Sad reminder Xiaobai

Chapter 32

The spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and next April, Zhou Ji is looking at the clusters of peach blossoms, basking in the warm sunshine, holding a pen, and thinking about how to outline this scene.

He also thought about the last time Liang Nuo came back, all the peach blossoms were gone, if he missed this again, he would have to wait another year. .

Zhou Ling on the side held the sleeping baby with considerable experience, came over, looked at it, and said, "Hey, Zhou Ji, I found that the things you drew are much more beautiful than the things on the curtain."

Zhou Ji put the pen down, held up the paper, squinted his eyes, looked at it, and said, "It looks good."

"En..." It was rare for Zhou Ling to answer so sincerely.

Looking at the few paintings in his hand, Zhou Ji felt satisfied with some of them the more he looked at them, thinking that it would be better if they were painted with paint.

While she was lost in thought, Zhou Ling suddenly said, "Zhou Ji, are you literate?"

"certainly"

"Then, can you teach me to write my name?"

Zhou Ji glanced over his head, bent his mouth and said, "Yes, but can you help me find something with color, the kind that can be painted on this paper."

"Color? I've never heard of it."

Seeing Zhou Ling's puzzled expression, Zhou Ji looked at the blue sky and white clouds, thought for a while, and said, "Isn't it black like Mo, there are other ones, such as red, green, yellow, etc."

"This kind of thing, um, there used to be a kind of small particles behind that mountain, the inside of which is like water, but sometimes the inside is red and black, do you want it?"

"Okay, that's it."

"Well, you wait, I'll go, come and continue."

Zhou Ji cried and looked at the baby that Zhou Ling handed over, yes, this baby is the one newly born by Auntie.

Every time Zhou Ji hugged him, the group shouted on time, Zhou Ji was scared.

Stretching out his hand carefully, he watched, and when the little eyes were closed, he fell asleep as expected, which was much cuter.

However, Zhou Ling didn't come back as soon as expected, her arms were a little sore, and she couldn't put this guy somewhere.

The breeze gently blows the peach blossoms, looking at the yard, thinking that Liang Nuo will not come back for a long time, if not for his occasional visits, this yard will almost become a no-man's land.

Occasionally, three or two children would come chasing after him, and Zhou Ji was afraid that he would wake up the big brother who was holding Zhengxiang who was sleeping.

Although he was still woken up by the noise, this group suddenly seemed to be content with themselves, neither crying nor making noises, and Zhou Ji's heart hung in his throat in fright.

Slightly grinning, Zhou Ji felt that he was instantly cute, and he really had a sense of sight that being a parent is not easy.

After walking back and forth in the yard for a few times, Zhou Ling came back and took the baby in his hand. Liang Nuo looked at the bunches of grape-like things.

He took a stone and smashed it, and the dark red juice flowed out. Zhou Ji dipped some of it with a brush and daubed it lightly, the effect was not bad.

In order to facilitate the operation, I secretly took a bowl from home, filled it with a little water, and mixed the big bunch of juice.

After drawing two pictures and comparing them, Zhou Ji chose the one he was a little more satisfied with, and put it aside to dry.

Then he took out a wooden stick and marked Zhou Ling's name on the ground, saying, "That's how your name is written."

Zhou Ling hugged the child, walked over, and asked, "Why didn't you write it on that paper?"

"Well, because there is not enough paper, you can draw exactly the same on the ground first, and you can write it silently without looking at it, so you can write it on paper."

"Oh, I'll try."

Zhou Ji accepted the little baby in Zhou Ling's hand, and held it carefully, watching Zhou Ling holding a wooden stick and carefully following the drawing stroke by stroke.

Listening to the non-stop chirping of cicadas, basking in the warm sun, these little days are slowly passing by.

In May, one after another began to enter a busy period. Occasionally, Zhou Ji would carry the baby in a small basket and go to the field with A Niang.

In June, the temperature can no longer be described as being above normal temperature. Zhou Ji took a spoon and occasionally sipped a certain baby who was babbling.

Very unwilling and disgusted to help wipe the saliva, although the baby is self-serving, she has no intention of talking to Zhou Ji at all.

Looking at the father and mother who entered the yard, they took the boiled tea and poured it into a bowl, and the mother entered the house, and then drank it.

Dad on the side went into the kitchen, washed his face, and then went into the house to drink tea.

Zhou Ji continued to sit down with nothing to do, and Auntie played with the child in her arms, taking a lunch break, which was a daily compulsory subject for Auntie and Auntie.

Except for a certain baby who was sleeping next to her, the room was extremely quiet. Zhou Ji supported his head with his left hand while flipping through a book with his right.

Talking about what boring people can do when they are bored, if Zhou Ji was before, they would definitely say sleep.

But these days, even if I sleep for a day, it just feels like an hour of confusion.

A certain baby on the side was tossing her little arms and legs, Zhou Ji opened the window to let the sultry wind blow in and cool off.

Unexpectedly, Liang Nuo came, stopped by the door, and waved in sideways. Zhou Ji thought he was delusional, and looked carefully before confirming.

Wearing cloth shoes, I looked at the tossing child, walked out of the house, the sun in the yard was sultry for a while, and when I reached the door.

Liang Nuo held the pouch in his hand, handed it over, and said, "Well, here you are."

Zhou Ji hugged these small packages and sat by the threshold, while Liang Nuo sat beside him, reached out to untie the small packages, and opened the wrapping paper.

Looking at the small bag in his arms, Zhou Ji held the pastry in his mouth and asked, "This, it's all, for me."

Liang Nuo stretched out his hand to stroke the loose hair around his ear, nodded and curled the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

Her answer made Zhou Ji, who thought himself thick-skinned, very embarrassed.

"These, don't they cost a lot of money? Next time, you don't need to bring so much." Zhou Ji said while swallowing the pastry.

"It's okay, and next time, I don't know when I can come again."

"By the way, Arnold, the peach blossoms are blooming in the yard, do you want to see them?"

"Well, I'm going to go back with shopkeeper Li later, I'm afraid I can only wait until the next time."

Hearing Liang Nuo's answer, Zhou Ji stood up holding the small bags in his hands, and said, "Come with me, I have something to show you."

After entering the room, Zhou Ji put the small bag on the table, and Liang Nuo, who was following behind, looked at a certain baby who was tossing about by himself, and walked over.

He reached out, pinched his cheek, and said, "It's a boy."

Zhou Ji replied "Well, I'll go into the house"

I ran back to my own room, and opened the few paintings that were sandwiched in the book.

Back in the room, Liang Nuo sat beside the child, watching, and lightly tapped the child's nose.

Zhou Ji approached, feeling inexplicably anxious, handed over the paper, and said, "I drew this, take a look."

Liang Nuo stretched out his hand and lowered his head slightly. Zhou Ji couldn't see her expression clearly, and he was a little apprehensive. He explained to himself, "This is the peach tree in your yard. The peach blossoms are in full bloom. It's very beautiful."

"I wanted to send it to you, but I didn't know how to send it, so I had to give up."

"what do you think?"

Can't help, she was silent like this, Zhou Ji sat next to her, pinching that certain baby's little palm.

"It's very beautiful, so Aji painted this one for me, right?"

Zhou Ji glanced away her questioning eyes slightly, and replied, "Well, because it's really beautiful, I'm afraid you have something to do and didn't see it, so I drew it."

"Thank you, I like it very much."

The feeling in Zhou Ji's heart now is probably that he thought that he could get a score of 90 or [-], but when the paper was handed out, the result was more than [-] points, unexpectedly, pleasantly surprised.