Battle in Changsha in the Qingming Festival

Moving the doll, attracting Mao Mao's attention, he didn't stop until he saw his eyes light up, "Are you Mao Mao?"

Maomao nodded, and replied timidly, "Yeah."

She opened her eyes, and Mao Mao's small figure was reflected in her eyes, "At that moment, you follow Auntie, and go to Auntie's house for two days, okay?"

Mao Mao didn't speak, she stroked his soft hair, looked at him, and asked earnestly, "Maomao, what do you think? Auntie's family has two little brothers who look exactly the same, they can play with you."

Maomao played with her soft fingers, blinked her naive and ignorant eyes, and looked forward to it, "Is it really the same?"

"Yes, Auntie won't lie to you." Sheng Qili further assured her, her bright and warm voice was mixed with convincing strength.

"OK then."

Sheng Qili hugged his small body, and said lovingly: "Maomao, you're so good!"

Holding Maomao by the hand, he patted on the vermilion gate, and it was Grandma Hu who opened the door.

Sheng Yunchang and Sheng Yunsha are already two years old, they are chasing me in the yard, I am chasing you and playing, seeing my aunt, two little guys ran over, grabbed her legs, raised their heads, grandma cried childishly.

"aunt!"

"aunt!"

Maomao looked at the two identical little radish heads with big clean and bright eyes.

Sheng Yunsha was the first to see Maomao, he approached Maomao with small steps, stretched out his fleshy little hand, held Maomao, pouted, "Little brother, let's play together."

Maomao didn't speak, just nodded.

"Grandma Hu, where are Xiangxiang and Chengzhi?"

Grandma Hu looked at the three children playing around. If they were still safe and sound, they would be as old as that child.

"They went out to buy things, let me come over and help take care of these two little boys."

She looked left and right, but saw no one except the women working, "What about Miss Xiangjun?"

"She's here too, in the house."

Sheng Qili's eyes flashed, and she frowned, "Then should I take Mao Mao out for a while?"

Grandma Hu knew what she meant, and waved her hand, "No, Mr. Xiang is much better now, and he won't casually think that the child is safe."

"Good thing, if this goes on, sister Xiangjun will definitely come out." She also hopes that Hu Xiangjun will recover soon.

"What happened to that child?"

"You said Maomao, his parents passed away, and he was taken back to the hospital by the nurse. The director said that the orphanage is still under renovation, so let me take him home for two days."

After chatting with Grandma Hu's for a while and asking her to take care of the three children, Sheng Qili got up and went back to her room.

Hu Xiangjun did needlework in the house for most of the day, and when he was a little tired, he went out to breathe fresh air.

The three children were still circling around the stone table, their silver bell-like laughter beating Hu Xiangjun's heart.

The expression was in a trance, and Ping An used to like to run around the table, turning around while running, and shouting: "Mom, come and chase me!"

Ping An is so strong. If she runs in a hurry, she won't cry when she falls to the ground. She just gets up by herself, and remembers to pat the dust on her clothes.

"By the way, where is my peace? Where is my peace?" Repeated hysteria.

Hu Xiangjun looked around.

Coincidentally, Mao Mao was tired from running, so she stopped, with a red face, tilted her head, and stared curiously at her aunt not far away.

Hu Xiangjun also looked at Maomao.

Yes, Ping An was tired from running, and that's how she looked at her.

Back safely!

Hu Xiangjun put on a long-lost smile, stumbled, ran over, hugged Mao Mao, kissed Mao Mao's tender cheek, and said hurriedly, "Peace, you are back, mom misses you so much!"

Maomao let her hold her and didn't speak.

"Ping An, I am mother, don't you know me?"

Hu Xiangjun hugged Maomao and did not let go, "Ping An, be good. After saying goodbye to my aunt, uncle, and Aunt Sheng, Mom will bring Ping An home! Mom has made a lot of new clothes, and I will wear them when Ping An returns home."

Hu's grandma, Sheng Qili, Sheng Chengzhi, and Hu Xiangxiang all looked at each other in dismay.

Send them away, each back to the room.

Coaxing Sheng Yunchang and Sheng Yunsha to sleep, Hu Xiangxiang sat by the bed and sulked.

Sheng Chengzhi covered the two little guys with blankets, "Xiangxiang, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Xiangxiang twisted the quilt and didn't want to talk to him. Sheng Chengzhi sat down with a shy smile, "Xiangxiang, tell me why you are unhappy."

Hu Xiangxiang shook off his hand and said anxiously, "If there is no Mao Mao, how could my sister get sick again!"

Sheng Chengzhi's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he didn't hold her hand again. Although she didn't mention Sheng Qili directly, she was still angry with Sheng Qili after all.

He panicked in his heart and couldn't breathe, "Xiangxiang, it's none of Maomao's business, who would have known grandma and the others were here today."

Hu Xiangxiang is just making trouble for no reason anyway, she can't spread her anger on others, she can always point it at Sheng Chengzhi, "Anyway, my sister is not well, and it's because of us, tell me, how can I explain to my brother-in-law."

"In this way, it's not bad."

"What do you mean?" She looked at Sheng Chengzhi, not understanding why he said that.

Sheng Chengzhi slipped on his shoes, went to bed, and turned his back to Hu Xiangxiang, "With Mao Mao, we can leave Yun Chang for now, I just don't want to part with my son."

Hu Xiangxiang acquiesced to his words, the child was two years old, she was pregnant in October, and she fell from her baby, and she couldn't let go of it.

"Sheng Chengzhi, if you say that, you are breaking the agreement!"

He turned to face her and pulled her onto the bed, "I didn't say break the contract, didn't I say for the time being, oh, don't worry about it, let's see when the time comes, let's not mention this matter, it's late at night, Now we have to work hard to give Yunchang and Yunsha a younger sister."

Hu Xiangxiang was crushed under him, struggled, blushed, "No one is serious!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, and wake up the child later."

sweet birthday

The Sheng family didn't have any relatives in Changsha, and the aristocratic family they had been friends with in the past either took advantage of the fire and fled Changsha, or they disappeared after the Wenxi fire, and they were never seen again.

Today is Sheng Qili's birthday, if Sheng Chengzhi hadn't kept reminding her, she might have forgotten how special today is.

Not many people came, just the Hu family and some colleagues in the hospital.

Most of them are familiar people. Hu Xiangxiang didn't force herself to greet the guests with the attitude of the host. She is the host who can't be idle. She struggled for a long time, and let the children play freely in the yard, and kept walking towards the kitchen. go.

Sheng Qili is the birthday star, she doesn't need to intervene at all, the workers and cooks hired by the mansion will take care of everything properly.

Autumn is coming, neither hot nor cold, it is a good weather for hiking, if there is no artillery attack, it will be even better.

The fallen leaves in a courtyard had been swept away early in the morning, and the grayish-white ground that had been buried all night was uncovered.

Mao Mao became more lively, happily chasing the twins of the Sheng family, when she ran to her side, her soft little hands pulled her up, and starlight bloomed in the dark eyes, "Aunt Sheng, happy birthday!"

Sheng Qili was in a trance for a moment, her smile was mixed with a child's unreal sadness, Maomao should be Maomao, and Ping An is only Ping An, but now they are in chaos.

She touched Mao Mao's sweaty head from running, "Ping An is so good!"

Maomao nodded, he seemed to be adapting well, and also regarded himself as Xue Pingan, calling Hu Xiangjun his mother and Xue Junshan his father.

Not to be outdone, the twins rushed to Sheng Qili's feet, hugged her feet, blinked their big watery eyes, and said in unison: "Auntie, happy birthday!"

Sheng Qili knelt down and kissed their pink cheeks one by one, "They are all good boys." Then she pushed her hand, "You guys, go and play!"

The three little radish-headed children said sweetly, "Okay!"

She approached Sheng Chengzhi who was chatting happily with Hu Changning and the doctors in small steps, and said softly, "Chengzhi, come here first."

Sheng Chengzhi apologized, got up, and walked out with Sheng Qili.

Stopping in a quiet place, he asked, "Sister, what do you want from me?"

"Everyone is here, let's invite the guests to their seats!"

Unexpectedly, Sheng Chengzhi shook his head profoundly, looked at her carefully for a while, and then said, "There is still one person missing."

Sheng Qili didn't know what kind of medicine he bought in the gourd. Although she didn't understand, she didn't ask who was missing. Anyway, all the people she invited had arrived, and maybe Sheng Chengzhi's business friends were missing. She was not curious, but just looked calm, "Oh .”

Sheng Chengzhi looked at the sky, "It should be soon, sister, when someone comes later, please help me to greet him."

She had nothing to do, so she agreed.

Deliberately folded hands and leaned against the big tree close to the gate, so as not to miss the sound of knocking on the door.

After standing there for a few minutes, she really heard regular knocks on the door. Without thinking too much, she stood up straight and slowly approached her destination.

The concierge was clever, and opened the door very quickly. As the gap in the door widened, the figure standing against the light behind the door became clearer, and Sheng Qili's calm and smiling face became more and more clear as the handsome face of the visitor gradually became clearer. The more exciting, and at the same time draw the most beautiful makeup.

Gu Qingming folded his hands behind his back, his eyes looked like the bright star sea full of stars in the sky, he stared intently at the person who was quietly waiting for him, his sight was like a hook, catching her warm gaze like late spring, a smile hung in the coldness of melting ice and snow On the face, still with his hands behind his back, he walked towards the charming woman step by step, then stretched out his arms and wrapped them around tightly, as if he owned the whole world at this moment.

Sheng Qili closed her eyes, leaned against his wide enough warm arms, curled up her mouth, and enjoyed the whole universe he could give.

Gu Qingming let out a long breath, rubbed his chin lightly on the side of her neck, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Happy birthday." Every word carried the weight from the deepest part of his heart.

The concierge stared at them in a daze, the young lady and the officer...

After being tired of sweetness for a while, they finally broke up.