Xueba looks at me with more loving eyes

Wen Mian has been living alone for two years, living a very sloppy life every day, anyway, most of the time is spent in school, there is no need to prepare brunch, and dinner is occasionally settled in the cafeteria.

After returning home, he lay in bed playing mobile games and sitting in front of the computer playing online games. The only things that required some effort were winter and summer vacations and weekends and weekends.

But now there is an extra child in the family, a child of three and a half years old.

Wen Mian found that he thought the problem too simply.

Usually at this time, he has already made do with instant noodles, but now he is still waiting for the takeaway.

He thought about it, washed the rice first, put it in the rice cooker, and waited until the vegetables were fried, the rice should be just cooked.

During the whole process, the children stood timidly at the entrance of the kitchen, watching his operation curiously.

"Look, I don't know how to cook faster, let's watch TV for a while." Wen Mian took the child's hand, walked to the sofa, and turned on the TV.

"What a big TV." The child exclaimed.

Really a kid from ten years ago.Wen Mian glanced at him, all the child's behaviors confirmed that he really traveled from the past.

When Wen Mian thought that there was a 90.00% chance that this child was Gu Zhiyuan when he was young, he couldn't help but shudder. He decided to give little Gu Zhiyuan a good hand and let him experience the future world.

"Is there anything on TV you want to watch?" Wen Mian then asked, but it was presumably watching cartoons.

Sure enough, little Gu Zhiyuan reported the name of a cartoon, and Wen Mian turned on the TV for a long time, but nothing came out at all.

and many more.

He remembered that his grandma didn't understand Internet TV, so he used digital TV all the time. After his grandma passed away last year, he directly canceled the digital TV.

"..."

"I don't want to watch TV anymore." Little Gu Zhiyuan immediately sensed Wen Mian's predicament, he was as caring as a little padded jacket.

Wen Mian turned off the TV, grabbed little Gu Zhiyuan's hand and rushed into the bedroom, turned on the computer, and found him the cartoon he wanted to watch.

"Just watch it here." Wen Mian was still wondering whether Gu Zhiyuan would have the memory of Gu Zhiyuan who was three and a half years old, but now it seems that it is better to forget it.

It's better not to have, no, there must not be.

Wen Mian finally arranged for the child, he walked out of his bedroom, his phone kept jumping, it was a message sent to him by a friend in the game, calling him wildly, why is he still not online.

Wen Mian typed three words impatiently: Retired!

He set the message to Do Not Disturb, and the world was finally quiet.

Just at this time, the vegetables he bought also arrived. Wen Mian brought the vegetables in, fried a cabbage casually, put the cooked meat on a plate, and finally put the rice on the table.

"Gu Zhi...Yuan, it's time to eat!" Wen Mian still felt that the name irritated his tongue.

The child trotted out, watching Wen Mian sit down, and he himself sat opposite to Wen Mian.

"Let me discuss something with you, do you have a nickname." Wen Mian thought about changing his name.

"Mom calls me Xiaoyuan." The child was excited.

"That's fine, I'll call you Gu Xiaoyuan from now on." This name is much more pleasing to the ear than Gu Zhiyuan.

Wen Mian put the meat in front of Gu Xiaoyuan, but the child stretched out his chopsticks and picked up the cabbage that was farther away from him. Wen Mian picked up some meat for him: "I didn't make it myself, I bought it outside, it won't taste bad Go there and don't be picky eaters."

Oh, is he saying that his own food tastes terrible?

Wen Mian thinks this is very bad, why does he always beat himself subconsciously.

"No, green vegetables are delicious when I eat them." Gu Xiaoyuan immersed himself in the rice.

Wen Mian didn't know that Gu Zhiyuan was a guy who liked to eat vegetables but not meat. He just opened his mouth to say something, but in a flash, he realized it.

Milk...TV...dinner.

"Xiao Yuan." Wen Mian put down her chopsticks and corrected the child's wrong thoughts.

Gu Xiaoyuan raised his head, half of his face was covered by the big rice bowl, leaving only a pair of big black eyes outside.

"My brother's family is not poor." He finally knew where the problem was.

It must be because the appearance of the bare walls in his house frightened the children, and the TV at the back couldn’t be turned on because he didn’t pay the fee, and he had to let him go back and forth to drink milk, and there were only two dishes on the dinner table.

"I, I know." Gu Xiaoyuan looked at Wen Mian's stubborn look, and decided not to expose him.

No, you don't know.

Wen Mian twitched the corners of her mouth, she couldn't explain it clearly.

Wen Mian thought about it, gave up, forget it, if he is lucky, this guy will definitely go back, if he is unlucky... then he will understand after getting along slowly.

Maybe.

After eating, Wen Mian cleaned up the dishes, washed the dishes, and walked out of the kitchen. It was not too early, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. He remembered that he would go to bed at eight o'clock when he was a child.

"Come take a shower." Wen Mian took her clothes, and then found a new problem.

...what about the child's clothes.

God!

Wen Mian almost hugged her head to the sky and screamed.

He did have clothes when he was a child, but after pressing for so long, they were crumpled and had a musty smell, so he couldn't wear them at all. He had to go out and buy clothes for the children tomorrow.

Wen Mian urgently wrote a memo on the phone.

If I had known that I would not go to the supermarket today, I would not have met Gu Xiaoyuan after eating instant noodles, and if I hadn’t met Gu Xiaoyuan, he would not have brought him home, and he would not have had to cook for him or give him the computer , and will not miss the game, and now there is no need to worry about clothes.

Wenmian's soul is out of the body.

"Brother, I, I'll be fine in this dress." Gu Xiaoyuan stood in front of him, the warm light fell on his face, his beautiful black eyes shone softly under the light, a child She looks cute and pink, her voice is soft and waxy, caring and well-behaved.

If he didn't go to the supermarket today, the child in front of him would be scolded by the cashier, and he couldn't wait for his mother. He would be taken to the police station and found to be a person from time travel, and he might be taken for autopsy.

Well, you can stop your wild imagination.

Wen Mian squatted down, gently reached out and pinched the child's hand.

Small and soft as a cotton candy.

"That can't be done, it smells like sweat, you have to sleep with me at night, I hate it." Wen Mian resumed his usual tone, he picked up the child, and found a pair of short sleeves with the smallest shape.

He took off the baby, put it under the shower and rinsed it a little bit, Gu Xiaoyuan didn't move, so it was convenient for him to take a bath.

Wen Mian washed both of them and put on their clothes. There was no other way for them to wear underwear, so they could only wear it for one more day.

"I thought you would wear crotch pants." Wen Mian touched her chin.

"I'm already a big kid!" Gu Xiaoyuan seemed very persistent in this matter, he had just finished taking a shower, and his face was still flushed.

He was going to go to kindergarten in the second half of the year, how could he still be wearing crotch pants!

"Yeah." Wen Mian nodded in agreement absent-mindedly.

He had already thrown his clothes into the washing machine before taking a shower, and they were about to be dried soon. He hung them on the balcony before going to bed, and they would be dry tomorrow morning.

Wen Mian asked Gu Xiaoyuan to go to bed first, thinking in his heart whether he should take out the collected quilt to dry in the sun, and tidy up a bedroom for Gu Xiaoyuan.

I have to buy some clothes for the kids. It’s going to be autumn soon, and I have to buy two spring and autumn coats. The food at home is gone, so I have to buy some new ones. The nearby supermarket is unlucky, so he is embarrassed to go. , run a little further to the supermarket.

I have to go to class on Monday. Is it okay for the child to stay at home alone?

Wen Mian was calculating in his mind what he was going to do next, until the washing machine beeped, and he woke up from the calculation with a confused look on his face.

Wait, why did he already become a baby daddy so naturally, and even take care of the rest.

Tomorrow, tomorrow he will definitely take the child to Qingchuan Road, and send him back to 2006!

He stood up, dropped his phone, took all the clothes out of the washing machine, and dried them one by one.

I don’t even have a pair of short sleeves, just in case I still have to buy clothes for the child, even if the food is not for Gu Xiaoyuan, he still has to eat it, right? If he really can’t go back, lunch has to be prepared in the morning on Monday , Just bring two copies of dinner back from school.

"..."

Wen Mian turned the pole to dry clothes to earn the highest points.

Why did things go back to the original point.

Wen Mian pulled his face expressionlessly, he had never realized that he was such a mother-in-law before.

Wen Mian told herself in her heart: You must be yourself, be yourself, and don't be led away from the rhythm by children.

He walked into the bedroom, and Gu Xiaoyuan was sitting on the bed, pulling the baggy clothes that didn't fit him very hard, looking like a poor child who was stuffed into a sack.

"Do you still think I'm short?" Wen Mian couldn't restrain himself, couldn't restrain himself at all, he sneered completely subconsciously.

Gu Xiaoyuan raised his wrinkled little face, and said word by word: "I will definitely grow taller than you in the future!"

"Just because you don't drink milk." Wen Mian also went to bed.

He likes a big bed, and there is a double bed in the bedroom. No matter how bad his sleeping posture is at night, he will not roll off. Now it is more than enough for a child.

"I'll drink it when I get home." Gu Xiaoyuan said in a low voice.

Take a nap.

"That can't be done. If something like milk is cut off for a day, the effect will be greatly reduced. I will drink the milk tomorrow. I still have the 1000 yuan compensation from the supermarket." Wen Mian reflected on himself for two seconds. Why did he indirectly Admit that you are poor.

Gu Xiaoyuan's expression was extremely struggling when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard the second sentence, his whole body opened up, and the child happily responded and nodded.

Wen Mian lay down, about 30 seconds later, he opened his eyes in shock, turned on his phone and checked the time.

20: 13.

He stared at the time above.

Even when he was in school, he never went to bed so early, let alone it's Friday!

In the 21st century, how can there still be young people who don't stay up until two o'clock and go to bed!

No, he has to play mobile phone and play online games, Gu Xiaoyuan was awakened just as he touched the mobile phone.

"Brother, it's so late, don't you want to sleep?" Gu Xiaoyuan asked innocently.

It doesn't matter, bear with it, you have to set a good example for your children. If Gu Zhiyuan has a memory, he can't let Gu Zhiyuan see him playing games late at night regardless of his three-year-old child. He will go shopping for vegetables and clothes tomorrow, try To send the child back to 2006...

Wen Mian put down her phone and closed her eyes, but if she went to bed so early, she would definitely suffer from insomnia.

"Brother, are you asleep?" After 10 minutes, Gu Xiaoyuan asked in a low voice, he stretched out his hand and pushed Wen Mian, but Wen Mian didn't respond at all.

already asleep.

Gu Xiaoyuan shrank his head into the quilt, he doesn't want to be a hero at all now, he just wants to see his mother.

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The author has something to say:

Da Gu, who lives in Wen Mian's imagination, can finally appear in the next chapter (clench fist)