up the prepared milk powder to test the temperature, and said triumphantly to Zhou Wenqing: "Of course, I have learned to do these things since the second grade of elementary school. Sometimes many children cry together, and the nursery staff and Grandma Dean and the others are too busy to keep up, especially Grandma Dean and the others are too old to hold these little guys. Naturally, we, the older kids, are here to help. If we do too much, of course we will."

"Oh~" Zhou Wenqing's brows and eyes suddenly showed a sense of pride.

The baby "Zi~Zi~" sucked the bottle with two small hands, and stopped crying. Song Lan gently dragged the baby up, "Would you like to try hugging again?"

Zhou Wenqing shook her head, "I still want to see Lan Lan holding her."

"Huh? Why?"

"This way I always feel that Lanlan is like a gentle and amiable wife and mother, holding our baby in her arms. It feels very warm, like a family of three." Zhou Wenqing will feel very warm if he thinks about it for a while.

This has become a small thorn in Song Lan's heart. It's not a pain, it's just a slight thud. Just now when Zhou Wenqing was holding the little apple, he felt a little concerned, and now he cares even more. Song Lan asked: "You Do you like children?"

Zhou Wenqing didn't know what Song Lan was thinking, she just smiled and nodded as she said, but shook her head again.

"What do you mean? Nodding and shaking your head?" The little guy in her arms hiccupped, Song Lan quickly put down the bottle, picked up the baby upright, and gently gave the baby a hollow hand Hiccup.

"I like little babies, but I like baby Lanlan more." Zhou Wenqing smiled narrowly.

When Song Lan heard Zhou Wenqing call him "Baby", her attention was diverted instantly, her old face flushed suddenly, "What are you doing, the child is here!"

"It's okay, the little baby doesn't understand." Only baby Lanlan can understand.

Song Lan glared at Zhou Wenqing, and walked to the side with the baby in her arms, with words written all over her back: "It's annoying, don't talk to me."

Zhou Wenqing was overjoyed.

When it was dark, Song Lan had another dinner with Zhou Wenqing before waving goodbye to the dean's grandfather, dean and grandma. Little Apple stood behind the dean's grandma, waved his arms reluctantly and said silently to the two big brothers goodbye.

When they got home, Zhou Wenqing picked up Song Lan and threw her onto the bed. Song Lan was caught off guard, but Zhou Wenqing restrained Song Lan's movements, buried her head in Song Lan's neck and took a deep breath, exhaling in Song Lan's ear , There was a muffled hum in his chest.

Song Lan didn't dare to move, "Zhou Wenqing, you, what are you doing?"

"Lanlan has the baby's milky scent on her body." Zhou Wenqing said in a hoarse voice, "Sweet."

Zhou Wenqing took a sip.

Song Lan had goose bumps all over his body, "You..."

Zhou Wenqing gently kissed along Song Lan's neck, "Didn't Lan Lan say before that she wanted to open up for me?"

"At that time..."

"Why?" Zhou Wenqing asked.

"It's because I like you that I want to give you a lot of love. Isn't there a joke called the male god, I want to give birth to a monkey for you?" Song Lan couldn't refuse Zhou Wenqing's action.

"Oh..." Zipper's voice was very clear, "What does Lan Lan mean, I am Lan Lan's male god? Does Lan Lan want to give birth to a monkey for me?"

Song Lan beat Zhou Wenqing, "Is this your focus?"

"Hmm! No, it should be that Lan Lan likes me!" Zhou Wenqing smiled softly against Song Lan's ear.

Laughing so hard that half of Song Lan's body went numb.

"Then, then I like you, do you like me?" Song Lan wrapped her arms around Zhou Wenqing's neck, and the two of them were in close contact.

"Hmm!" Zhou Wenqing's answer was a heavy "hmm".

It's a pity that Song Lan at that time couldn't spare any energy to listen.

The next day was the New Year's Eve, Song Lan was half asleep, half awake, sore and sore, and was "packed" by Zhou Wenqing onto the plane. She didn't even feel nervous, because she didn't have that much time to spare, and she was so tired that she was dying.

Song Lan didn't wake up until she got off the plane and got in the car to pick them up. She sat up startled in a dying dream, and blurted out five consecutive questions: "Did you bring the necklace? Did you bring the tea? Did you bring the snack? I'll see now." Is it okay to get up? What should I do if I start to get nervous?! Why did you torment me last night until morning!"

Zhou Wenqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I was afraid that you would be easily nervous, so I made a fuss for a while last night. Look, didn't you sleep soundly along the way?"

"You are so arrogant!" Song Lan gritted her teeth with hatred, "Why didn't I realize that you were so stinky and shameless when I first got married?"

Where did the previous "overlord with a max fighting capacity and a boyfriend full of power" go? ? ?

"But it's too late for Lanlan to regret it now, so just work hard and endure for the rest of your life."

"..."

Song Lan snorted coldly, "You're the only one who can talk, but you're good at coaxing people."

"I only coax Lan Lan."

"You're so annoying! Don't talk, I don't want to talk to you."

"Then you don't need me to introduce you to your parents, do you? Okay."

Song Lan looked dangerously, "Are you threatening me?"

"Don't dare."

"Then don't talk until you get home, I have a sore throat!"

? Zhou Wenqing's eyes changed slightly, but Song Lan wouldn't let him speak, so he took out pear paste candy and honey mint water, and put them on Song Lan's lap.

Song Lan glanced at Zhou Wenqing, who sat "obediently" and looked out the window.

Song Lan tore off the wrapping paper of the pear paste candy and ate it, the burning dry pain in her throat was no longer there.

It's considerate.

If Zhou Wenqing wasn't the culprit for his sore throat.

The car drove into a small peaceful village. The village fell at the foot of the mountain, and there were cattle and sheep on the mountainside.

It was quite novel, as a flock of sheep passed by in front of it, the car had to stop to give way to the flock of sheep, and a dozen sheep walked past with "baa hehe... baa hehe...", their voices came and went, cadenced.

At the end of the flock of sheep is a faltering lamb, followed by an adult sheep. If it weren't for the adult sheep, there was really no way to notice the lamb.

When the sheep were far away, the car continued to move forward and turned a corner. The road was paved with gray-blue stones. There were maple forests on both sides of the road. Without the decoration of red leaves, the car looked a bit thin. Fortunately, the maple forest The edge of the mountain is the original pines and cypresses in the mountain. The years have given them a weight that is hard to ignore, tall and lush.

At the end of the maple forest, there is no small village. What you see is just a house that looks like a work of art. It seems to be mixed with Japanese style. No, it is more like the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It is simple and prosperous, and it is perfect for the scenery in the mountains. There is no sharpness and abruptness of reinforced concrete, and there is an additional feeling that can be called aura, quiet and elegant.

A middle-aged man rolled up his sleeves and was fishing for something by the pond on the right side of the house. He looked quite anxious, his hands were a little red from the cold, and they looked a little swollen.

Song Lan thought it was a servant hired by the family, but Zhou Wenqing next to her suddenly lowered the car window and shouted, "Dad!"

Song Lan was shocked!What?

The man stood up when he heard the sound, "Come back so early? Wife! Wen Qing and Lan Lan are back!"

After the car stopped, Zhou Wenqing got out of the car first, then helped Song Lan, who was "inconvenient in legs and feet", out of the car, and called "Dad" again.

Zhou Wenqing's father, Zhou Yi put down his sleeves and came up to him. Song Lan's mouth seemed to be stuck with tape, and his tongue was also tied. He forced out a smile and said hello: "Shi... Shiu, Uncle, Uncle!"

Xu Yun has been busy cooking and making dumplings in the house. When Zhou Yi called her, she ran out with flour on her hands, grinning from ear to ear.

Song Lan didn't expect Zhou Wenqing's father to be called "uncle" in a daze, and Zhou Wenqing's mother also came, so she had to bite the bullet and call "auntie".

This is all right, the two of them were stunned.

Song Lan's hands were covered in cold sweat, and Zhou Wenqing's hands were wet from Song Lan's. Zhou Wenqing called out "Mom", "I brought back your daughter-in-law, Song Lan."

Song Lan's back felt cold, and she bravely called again, "Hello, Uncle, Hello, Auntie. I, my name is Song Lan, and I am Zhou Wenqing's husband."

Zhou Yi said "Hello" rather politely.

To Song Lan's ears, it was tepid and dissatisfied.

Song Lan's heart turned cold all of a sudden, and the smile on his face also froze, and he couldn't hang on anymore.

Zhou Wenqing patted Song Lan's hand, ""

Xu Yun immediately came to her senses and patted her little old man, "Look at you scaring the child!"

"It's okay, my boy, you're right."

Xu Yun hooked Song Lan's arm with her elbow and said, "You and Wen Qing haven't had a wedding yet, and your uncle and I haven't given you a red envelope to change your name. It's right to call you uncle and aunt!"

[The author has something to say: Little apples and little babies are very important foreshadowing ~ Happy Valentine's Day]