There was a family of four. At first glance, the two adults in front were her and Tang Yizi. She and Tang Yizi held Chen'er and baby.

The family of four walked hand in hand and on the grass, and a small head was exposed behind a big tree not far behind them.

The little head frowned and looked at the family of four in front of him with resentment. The whole picture was filled with jealousy.

Moreover, there were many crosses and crosses on the portrait of the child representing Chen'er.

In some places, it may be that they tried too hard, and the forks pierced the drawing paper. It can be seen that the painter was wrong when drawing this painting. When he wanted to destroy the painting later, he was so annoyed by Chen'er.

Is this...Dazhi?

Yang Ruoqing held the drawing paper tightly with both hands, and couldn't help but think that it was the last time she sent the chopped green onion egg cake in.

Dazhi was busy and the brush he had not put in place...

Obviously, he should have been painting at that time, and what he was painting was the picture she was holding now.

Yang Ruoqing was very annoyed.

It has been six years since the child came to Changping Village since he was one year old. The child over one year old is unsteady in walking.

She helped him to walk, speak, eat and dress independently.

Teach him the principles of being a human being and the politeness of dealing with people.

This child has been weak and sick since childhood. Every time she gets sick, isn’t she so anxious that she has blisters on the corners of her mouth?

That year, he coughed and had a fever, so he stayed at Yihechun Hospital for nearly five days.

For five days, she and Tang Yizi were both wearing clothes and guarding the bed. After eating, vomiting, she ate, and patiently fed the medicine.

I wiped him and changed his clothes. I haven't returned to the village for five days, nor have I met Luo Baobao.

In the end, he was in good health, but she and Tang Yazi lost a lot of weight.

Send him to school, teach him the principles of being a human being, and plan for his future...

Although he is not a biological child, he is really regarded as his own child after six years of upbringing.

In order to come back from Cheng Chen'er, considering the sensitive personality of Dazhi, Yang Ruoqing had a good conversation with him in advance.

But this kid is still like this...

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head again to look at the drawing paper in her hand, especially when she saw the holes poking on Chen'er's portrait, her hands couldn't help trembling.

Half angry, half shocked.

...

Tuoba Xian came to Yang Ruoqing's house to pick up things, and saw Yang Ruoqing sitting in front of the desk at the window with her back facing her, motionless.

"So you are in the house? I thought there was no one in the house." Tuoba Xian said.

Yang Ruoqing still didn't move.

Tuoba Xian was surprised. Qing'er is not like this normally and is very polite to her elders.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Tuoba Xian came to the desk and saw Yang Ruoqing sitting there blankly, her face turned pale, and she ignored her questions.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Tuoba Xian asked with some concern, and felt that something was wrong with Yang Ruoqing today.

But when I changed Luo Baobao's clothes in the morning, Qing'er was still doing well.

"Mom, we parents are working so hard to pull the child, just like the old bird feeding the little bird bit by bit. What's the point?"

Yang Ruoqing did not answer Tuoba Xian’s question, but murmured on her own.

Tuoba Xian was stunned for a moment, then followed Yang Ruoqing's gaze and looked out the window.

Outside the window was a tree, and a bird's nest was built on the tree. Several birds whose eyes were not yet opened were squeezed together, with their mouths wide open, rushing to feed the old birds.

The old birds traveled one after another, and brought small insects from somewhere, feeding the birds next to Shun'er, working tirelessly.

"Whether it is these birds, lambs, or humans who are all genius,"

"I feed my children so hard and hard. Even if I am not my own, I will have feelings after a long time."

"But the little birds cannot understand the old bird's painstaking efforts, and they are jealous of each other, and they hate their brothers and sisters for a bite, thus creating a grudge."

"Mom, I suddenly felt a little confused."

Yang Ruoqing murmured.

When she was an agent in her previous life, she would just put it bluntly, just a human-shaped machine, which basically does not have much human feelings.

In this life, she was surrounded by family affection and fell into the life of this family-friendly farmer. It took her ten years to transform herself into a truly flesh-and-blooded and emotional person.

No matter in the business world or in other aspects, no matter how difficult it is, she has never been confused or powerless.

But now, she really didn't know what to do.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Tell me if you have any worries, and I'll help you figure it out." Tuoba Xian pulled a stool, sat down next to Yang Ruoqing, and said earnestly.

Yang Ruoqing's gaze finally moved back from the bird's nest. She took out a ball of wrinkled paper from her cuffs and placed it in front of Tuoba Xian.

"Mom will understand after seeing it." She said.

Tuoba Xian took the letter and spread it open. After only one look, her brows frowned.

"Who painted this? Why did the originally harmonious family poke my Chen'er like this? How much hatred is this?"

Tuoba Xian's tone was also a little unstable.

"Huh? Where is Zhi'er? Why didn't you see Zhi'er?" Tuoba Xian asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "There is a tree behind it, hiding behind it."

Tuoba Xian moved one of his fingers away and saw a crooked tree. A head poked out from behind the tree and was peering at the family of four holding hands in front of him.

Through the paper, Tuoba Xian could feel the envy and jealousy in the eyes of the voyeur.

"Where did this painting come from? Who painted it?" Tuoba Xian asked again.

A trace of majesty and anger that had not been seen for many years passed in the eldest princess' eyes.

Tuoba Xian would never give up on this painter if he dared to insult her portrait of her grandson like this and dared to paint Zhi'er so vulgar.

"I found it in Dazhi's house, and he hid it under the bed." Yang Ruoqing said.

Tuoba Xian was stunned, and his mind was blank for a moment.

When Yang Ruoqing saw Tuoba Xian's reaction, she knew that she was experiencing her previous feelings.

Shocked, furious, then stunned, and finally don’t know what to do.

Both the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were silent, sitting face to face, without saying a word.

The wrinkled paper was placed on the table, which was so dazzling and hot.

After a while, Tuoba Xian took the lead in speaking: "By the heart, we have not treated our great ambitions in the past six years."

"Especially, you and Tang Yizi treat him as if you were born. He has any baby."

"This is not perfunctory or to show it to outsiders, but to love this child sincerely."

Tuoba Xian said slowly.
Chapter completed!