Luo Baobao happily walked around the desk and came to Yang Ruoqing, blinking his bright and expectant eyes at his mother. It was completely the same as the little girl who performed well and needed a reward in the past.

Yang Ruoqing reached out and pulled Luo Baobao's arm, gently pinched it along her wrist to her shoulders, and her eyes were concentrated on her daughter for a long time.

I thought of the savage and forcibly throwing a bunch of books in front of her and asking her to learn, and did not pay attention to teaching methods.

The child was impatient, so his mother became impatient and crazy. When the chicken soup in his heart was ineffective, he began to scold him and almost launched a life attack.

She was ashamed of her previous words and deeds.

I also feel aggrieved for my daughter's endurance.

But at this moment, she was more proud and proud.

He gently hugged his daughter and put his head against her soft and warm waist.

"Thank you for your hard work in learning these things these days. You are great, and I am very happy." Yang Ruoqing murmured.

Luo Baobao looked down at the mother in front of him who was sitting on the stool but holding her waist, and opened her eyes widened in surprise.

Then she raised her hands and covered her mouth and giggled.

Yang Ruoqing looked up at her, "Why are you still laughing?"

My mother, I am rarely sensational. Can't you cooperate with me?

Luo Baobao quickly lowered his hand, put one hand on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder and the other hand on Yang Ruoqing's head.

He smiled and looked tense and deliberately said with his chin bit by bit: "Mom, why do I think our characters are reversed? You are like a child, I am like a mother, are you acting like a coquettish to me?"

Yang Ruoqing angrily glanced at her and teased herself: "Isn't your mother just a girl!"

Luo Baobao nodded and said with a serious look: "Yes, a middle-aged girl in her thirty years old, I'll understand it."

Yang Ruoqing's old face turned slightly red, she gently patted Luo Baobao's back, and emphasized in a stronger tone: "Twenty-nine and twenty-nine!"

Luo Baobao coughed, laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

"Okay, 29-year-old girl."

"By the way, I quietly learned the account book so well. What reward do you plan to give me?"

"Reward?" Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "The reward has just been given."

"I gave it?" Luo Baobao was stunned for a moment, and then shouted when he thought of something: "No, just treat it as a reward for a hug? Mom, you are too perfunctory..."

Yang Ruoqing gently pinched Luo Baobao's nose and said with a smile:

"How can I say that my mother's hug is perfunctory? How can I say the lyrics? Only mothers are good in the world. Children with mothers are treasures. If you put them in your mother's arms, you can't enjoy happiness..."

As it turns out, Baby Luo is the kind of girl who can climb to the top with her a pole.

Look, I stayed in Yang Ruoqing's house to sleep at night.

Holding Yang Ruoqing's arm, he repeated what he had done most often when he was a child.

First, she hugged Yang Ruoqing's arm and put one leg on Yang Ruoqing, and listened to Yang Ruoqing tell her the story of her childhood.

Starting from when she and Chen'er were still in the womb, they talked all the way until the previous two years before they finished.

I wonder if other mothers in the world have the same mood as Yang Ruoqing?

When the child was still holding the baby in his arms, he stared at the child for a long time when he hugged him and fed him countless times. His fingers outlined the child's eyebrows, eyes, and facial features, stroked the child's hair on the back of his head, which was slightly sparse due to sleeping in the cradle for a long time, gently pinched the child's little ears, and held it with her (his) fat hand...

At that time, what I was thinking was that I would engrave the child’s little appearance in my heart and would never forget it for the rest of my life.

What interesting things did the child do today? He would turn over and kick her. He handed her a little toy and she knew she could reach out to pick it up...

The little things that are filled with every day, you feel deeply remembered at that time, and you will definitely never forget them for the rest of your life.

But when you think about it again a few years later, many things will become blurred and forgotten when you don’t notice it.

The children have another commonality. They obviously have not yet grown up, but they always like to pester their mothers to ask about their "childhood" things. The more they say, the better they are, and they even never get tired of listening.

This made Yang Ruoqing suffer.

Every time I try to search for the things in my memory, I find that there are only a few left, so I can only pick up a few things that are extremely impressive, and it also confuses the specific age of events.

Because I feel guilty and the inventory is too small, it is inevitable that I will add fuel to the fire when it comes to what I can take out.

But the child listened with relish and asked questions repeatedly about some of the details, with a clever perspective.

It was not until she fell asleep in her childhood fun stories that Yang Ruoqing quietly wiped her sweat.

He lifted the quilt to her chest, gently touched her hair, looked at her thirteen-year-old daughter at this moment, and once again told herself that she must be engraved in her heart. When she asks her when she is twenty years old in the future, she will have the confidence to talk.

It would be great if human memory could be like the U disk. Those irrelevant things were cleaned up in time to free up more space to store the little things of these relatives around us. Unfortunately, the human brain is not a computer, and time will wipe and fade in our memory bank like an eraser. So what we can do is to cherish the present and leave no regrets.

...

There is nothing difficult in the world, only those who are determined are afraid of being interested.

Just as Luo Baobao conquered the accounting, on the other hand, with Yang Ruoqing's perseverance, the fishing line that was scattered finally changed.

An unexpected fish was hooked and brought out of the water. Even the bad things he did were exposed to the sun, accepting the scorching sun and the condemnation of the villagers.

When the 'respective' hat slips off the top of his head, he will be greeted with endless spit and legal sanctions.

On the drying yard at the south end of Changping Village, the villagers of Changping Village and Lijia Village who came to see the bustling city were surrounded by water.

On the ground in the middle of the drying yard was a half-person-high iron cage, and there was a person inside it.

The man curled up inside, holding his head with his hands, rotten vegetables, rotten eggs, saliva, and even small stones hit him from all directions.

Some villagers had accurate techniques, and the "hidden weapon" penetrated through the gap half-width of the iron bars of the iron cage and hit the person inside.

Whenever it was hit, cheers and applause sounded in the crowd, and people whistled and raised the atmosphere.

Some villagers didn't hit the tricks, but they were not discouraged. Then they did it again, if they didn't hit twice or three times, they would always hit it.

Faced with these villagers who were jealous of evil, the two villages were getting together and were helpless.

At this time, any dissuasion is useless. You can only let these villagers vent their lives on the premise of ensuring that no one can die. Who made the cage lock a murderer?
Chapter completed!