☆ 9. Hawthorn Ball

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Hawthorn Ball

Xu Anheng felt that all his senses were focused on the small area where he was poked. He was stunned and his cheeks were hot. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Mrs. Xu rarely saw her little son looking so helpless. He sat on the couch with a handkerchief covering the corners of his mouth. His eyes were smiling into a crescent. She waved and said, "Qingyan, come here, auntie."

When Zheng Qingyan heard Mrs. Xu calling him, he smiled at the little brother in front of him, then turned around and ran to Mrs. Xu, looking at her with a pair of clear eyes.

Mrs. Xu was so fond of him when she saw his well-behaved appearance. She touched his smooth face and asked with a smile: "Why do you say brother is a hawthorn ball?"

Zheng Qingyan liked Aunt Xu very much and felt that she was very similar to his mother. So when she touched his face, he not only did not avoid her, but also rubbed it against her palm, then hugged Aunt Xu's wrist and replied softly: "Brother's face is red, just like the hawthorn ball that mother gave me to eat."

Mrs. Xu was so cute by his little action of rubbing against me like a kitten that her heart melted. She squatted down and kissed him gently on the face, then rubbed his head, and took him to the youngest son who was still stunned, and held the hands of the two children together , then smiled and said to Zheng Qingyan: "Auntie's house also has snacks, let brother take you there, okay?"

Seeing the little brother nod, Mrs. Xu touched her little son's hand again: "An'er, help mother to entertain Qingyan, okay?"

Xu Anheng has gradually recovered from the shock just now. He blushed so much just now, in addition to thinking that the little brother is cute, a large part of the reason is that he is still entangled in his brother's identity, which is a bit unusual for him. Now that he has calmed down and thought about it carefully, Xu Anheng also feels that he has made a fuss. The two of them are just three-year-old children. As long as they don't do anything too intimate, no one should care about the two children playing together. Thinking of this, Xu Anheng shook the little hand in his hand and nodded to Madam Xu seriously: "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of my brother."

The two children are still young, and Madam Xu doesn't want to restrain them. After arranging a few more servants who are steady and careful to follow them, she let Xu Anheng take them out to play.

Watching Xu Anheng carefully lead Zheng Qingyan across the threshold, and then holding his hand to walk down the stone steps in front of the door, and then step by step out of the main courtyard, even after the servants following behind him disappeared, Madam Xu retracted her gaze from following them, and then smiled and said to her eldest son sitting beside her: "An'er was more childish than usual just now. I think he should play with more children of similar age."

"I think so too," Big Brother Xu also nodded in agreement, "It's a pity that there are no children of the same age as my younger brother at home. "To keep him company, I have to report to the Ministry of Justice every day, and my second brother will also be sentenced this year, so we two brothers have little time to take care of him."

Mrs. Xu also sighed when she heard this. The three of them, father and son, were busy with the government office, studying, and she herself had no free time. She was in charge of all the family affairs, including the family's food, clothing, and daily life, and the family's account books and some of the daily interpersonal relationships. She couldn't be careless at all. Everyone in the family was busy. Although they wanted to spend more time with him, they were all too busy.

"Don't worry too much, mother. I think he and Qing'er get along well. Mrs. Zheng said that she wanted Qing'er to stay at our house for a few days, so they can keep each other company." Xu Mingchuan saw her sad face and comforted her.

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