I became popular after marrying a rebel

Makino and the others are not interested in children, and this time, no one has visited Queenie except Makino.

And even Makino went over to take a look at the little girl while she was taking a nap, and didn't say a word to her.

Wen Ya thought it was a bit funny, thinking that when the little girl grows up in the future, thinking of you brothers and sisters, none of you were willing to play with her in the past, and I don't know if you will be angry.

He went up the stairs at the other end, and went to Miss Queenie's pink nursery to see her.The door of the room was ajar, and the little doll was eating breakfast angrily at the moment. The breakfast consisted of baby butterfly noodles, vegetables cut into small pieces and shrimp custard. I ate it by myself. It seemed that I didn't like eggs very much. I only picked shrimp meat from the custard. Seeing this, the auntie took the spoon back and scooped up a spoonful of eggs and stuffed them into the little girl's mouth. The little girl had to swallow it in disgust. Down.

The aunt spoke Cantonese with an accent, Wen Ya didn't fully understand it, but he could roughly guess that she was telling her not to be picky eaters, and to eat all the eggs, so that she would be a good child.

He went in to watch the little girl eat, and said to his aunt: "She doesn't like to eat eggs, next time you can replace her with fish or shrimp... Chicken is also fine, just add protein, and you don't have to eat eggs of."

The little girl nodded sharply in agreement, and spit out a string of alien language, but Wen Ya didn't understand, so he had to poke her fleshy cheek.

The aunt gave him a disapproving look, and said, "If you are picky, you will not be healthy in the future—"

Wen Ya shook his head amusedly, and said, "The nutrients are all the same, so if you don't like it, you can change it to another one. We adults are all picky, why don't we let children be picky?"

Auntie started speaking in dialect again, Wen Ya's head got dizzy, so he nodded, thinking that he should go and talk to Ah Ye's mother before leaving.

Seeing him coming, the little Queenie was a little lost in the mood to eat. She finished the butterfly noodles with a few mouthfuls, and then dragged him to the small study to accompany her to draw. Sitting cross-legged at the low table, he accompanied her to doodling on paper with a large box of colored pens.

Queenie looked back at her aunt, thought for a while, and drew a curved line on the paper. Wen Ya looked at her and waved her brush, teasing her and said, "What is this? You can draw a small animal for Uncle...Brother—" "

Wen Ya's OS in his heart: This seniority is really difficult, and he has to act tender in front of such a young child so that he can be called his brother.

Queenie sighed old-fashionedly, and then continued to draw five stick figures on the curve just drawn, and drew a sun on the upper right corner.

The aunt understood, "Is the painting about climbing a mountain?"

Queenie: "..." Another ellipse was drawn in the sky.

Wen Ya guessed, "Spaceship? Cloud? The moon?"

Queenie didn't know what to do, she scratched her head worriedly, turned the paper over, and began to paint an animal on the paper intently.

Wen Ya looked at it for a while, watching the shapes of animals slowly appear on the paper, and guessed, "A kitten? A puppy? Playing with a... ball?"

The little girl looked autistic, and began to add manes around the kitten's face.

Wen Ya seemed to understand a bit, and said, "It's a little lion!"

Pretty cute.

Queenie: "..."

Queenie didn't want to draw any more, so she folded the painting in half and handed it to Wen Ya, with her chin resting on her two hands, her brows curled upside down in distress.

Children are so much fun, Boya Juexian, because there is no bosom friend, Queenie doesn't want to draw, because Brother Wen is an idiot who can't understand what she is drawing.

Wen Ya wanted to laugh so much, he took the colored pencil from her hand, took out the coaxing skills he had practiced when Chang Feng was young, drew a Hello Kitty for her, and said, "Look! Hello Kitty is here!" Let's play with Queenie, shall we paint her a color? What color dress does Queenie want her to wear? Is this okay?"

He chose a pink color, and Queenie looked at him sadly, and suddenly let out a "beep", opened her hands and threw herself on the painting, like a salted fish suddenly losing its dream.

Wen Ya: "..." A child's mind is really hard to understand.

Wen Ya intuited that the child seemed to draw something for him, but he didn't recognize what she drew, so he was very depressed. After scanning for a week, he found a stack of cards about colors and animals and handed them to her, asking, "Queenie , What did you want to draw for me just now? Is there anything in it?"

Queenie bit her finger, spread out all the cards, and started rummaging through them seriously.

Soon, she found the first card and handed it to Wen Ya, it was a snowflake.

Wen Ya asked: "Snow... snowflakes? Did you just want to draw snow?"

Queenie shook her head, muttered something, and continued to search with her head down.

There were a lot of cards, and she flipped through them for a long time, while Wen Ya sat aside and watched her flip through.

After ten o'clock, Makino came down. He had just changed his clothes. He was wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms. He was so handsome and immortal that he could go directly to shoot a magazine. He stood at the door and said, "Let me take a look." Queenie."

Turning around, Wen Ya was so handsome, he smiled and waved at him and said, "We're drawing—"

The aunt teased Queenie and said, "Look who is here, you can say hello to him."

Queenie didn't raise her head, she waved her hands perfunctorily, and muttered, "Shark..."

Makino came over, exuding a clean fragrance that made people feel very comfortable and at ease. He also sat down cross-legged beside Wen Ya, and asked softly, "What are you painting?"

Wen Ya shook his head, and answered honestly: "I don't know,"

The two of them sat together, head to head watching the child seriously working there, only the round hair on top of her head could be seen.

The aunt poured water over, and Makino asked again: "What is she doing now?"

Wen Ya explained: "Choose a pattern she wants to draw."

He had nothing to do, so he found a few colored pens and painted on the paper by himself, while Makino sat aside and watched him draw.

Wen Ya's nature is natural, and he took care of his younger siblings when he was a child. When he gets along with children, his expression will soften unconsciously. He has a temperament like a Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows.

On the other hand, Queenie flipped through for a while, and finally found the card she was looking for. She held up the card and said, "Shark#￥%!"

As soon as she raised her head, she met Makino's eyes, her eyes widened suddenly, and she almost died on the spot, "!!!"

"#￥%[email protected]#!"

Makino: "!"

She talked a lot, but couldn't understand a sentence. Wen Ya took the card in her hand and asked, "Does Queenie want to draw a big shark?"

The expression on Queenie's face was mixed, like she was relieved, happy or annoyed. She raised her head and looked at Makino, and smiled as hard as she could, showing her crooked little white teeth.

Makino was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be some emotion in his eyes, then he nodded and bent his mouth towards her in relief.

Wen Ya looked at the two of them, put the two cards together, looked at them for a while, and then let out a soft "ah".

Queenie stretched out her hand towards him, Wen Ya's eyes were full of emotions, and he opened his hand naturally, hugging her small body tightly.

Long time no see, Miss Afei.

On the way back, Wen Ya and Hu Tutu sat side by side. Hu Tutu was still immersed in the shock of Ah Fei who was two years old this year. He lowered his voice and asked like a thief: "Are you sure that's Ah Fei? It's just that crooked tooth. little fat girl?"

Wen Ya laughed and said: "What crooked teeth, Afin's are deciduous teeth, and they will definitely grow back in the future. Besides, children are all chubby, and you were not that thin when you were young."

Hu Tutu didn't react too strongly to Wen Ya's personal attack, but just shook his head and said with emotion: "Then the time difference is really big...Although Ah Fei is still a mortal, he has lived for more than 900 years. , that is 20 years old...Peng Zu also lived to be [-] years old. It is said that the longer a person's lifespan, the stronger the soul. The time and place of her rebirth should be similar to ours, but she is [-] years behind us. you say--"

When Wen Ya heard about this rule for the first time, he suddenly felt uneasy and asked, "Then what will happen to me?"

Stupid: "..."

Hututu slapped himself on the mouth, telling you to talk nonsense.

Wen Ya said: "It is possible that I will fall behind in a longer period of time, maybe more than 20 years. Ah Ye will continue to wait for me, is that right?"

Confused, he said with a bitter face: "I don't know about this. We intended to let Ah Fei try this time, but we didn't expect to be able to find you at all... Before, the old Mu tried to teleport someone with a shorter lifespan. Those little things, but he didn't tell me what happened to the result..."

Wen Ya suddenly remembered the fireflies he saw in Muya Village that night a year ago, and recalled Makino's reaction that night, nodded and said, "I know, it can work, but fireflies that only live for one season, come here, or A firefly that only lives for one season, then I—”

Hu Tutu said: "You don't have to worry about this, as long as you can go back, even if your physique is not suitable for cultivation at that time, can we still make you die of old age? There are many things in the world that cut tendons and wash marrow. Not much else, the elixir and the grass are enough to give you snacks, but the worst thing is that if you really die, I can still teach you how to cultivate ghosts... Now I'm just afraid that I don't know where you will end up, oh... look That fox also knows this, so it turned out that this was his idea."

Wen Ya sighed and said, "20 years... Ah Fei is 20 years old, and he is [-] years behind you, but I can only live to be a hundred years old at best."

How many more years would he have to wait for him? 100 years? 200 years?

Changfeng, he has waited long enough.

Hu Tutu said with relief: "It doesn't count that much, but like I said before, you must work hard to live a long life."

The strength of a person's soul is like a cocoon on the soles of the feet. It has to walk through sandy roads, dirt roads, water, and mud before it becomes thick.A thick soul will not get lost, he cannot get lost, because there will be someone waiting to meet him again.

Wen Ya said, "Okay."

"No matter what monsters and ghosts come out, they must live to be a hundred years old."

"it is good."