[BL, MTL] After Two Lifetimes I Was Reborn Back Inside A Book

Chapter 101

"Qian Min did his homework in the morning, but he didn't come out." He Yanfeng avoided the heavy and said lightly, "Let's go out for a walk and see your house open, so let's visit."

"Well." Yang Si didn't notice anything strange. Her pregnant and slightly fat face smiled softly: "Our two families are really predestined. The children are playing together well, and now they have become neighbors."

Yang Yun's eyes fell on Yang Si's stomach, paused for a moment and asked, "You are seven months old now. How do you feel?"

"It's a little noisy." Yang Si lowered his eyes and touched his stomach and said with a smile, "It was quiet when he was pregnant with a minister. Unlike his brother, this child didn't know if it would be a little troublemaker."

"It's a little trick." Jiang Zhuo washed the fruit, put it on the table, and smiled at He Yanfeng and his wife: "Eat some fruit, make fun."

"Yes." Yang Si took Jiang Chen's hand and smiled, "The eldest son is sensible, the youngest daughter is noisy, and my wish of a son and a daughter is fulfilled."

He Yanfeng took Yang Yun's hand, pressed it quietly, and smiled, "I already know it's my daughter?"

"I don't know." Yang Si shook his head with a smile: "It's just that we already have a minister, so I want to have a daughter. My minister has always hoped to have a sister."

"Boys are also good." Jiang Zhuo comforted Yang Si's stomach and said to her, "What about a boy later?" Don't say that in front of the child.

Yang Si laughed and said, "I'm still in my stomach. What can I hear?"

"This is fetal education." Jiang Zhuo adhered to his own trick very much. He crossed Yang Si and grabbed Jiang Chen's hand. "Come on, son, tell your brother or sister quickly that you like boys and girls."

Jiang Chen had no choice but to put his hand on Yang Si's stomach by Jiang Zhuo. Suddenly, he felt a small beating. His eyes lit up and touched it gently. Yang Si smiled and said, "Every time you touch your mother's belly, it seems that she can feel you. It seems that she really likes my brother."

"Every time I touch it, there is nothing." Jiang Zhuo said jealously, "Don't you like Dad?"

"Move moved!" Yang Si turned his head and looked at Jiang Zhuo: "Do you feel it?"

"I feel it." Jiang Zhuo immediately laughed, "It seems that he likes Dad too."

The hands of the family of three were put together at the same time, and their eyes were full of soft smiles looking forward to a new life. Yang Yun hid the sadness in his eyes and grabbed He Yanfeng's hand.

After going back, Yang Yun was often absent-ined. He Yanfeng knew the reason and let her be quiet.

Next to the hot spring in the courtyard, there were several chairs and a tea table. Yang Yun looked in one direction fascinatedly. The tea on the stove was boiling, and the smoke curled up, and she didn't notice it.

He Qianjian's eyes flashed slightly. He went to Yang Yun and sat down. He took the teacup and poured a cup of tea, and put it at Yang Yun's hand: "Mom, take a drink of tea."

Yang Yun recovered and saw a trace of loss in He Qianjian's eyes. She pulled up the corners of her mouth and smiled and said, "I don't want to drink it now. Drink it yourself."

"Are you unhappy?" He Qianjian took a sip of tea by himself and said in a caring tone: "I don't seem to be in a good mood when I see you came back in the morning."

Yang Yun looked away from his eyes and smiled, "Mom, there's nothing to be unhappy about you, but you. How are you feeling in the past few days?"

He Qianjian clenched his hand of the teacup, lowered his head covertly, and smiled bitterly, "I don't know. I'm very confused. I don't know what to do. I never thought this would happen."

Yang Yun squeezed his lips and raised his hand to touch his head, but somehow stopped in mid-air. She withdrew her hand and said, "It's normal to know that this matter is difficult to accept. Just take it slowly after a while."

"Mom." He Qianjian looked up and said, "Can I not go back to Jiang's house?" I don't know Jiang Chen's parents at all, and I've never seen them. All I know is that your father and I'm my parents. I just want to recognize you. Don't let me go to the Jiang family, okay?

Yang Yun's heart seemed to be pulled by something, and the smile on his face barely faded.

If He Qianjian has always had this idea and doesn't want to go to the Jiang family at all, what about Jiang Chen? Doesn't he want to go back to the He family at all, so he thinks about the parents of the Jiang family everywhere, wants to postpone the time to tell Yang Yunjiang Zhuo the truth, and then is completely different from the parents of the Jiang family and He Yanfeng for her.

Yang Yun was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking. He Qianjian frowned, and his eyes were impatient and anxious. Before Yang Yun looked over, he changed to worry, "What's wrong with you? What are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Yang Yunping looked at He Qianjian. His face with a gentle smile was expressionless, and his voice seemed to be a little colder: "Qian Jian, your identity with your subjects has been misaligned for 18 years. In the past 18 years, our families have missed a lot of things. It's not only that I want to make up for my ministers, but I want to wait until your biological parents know your identity. I will also want to make up for you like me. I know it may be difficult for you to accept this reality now, but I hope you can think about your biological parents and give them a chance to make up for you.

"But in my opinion, you and my father are my biological parents." He Qianjian squatted down, lay on Yang Yun's lap, and looked up at her: "Mom, I just want to be your father's son, not the son of the Jiang family."

Yang Yun lowered her eyes. He Qianjian in front of him seemed to coincide with the picture of Jiang Chen smiling softly stroke Yang Si's belly. She squeezed her lower lip and gently pushed away He Qianjian's hand: "Qian Jian, this matter can't be changed. You and your ministers must return to their original position. Your father and grandpa are right. You are already an adult. It's a matter of getting home sooner or later. You just think you should leave home early."

"But..."

"Can you keep mom quiet for a while?" Yang Yun gently rubbed He Qianjian's head: "Mom really wants to stay alone for a while now."

He Qianjian swallowed his words. He lowered his eyes and restrained the gloomyness in his eyes. He nodded and got up and said, "Then I'll go out for a walk. Don't catch a cold alone."

Yang Yun was warm in his heart and smiled and said, "You should also add a dress before going out. Although it's warmer than home, it's still easy to catch a cold if you don't pay attention."

"I see."

Walking out of the courtyard, He Qianjian's obedient smile disappeared in an instant. He grabbed the door frame and sank his face and looked around the original country buildings, making his face even more ugly.

"You are the second brother of the He family, aren't you?" When the passing peasant woman saw He Qianjian, she pointed in the direction with a smile: "Your brother and sister have gone there to play. Are you going to see them?"

He Qianjian adjusted his expression, and his face was still a little ugly, but in front of such a peasant woman, he was too lazy to pretend, "I won't go to them."

"Don't you go to them?" Seeing that he didn't look well, the peasant woman said enthusiastically, "Would you like to sit down at my aunt's house?" There are a lot of delicious food in your aunt's house. You children in the city should have never eaten them. The child in front of Xiaojiang's family is about the age of you, especially likes to eat his aunt's frozen sticky bean buns. Do you also take some?"

Originally, when he heard the front, He Qianjian still wanted to refuse, but after hearing that Jiang Chen loved to eat, he agreed.

The peasant woman was enthusiastic and generous. After leading He Qianjian into the door, she took a bowl and filled him a large bowl of frozen sticky bean buns. When she handed it over to him, she smiled and said, "You can take this bowl back like this. Just send it to your aunt's house after eating."

He Qianjian looked at the bowl with a gap in his hand and some yellow. He shrank his hand with disgust and finally took it over.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The peasant woman waved her hand: "You children are just polite. Go and play."

He Qianjian took a bowl out of the farmer's house and picked up a piece and took a bite at will. Unexpectedly, he knocked his teeth. He bahed, covered his mouth and threw away the sticky bean bun in his hand.

"You waste food."

I don't know where a runny child came out of the corner, pointed his fingers to He Qianjian, but looked at the sticky bean buns in the grass.

He Qianjian glanced through the child's dirty clothes and turned around to leave.

"You can't leave. If you lose what you eat, you can't lose what you eat." The little boy grabbed He Qianjian's clothes and handed the picked up sticky bean bag to He Qianjian: "This is yours."

"What's none of your business?" He Qianjian pulled out his clothes: "Go away and mind your own business."

The little boy grabbed He Qianjian again: "Don't leave."

He Qianjian's face sank: "Don't think I don't hit children."

The little boy shrank his neck and grabbed his hand but did not let go.

He Qianjian stared at the little boy for a few seconds. Suddenly, he smiled vaguely and raised the bowl in his hand: "Want to eat?"

The little boy sucked his nose and nodded honestly.

"You can also eat if you want to eat." He Qianjian picked up a hard sticky bean bun with cold, threw it to the little boy and said, "Stand in front of you."

The little boy took a few steps obediently, "A little further forward."

"Okay, stop." He Qianjian smiled, shook the sticky bean bun in his hand and said, "You just stand there. I threw it over. It's yours when I get it."

"Really?" The little boy's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true."

The little boy stretched out his hand and posed.

He Qianjian smiled and threw the sticky bean bag forward casually. The sticky bean bag fell into the dirt two meters away from the little boy.

It's a pity that the little boy looked at the sticky bean bun in the mud. He Qianjian looked around again. He withered his mouth and said, "You didn't throw it away accurately. It fell to the ground."

He Qianjian smiled and said, "Then you can pick it up."

The little boy shook his head: "It's too dirty to eat in the mud."

He Qianjian didn't expect that a rural child was so particular. He turned his eyes and laughed again: "I'll throw it there, you can catch it."

The little boy stared at the sticky bean bun in He Qianjian's hand and nodded.

He Qianjian smiled at the corners of his mouth and threw out the frozen sticky bean bun.

When the little boy saw the sticky bean bun flying towards him, he picked it up as soon as his eyes lit up, but he was smashed and his eyes turned red in an instant.

He Qianjian smiled maliciously and said, "Continue."

One after another, sticky bean bags hit the little boy. The little boy hid from the receiver and finally squatted up and hugged his head in pain.

After He Qianjian lost all the sticky bean buns in the bowl, he felt that he had let go of a vicious breath. He glanced at the child squatting on the street and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, there was an angry shout, "What are you doing!"

He Qianjian had a move, looked left and right but didn't see anyone. Thinking that the speaker was a standard Yanshi accent, there was a trace of guiltyness on his face. He lowered his head and accelerated his footsteps and left quickly.

Yang Si walked quickly to the little boy with his stomach, looked at the direction of the young boy he had just seen disappear, and bowed his head and said softly, "Children, stand up first and let your aunt see if you are injured."

The little boy's nose was red, his forehead was red, but he didn't cry. He let go of his hand holding his head, looked at the direction of He Qianjian left, and withdrew with a sigh of a sigh of sigh of sigh of a tone and abonnellness: "When I go back, I want to tell my brother that someone hit me."

Seeing that the little boy was not seriously injured, Yang Si was relieved and was so relieved to hear him: "Where your house is your house? Tell my aunt that my aunt will take you back."

"It's right in front." The little boy stretched out a finger and took Yang Si's hand skillfully: "My brother and father and grandfather are also in front of him."

"That aunt will take you home." Yang Si was soft. She looked at the little boy's face carefully. She saw that in addition to his forehead red, there was also a red under her cheek. She frowned and scolded the young man who had just said in her heart. She was distressed, "Does it painful?"

"It hurts." The little boy withered his mouth and said, "But it doesn't matter. It only hurts a little."

Yang Si led him and told him, "Go back and ask your parents to give you some medicine. In the future, you can't come out alone. I want my brother to accompany you, okay?"

The little boy blinked and said, "I don't have any medicine at home."

"Why is there no medicine in your family?" Yang Si smiled and said, "You told your parents that they would give you medicine."

"I don't have a mother." The little boy said, "Brother said our mother was dead."

Yang Si was stunned and stopped: "Then you go to your aunt's house first. My aunt will take you back after giving you the medicine."

The little boy was not guarded at all: "Okay."

When they saw Yang Si coming back with a little boy, Jiang Chen and Jiang Table were very surprised.

"Wife, whose child is this? How did you bring it back?"

It's okay not to mention this. Yang Si was angry when she mentioned it. She took the medicine box to the little boy while giving medicine and telling the story she saw it. In the end, she looked a little excited: "That boy looked quite big. He actually bullied such a young child. It's really uneducated. I think this is anti-social. To."

"Mom, don't be angry. Can you see him clearly?"

"I see a side face." Yang Si said angrily, "When I recognize it, I will ask his parents how the child taught him and why."

"As you said, the child is estimated to be almost adult or already adult. It's useless for you to find a parent."

"Why is it useless?" Yang Si said, "Even if you are an adult, they don't teach it. Such a child will be a scourge when he enters society in the future!" Tell his parents before he enters society that he may be able to change it.

"I'm not angry." Jiang Zhuo touched her back: "Be careful of moving the fetal breath."

Yang Si gently wiped the medicine for the little boy, rubbed the little boy's little head comfortably, and suddenly sighed. Jiang Zhuo said, "I guess my parents are not very good to teach such children. I guess it's unreasonable to find them."

"Yes." Jiang Zhuo was used to the capriciousness of his wife when she was pregnant. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "The child will not be promising in the future. Don't worry about it, but after the child is sent back, he has to tell his parents to his parents not let the child play alone."

"Yes." Yang Si called Jiang Chen: "Minister, take some snacks to your younger brother, and then send him back to remind the family, okay?"

Knowing that he would run errands, Jiang Chen got up and accepted the task, hugged the snack Yang Si gave to the little boy, and led the little boy to his doorstep under his guidance.

The yard door of the little boy's house is open. There are many cartons in the yard. Someone is walking around in a busy manner. Jiang Chen stepped. He used to think that the boy was a child of the villagers's house, but now it seems that he should be the child assigned to the house to move to the family here for the winter.

"Brother!"

The little boy broke off Jiang Chen's hand and ran forward with his short legs.

Jiang Chen looked up and happened to collide with the teenager who looked up, all stunned.