Fast through the cannon fodder, she shines brightly

Chapter 260 Widow (15)

Fang Cheng leaned on the bench with a bulging belly, so full that he didn't want to move.

Mu Wan waved at him, "Chengzi, come here, mother will rub your stomach."

She wanted to bring the relationship between mother and son closer, and she should have more close contact with her. Fang Cheng was too sensible, but if it wasn't for the pressure of life, who would be willing to grow up so fast.

Fang Cheng's face turned red and he tugged at the corner of his clothes awkwardly. However, looking at his mother's smiling face, he couldn't help admiring her like a child, so he hesitated and walked over.

Mu Wan lifted him onto her knees. The child was very thin, and it didn't take much effort to lift it up. She massaged it carefully with her hands, her belly was soft and tender, and it felt very comfortable.

Fang Cheng was a little embarrassed at first, but slowly narrowed his eyes comfortably. His mother felt warm, enveloping him like warm water.

Fang Nian, who was playing sepak takraw, also came over, opened his short arms, and said softly, "Mom, I want it too."

"Okay, all of them."

Fang Nian was young, and it was very comfortable to stay in Mu Wan's arms. After a long time, he fell asleep and started snoring.

Mu Wan carried her into the room, let the two children sleep, and she went back to the room for an afternoon nap.

In the afternoon, Mu Wan took out the iron nails, spliced ​​the wooden planks that were made yesterday, and tapped the nails with a small hammer to make that kind of small triangular house, and put it in the courtyard, where there are big trees for shade, so it won't be too hot , Now there is a roof to keep out the rain, and the dog will not get wet.

She thought of an idea, cut out two holes in the remaining planks, fixed them with ropes, and tied them to the big almond tree to make a simple swing.

When Fang Cheng woke up rubbing his eyes, he ran over and asked curiously, "Mother, what is this?"

What's the use of tying a rope here, it seems strange.

Mu Wan sat up and touched the ground with her toes, and demonstrated once, and her body quickly flew out. The breeze was blowing in front of her, which was very comfortable.

Fang Cheng's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opened slightly, fly?flew out?
His heart was in his throat, and he watched nervously, but every time Mu Wan floated back safely and easily.

"This is called a swing, Chengzi, do you want to try it?"

Fang Cheng nodded expectantly, his small appearance was a little excited, the swing was made so low that he could sit on it with a light touch of his toes.

"Hurry up."

Fang Cheng held the rope tightly with his fingers, with a serious expression, and sat nervously. The next second, his back was pushed lightly, and his whole body flew out. Closed in fear, the strength between the palms tightened, and when he opened his eyes, he returned to the original position.

His eyes are bright with excitement, children have imagined flying like a fairy, and now sitting on the swing makes him feel very exciting, and the breeze is so comfortable, he is not afraid at all now, he can play by himself very happy.

When Mu Wan walked into the room, Fang Nian was still taking a nap with her stomach full, her fists slightly clenched, looking obedient, worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night, so Mu Wan gently patted her awake.

The little girl woke up yawning, and hugged Mu Wan's arm softly, "Mother."

Mu Wan pulled her thinning hair, said with a smile, "Niannian don't sleep, go out and play with brother for a while."

Fang Nian's fingers were too soft to hold the rope, so she could only hug her on the swing and play for a while. She didn't think it was fun, so she continued to kick her own sepak takraw ball.

Although there are two children in the family, they are both cute and well-behaved, and they don't like to cry at all. It is easy for Mu Wan to take care of her.

She turned out the embroidery thread and got familiar with the texture first. Normally, she would draw the pattern first, but her most slender thing is painting, and the pattern has long been familiar by heart.

(End of this chapter)