Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 118 The group pets her with a little sweet baby 13
The strength of this punch was said to be big or small, the hammer hit the shoulder like a hammer on the heart, and the chest shook.

Xia Ling wiped the tears from the little bun's face, sat on the edge of the bed and hugged him in his arms, hugging the child in his arms like a baby, and whispered softly: "How can a little man be so happy when he encounters a little setback?" Wash your face with tears, if you really meet a bad person, tears can't save your life, can they?"

Xiao Baozi was out of breath and hiccupped from crying.

She raised her hand to touch Xiao Baozi's bald head, "You have to learn to be calm when things happen, this smart little head, you have to sort out the situation first. If this place is dangerous, why would mother leave you here alone? Everything is not right now. You don’t have to be afraid if your mother is standing in front of you if you are good. But if your mother is gone, she will fall ill and die one day. What should you do when you meet a thief?”

"I...I want to protect mother. Mother will not die, and mother will not get sick." Xiao Baozi rubbed his red and swollen eyes from crying, and said intermittently, turned around, and stuck his face on Xia Ling's chest.

"Then learn to be strong and grow up quickly, so that you can protect yourself and your mother." Xia Ling patted the little bun on the back, and changed his heavy tone, "But our little bun is already great now, do you know that? How much money did you help me earn today? Do you remember what I taught you this morning? Calculate it for me."

Little Baozi didn't look up and said dullly: "Madam bought fourteen cans of rouge powder, each can cost ten yuan, a total of 140 yuan. But those officers and soldiers smashed twenty boxes of rouge in the box, a total of two hundred yuan. We are today I didn’t make a penny and lost sixty yuan.”

"Tomorrow we will earn another [-] yuan, and tomorrow we will earn [-] yuan, and then we can buy a door in this Pianxing town that my son loves."

The mother and the son sat on the bed, and as you spoke to each other, the little bun gradually lost its voice in his arms.

Jiang Qinghan, who was dizzy from the child's quarrel just now, has also calmed down at this moment.

The flickering candlelight reflected the beautiful woman with pink make-up and jade, and her face was dimly illuminated.

A few strands of her loosely tied green hair were hanging down, and the mottled profile of her low-hanging, thick eyelashes, swayed by the candlelight, was printed on the bridge of her nose, and a touch of warmth flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The flow of time seems to follow the rhythm of her jade hand patting the back of the child in her arms, every time, peaceful and soothing.

Xia Ling didn't know how to explain this nature.

Obviously, I have never given birth to a child, nor have I taken care of a child, and even I used to hate the noise of children.

But when he got to Xiao Baozi, he lost his temper completely, acting like a loving mother.

Maybe it's the original owner's essence that is at work, or maybe motherhood is born with natural potential, just waiting to be stimulated.

She carefully put the little bun back on the bed, gently covered him with the quilt, and patted him a few more times. Seeing that his brows and eyes were stretched, and he was already sound asleep, she got up and walked to the cracked jade candlestick, and blew out a few candles Seeing that the room was dark, he waved to Jiang Qinghan who was stuck in place, motioning him to follow her out.

As soon as she went out, she shook the arm that was sore from holding the child just now.

Jiang Qing, who followed behind, had a cold expression on his face, "I finally found the root cause. Jiang Yun's willful behavior is simply because your mother loves him too much, and that's why he is a good-natured man who keeps talking and calls mother. I agree with you." At his age, he has already picked up bows, arrows, knives and guns, practicing martial arts every day without a break, and if he is not serious, he will be beaten with a whip and stick. Even so, I have never shed tears, crying like him. My son must never be such a weak person."

to be honest.

Just seeing his son crying with himself made him, the ever-victorious general, a little at a loss.

Who would have thought that playing with a child would be more difficult than going to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

All of a sudden, it added a lot of frustration to Jiang Qinghan's smooth life.

Xia Ling's tone was slightly confused: "General, I have never agreed to let Little Baozi be your adopted son. No matter how dissatisfied you are with the way I teach my children, this is ultimately my own business. If you hadn't sacrificed our lives today, As a threat, I will definitely not bring my children here."

His gray eyes turned cold on Xia Ling's face, "Since you are so afraid of threats, I will arrange for my husband to come home to teach him to read from tomorrow, and I will personally teach him martial arts. If you dare to stop, I will take you off." The bald head of my son."

He waved his clothes and left with a cold face.

ill.

Three sentences are really too much.

Xia Ling rolled his eyes, there is no such overbearing reason in this world.

Even though he was wronged by others, he insisted on acting as if he was worthy of the heaven and the earth.

Aunt Jing Lan, who was on duty at the General's Mansion, came from the other side: "Ma'am, the General has arranged a place for you, come with me."

Jiang Qinghan gave Xia Ling the smallest room in this huge General's Mansion.

The room was like a warehouse, filled with things he had brought from that small home.

I started to adjust the makeup powder again, and it was early in the morning.

Fortunately, there is no need to walk too far to get to the shop. Before dawn, Xia Ling sneaked into Xiao Baozi's room and called out Xiao Baozi who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He slipped out of the general's mansion with his things on his shoulders.

The sleepy little bun didn't wake up until Xia Ling dragged him to the front of the shop.

Seeing that she took out a key, inserted it into the door lock, and then pushed open the double-opened big mahogany door with both hands, revealing a spacious interior.

"Mother is awesome! This shop is so big! Our family has a shop!"

The morning light pours into the panes, and dappled light and shadows are reflected in the house.

While Xia Ling was busy fetching water and cleaning the table, she watched Xiao Baozi running back and forth upstairs and downstairs, very happy.

"Mother! Mother, let me wipe!" The sweaty little bun grinned, grabbed the rag from Xia Ling's hand and began to wipe the dust.

This should have been a tavern, and there were many tables and stools left in the room.

She would like to turn the wooden table sideways to form a table with two stools, and buy some mirrors.

I moved the table with my hands, but I couldn't move it even with all my strength, and I was so tired that I was sweating all over.

While I was worrying, I heard someone coming from the door asking: "Miss, is this shop short of manpower?"

She turned her head.

Xueqing round-neck gown embroidered with auspicious patterns of double bird titles on the chest, and wearing a moon-white gauze cover, Zhong Lou, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a jade bone fan, with his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, stood at the door of the shop with a smile on his face.

Different from yesterday's appearance of the prodigal son who wandered the streets and alleys among the crowd, today he inexplicably has a gentleman's demeanor of repairing bamboo sandalwood.

She hurriedly asked, "Master Zhonglou?"

He stepped into the door, with surprise revealed in his tone, "I am lucky to be called by the girl's name in my next life. Do you know the girl's name?"

"My name is Xia Ling. Thanks to the young master for saving my son yesterday, I haven't had time to come to thank you yet." She greeted him with a smile, "I don't have much money. If the young master doesn't mind, I will bring him a few boxes of rouge and gouache. Mr. It can be given to a sweetheart."

(End of this chapter)