Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Sure enough, when he entered the living room, he saw Xing Ce was sitting on the sofa with his little baby in his arms, staring.

"Hey, you're back, then, then I'll go to work quickly! This little thing is for you!" Seeing Jiang Song relieved, Xing Ce stuffed the little lump into his hand, "Mr. There are so many things!"

The soft baby was still moving around, Jiang Song quickly grabbed him with his left hand, looked at Xing Ce, "What do you mean? Why did your son come here?"

"What else, what do you mean? My mother touched her leg in the morning, and my daughter-in-law followed her to the hospital. No one at home cares about him." Xing Ce pointed to the stroller next to the sofa. It's all milk powder and diapers.

Jiang Song was a little anxious when he heard that, "Where did my aunt meet? Is there an expert number at the hospital?"

"This matter is not a big problem, it's all arranged, don't worry, just take care of yourself and this little one." Xing Ce disappeared from the door of the house in a flash with a file bag and notebook up.

Jiang Song looked at the little baby in his arms, and it was like a dream back to more than 20 years ago.

At that time, Gu Changxi was only a little that big, a warm little meat ball, and it was clinging to people with milk.

The little thing didn't admit that he was born, and hugged Jiang Song's neck with his little hands, "Ji——"

Jiang Song actually doesn't like the faint milky smell on the child, but now he can only bite the bullet and hug him.

Was Gu Changxi also smelly like this when he was a child?How could he not remember.

He always felt that Gu Changzheng had a milk fragrance since he was a child. When he was a child, he used the same shower gel as him every day, which was the sweet fragrance of English pears.

Now the smell on his body is cold and clean, and it smells clean and pleasant.

Tsk, Jiang Song looked at the little baby in his arms who spat out blisters.

It turns out that not all children are as cute as Gu Changxi when he was a child.

Thinking of this, he saw a figure flashing slowly in the corridor.

Is Gu Changxi at home?

Jiang Song was hungry on reflex.

The little baby in his arms reacted a bit slowly, as if he finally realized that his father was gone, pursed his mouth and started whining, "Bah————"

Jiang Song was only eight or nine years old when he coaxed a baby last time, and now he is over 28 or nine years old.

He couldn't remember how to deal with it at all, so he could only hug him stiffly, "Don't cry, you will become ugly if you cry again."

The little baby looked at him in horror, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Ah, he remembered a little bit, Gu Changzhen didn't like to cry when he was a child.

As long as he hugs him, he will be happy and silly, nibbling his fingers with milk teeth, and then nibbling his wrist, as if he can eat enough.

Jiang Song scratched the tip of his nose, and he could "giggle" for a long time.

It's really coaxing, not like now.

Jiang Song had one hand disabled, was hungry and tired, and was still in pain, and now he was about to be deaf from the baby crying.

Using plaster hands to fix the writhing baby in his arms, he dug out a thermos bottle from a pile of miscellaneous things.

"Drink this?" Jiang Song handed the bottle to his mouth.

"Ah woo woo..."

Jiang Song touched his diaper again, it was clean.

He had no choice but to lean back and spread out on the sofa.

Cry, he wants to cry too.

cry together.

The little baby stopped crying unexpectedly, lying on his chest, the crystal clear saliva was about to drip down.

Jiang Song took a handkerchief quickly and put it on. Although the saliva was caught, it took too much energy to put it on, and he didn't want to move at all after putting it on.

When Gu Changxi entered the living room, he saw such a scene: Jiang Song had a baby on his belly, and he was slobbering at Jiang Song with a smirk.

In his opinion, Jiang Song was not at all unhappy, and even looked at the baby very gently.

Seeing Gu Changzhen, Jiang Song raised his upper body a bit as if returning to the past, "Is there any food at home?"

Gu Changxi gave him a complicated look, "What? Am I Mr. Jiang's nanny?"

Jiang Song's flashback was over, and he leaned back on the sofa and pinched the baby's little hand, "What should I do? Your father threw you to me, but uncle is going to starve to death now."

He added another sentence, "Hungry makes my stomach hurt."

Gu Changxi disappeared in the living room without a sound.

Jiang Song sighed at the little baby, "Your brother was sensible when he was young, and he didn't know that he would become such a virtue when he grew up. You can't learn from him."

The baby bit the pacifier and happily "cuckooed" twice.

Jiang Song was so hungry that he carried the baby to the restaurant to look for food.

Without any hope, he lifted the lid of the incubator, and there was actually a bucket of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and a plate of Soviet-style jade belt cake sitting inside.

It seems like a long time ago that I didn't have a sweet tooth.

Jiang Song brought snacks, porridge and baby to the dining table, and ate happily.

The porridge is soft, rotten and salty, and there is not much meat and preserved eggs, but it is very flavorful.

The green vegetables inside are still very fresh, and it looks like it has just been cut in.

"Where there is food, there is food. If you have to talk about nanny..." Jiang Song blew a mouthful of porridge to warm it, and stuffed it into his mouth contentedly.

With something in his stomach, the feeling of emptiness subsided immediately, replaced by a warm sense of security.

The little baby on the table saw him happy, and danced happily, "Kiss—kiss—"

Jiang Song was full, so he leaned over and let him kiss him.

"Bang!" There was a sudden loud slam of the door behind him, startling both Jiang Song and the little baby.

Seeing the kid grinning, Jiang Song immediately touched his little bald head, "It's okay, it's okay, brother is going out, don't be afraid."

The little baby's jaw trembled a few times, and with tears in his mouth, he smiled at him.

Jiang Song couldn't help but sighed.

Gu Changxi was so cute when he was very young.

He spoke much earlier than ordinary children, often pulling Jiang Song's hair and shouting "brother" and "Susu".

I remember that one summer, Jiang Song sat on the jujube sofa in the teacher's house and ate watermelon after practicing calligraphy.

Little Gu Changxi must sit on his lap, "Brother~"

Jiang Song picked him up.

He recited to Jiang Song's watermelon: "Guagua, ah—"

Jiang Song picked a small piece of seedless watermelon and fed it to him.

The little boy clicked his mouth twice, and hugged Jiang Song very enthusiastically, "Mom—ah—"

"..." Jiang Song lifted him up and taught him sternly, "I'm not your mother or brother, but uncle, uncle—uncle."

The little thing arched towards his chest, "Susu~"

Juice rubbed all over, Jiang Song didn't mind.

But the little boy tickled him so much that he wanted to laugh all the time.

Gu Xiuyuan, on the other hand, shook his fan and kept sighing.

His face looked a bit old, with deep eye bags and wrinkles.

Jiang Song probably knew that something happened in his family a while ago, but he didn't know the details, so he asked concerned: "Teacher, did something happen at home?"

At that time, Jiang Song was only in his teens, Gu Xiuyuan didn't want to tell him at first, but he was really worried in his heart.

"The child's parents are gone." Gu Xiuyuan whispered.

The cub, who didn't know the sorrow in his arms, had already fallen asleep holding Jiang Song's hair.

The round lips are pouted, like pink flower buds.

His soft cheeks were pressed against Jiang Song's chest, not knowing what sweet dreams he was having.

Jiang Song didn't know what to say to comfort the teacher for a while.

"I said a long time ago that my daughter-in-law is not in good condition, so I should take her to the hospital, but he didn't listen. As a result, she fell ill on the highway and wanted to take his steering wheel, and got under the truck in one fell swoop... "Gu Xiuyuan couldn't continue, and covered his face full of dimples, "You're a sinner!"

Jiang Song asked him cautiously: "What's wrong with Auntie?"

"I don't understand, it's probably a kind of hysteria." In that summer, Gu Xiuyuan's voice was old and tired.