Good pregnancy, quick to wear: the soft heroine is pampered by the group in the plane

Most people would naturally strongly object to people going out to play in the heavy rain. Children have fragile bodies and if they catch a cold after going out, they will definitely feel uncomfortable for several days.

Su Zhiruan carried him back, changed Xiangsheng's raincoat and clothes, gave him a hot bath, then wrapped him in a clean bath towel, blew dry his hair and tucked him into the quilt.

During this period, Xiao Xiangsheng was very excited.

He had never seen rain before, let alone experienced it personally, but now he got what he wanted. After taking a shower, he talked about it happily.

"Mom, mom, so this is rain, so magical!"

"Mom, what's snow?"

"Mom, mom, why is it raining?"

Su Zhiruan listened to him as if he had a hundred thousand whys, muttering to himself and asking questions continuously, showing great curiosity about everything.

And she explained them one by one.

Xiangsheng listened with great interest.

Finally, Su Zhiruan added, "By this time next year, the heavy rains will be over. By then, we will have four seasons a year: spring, summer, autumn and winter."

"What are spring, summer, autumn and winter? Is it like the hot before?" Xiang Sheng continued to question with his eyes wide open.

Su Zhiruan heard Wen Qingyu's footsteps at the door. She opened Xiangsheng's arms, wiped his body, and answered his questions.

"Spring, summer, autumn and winter are magical. In spring, the grass grows and the birds fly. In summer, the trees are green and the sun is scorching. As for autumn, it is golden, with abundant harvests and fruits. In winter, it snows heavily and you can make snowmen and have snowball fights."

After hearing what Su Zhiruan said, Xiang Sheng's eyes were full of anticipation. He blinked and let Su Zhiruan wrap him up, "Mom, I like the life you talk about."

"We'll be able to see each other soon." Su Zhiruan picked up the little one. The soft child curled up in her arms, and stretched out his tender arms to wrap around her neck, with a milky scent on his body.

The little guy nodded seriously.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu also took a shower, and the family of three lay flat on the bed, wrapped in soft blankets.

Wen Qingyu is responsible for telling Xiangsheng bedtime stories.

"Once upon a time, there was a kingdom. The queen gave birth to a princess with black hair and snow-white skin. So the king named his daughter Snow White..."

Wen Qingyu has a nice voice. When he was a star, he was originally a singer and his voice was admired by many people.

He described the story vividly, and everyone around him, both young and old, listened attentively. "The magic mirror told the queen to get rid of Snow White, so they sent out a hunter, but the hunter felt that Snow White should not be killed..."

When his story came to the part about the poisoned apple, he heard two shallow breathing sounds.

A big one and a small one were already asleep, right beside him.

The little guy in the middle stretched out his little hands, pulled at the corner of Su Zhiruan's clothes with one hand and at the corner of his pajamas with the other hand. He closed his eyes, and his chubby little face rose and fell with his breathing. He looked very cute.

Wen Qingyu placed the book on the bedside, his heart and eyes filled with warmth.

Su Zhiruan also slept soundly, her hair scattered on the pillow, her breathing was even and shallow, and her sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful, a little different from her during the day, but he liked both of them.

Wen Qingyu pulled blankets over the little guy and Su Zhiruan, then gently turned off the lights and covered herself with a blanket.

In this small room, a family of three sleeps soundly.

Outside the window, the heavy rain was still falling, dripping against the window. The wet soil accompanied by the scent of grass in the air made people want to fall asleep wrapped in a blanket and not want to get up.

The next few months passed like this.

Su Zhiruan has experience in educating children. After all, she has taken care of many children. She knows by heart what children of each age should be exposed to and understand, and she told Wen Qingyu about it.

Xiangsheng was the happiest. The three-year-old child was clingy, especially to his mother. After he could speak, he chattered non-stop.

In the past, Su Zhiruan was busy, so he spent most of his time with Grandpa Wen, Grandma Wen, and Dad.

Now, his parents are by his side, which makes Xiangsheng feel extremely happy and he talks more.

Su Zhiruan did not stop him from releasing his nature. He said whatever he wanted to say. Speaking is also a skill that can be acquired through practice.

In addition, she set about teaching the little guy to read and write, foreign languages, life skills and perception, first aid measures and self-protection methods when facing danger, etc.

The three-year-old child is very curious and learns quickly. Under the guidance of Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu, he changes quickly.

In terms of basic dressing, eating and hygiene, he has done very well.

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The base was well prepared at the time. They hid in high places and avoided mountain torrents, mudslides and the like. Although life was difficult, they have gradually adapted to it.

At that time, Su Zhiruan told them that everything would return to normal in a year and everyone would be able to go back to their previous lives.

Although we don’t know if what she said is true, people in desperate situations prefer to believe that everything will develop in a good direction, and they all have hope and expectations.

The expectations that arise in despair are often more solid. Everyone counts the days on their fingers, hoping that that day will come sooner.

New Year of the fifth year of the apocalypse.

The rain seems to have subsided a lot.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu prepared a lot of supplies and sent them up.

They have stored a lot of supplies, but the people on the mountain should not have much supplies left.

The only thing to be thankful for is that due to the continuous heavy rains, there is no shortage of water resources.

There is so much water, and after filtering it, even though it is hard to drink, as long as you can save your life, it doesn’t matter.

So, everyone lived like this with only a mouthful of dry food and half a bucket of water.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu sent some compressed biscuits, dried meat, etc. from home.

After arriving at the place, they found a few strong young men to go back with them to move some supplies.

There were some scattered residents on the plain, but the plain had already turned into a vast ocean.

Su Zhiruan asked people to deliver supplies by kayak.

Everyone had a smile on their face as they saw the supplies falling from the sky.

He also cared more about the good things about Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu.

After all, under such conditions, there are people who would risk their lives to donate their own supplies to such insignificant people. If you put yourself in their shoes, most people would be sure that they would not be able to be so selfless.

Su Zhiruan did these things mainly for encouragement.

The rainstorm lasted for more than half a year. There was less food to eat and people were frightened every day. Anyone with a slightly fragile spirit would have died under the burden.

She also included some letters of encouragement in the supplies. Although she didn't know if they would work, as long as they could help one person adjust their mindset and persevere through the most difficult remaining half of the year, then these letters would be useful.

The New Year is here again this year.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu were preparing New Year's Eve dinner in the kitchen.

Despite the difficulties of the end of the world, they still want to convey a sense of home in their children's hearts, so that they can remember the flavor of the New Year and traditional festivals.

Xiangsheng is doing his homework. He is now three and a half years old. Su Zhiruan taught him to recognize words and assigned him some homework. Although the little guy is not very old, if he persists, he does no worse than adults, and may even do better. He learns to write every day.

"Mom and Dad, I've finished writing!" He stood up from the chair, put the pencil into the pen holder, and moved between Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu with the homework book.

Su Zhiruan squatted down and kissed him on the face. She praised him generously, "Shengsheng is great. You finished your homework so quickly."

"Mom, am I awesome?" He raised his little face, his eyes sparkling, as cute as a puppy waiting for praise.

Su Zhiruan touched his hair and said, "Of course he is amazing!"

"Then I'll go wash my hands and prepare for dinner!" The little guy was so happy to receive the praise that he immediately put his homework book back to its original place and then stepped on a small stool to wash his hands.

Wen Qingyu watched the interaction between the big and the small with a smile, and he also lowered his head, "Wife, am I awesome?"

Su Zhiruan poked his waist, "Are you a child too?"

Wen Qingyu bent down in cooperation, and as he moved, the light blue apron on his body also slid a little from his neck. His eyebrows curved, and his smile was exactly the same as Xiang Sheng's, "Yes."

"Then..." Su Zhiruan smiled without hesitation. She stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck, whispering in his ear, "That's amazing! My husband is the best!"

After saying that, she also gave him a kiss on the face.

"Okay." Wen Qingyu was satisfied and wanted to go a step further.

But the next second, Xiao Xiangsheng came out while wiping his hands, sniffing around with his little nose, and said in confusion, "It seems like something is burnt..."

Su Zhiruan looked down——

Burnt!

So, the two of them began to scramble to save the meatballs in the pot.

These meatballs were the only ones that were burnt among all the dishes tonight.

Xiang Sheng saw that the color was wrong and his curiosity came up again. He held the chopsticks in his little hands, picked up a burnt meatball with a somewhat clumsy movement, and put it into his mouth in one bite.

"It's quite delicious!" he exclaimed.

Su Zhiruan: "..."

When I saw this dish, I thought of what they were doing just now.

Wen Qingyu coughed dryly, moved the meatballs away like a father, and picked up a custard bun for Xiang Sheng, "Try the piglet custard bun made by daddy and see if it's delicious."

Looking at the chubby little pig, Xiang Sheng's attention was indeed diverted in an instant. He picked it up, looked at it from left to right, took a bite and found it sweet and fragrant inside. He soon forgot about the burnt meatballs that he praised for being delicious.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The family continued to eat.

After dinner, Wen Qingyu took the initiative to take charge of washing the dishes. Su Zhiruan looked at the little guy with his hands on his cheeks, so she stood up and turned on the radio.

The song "Unforgettable Tonight" was played on the radio again today.

This year's unforgettable tonight was because she adjusted the radio device in advance and played it on loop at the right time.

"Mom, what is this music? Why do you like it every Chinese New Year?" Xiang Sheng saw Su Zhiruan sitting on the sofa, so he took the initiative to come over and sit next to her.

"It's not just my mother who likes this song, it's played every Chinese New Year. Many people feel that it's a new year again when they hear this song." Su Zhiruan listened to "Unforgettable Tonight" playing on the radio.

Xiang Sheng nodded as if he understood, and lay on her lap listening to music.

"I will never forget this night. I will never forget this night. No matter where in the world we live, we are all in the same embrace..."

"Farewell tonight, farewell tonight, whether new friends or old friends, I'll see you again next spring..."

In the past, during the lively New Year, perhaps all people could hear were the tunes and this familiar melody.

But only when you really calm down can you appreciate the profound emotions contained in the lyrics.

The heavy rain was still falling outside, and Su Zhiruan looked up.

But there are no fireworks this year.

Two months after the New Year.

The heavy rain became much lighter again.

Su Zhiruan and Wen Qingyu delivered supplies again.

With these supplies, everyone will be able to get through the last five months smoothly.

"These past few days, both the temperature and the heavy rain seem to be much more normal." Wen Qingyu stood beside Su Zhiruan, watching everyone distribute supplies.

"It should be soon," Su Zhiruan handed the compressed biscuits in the box to an old man, and continued to talk to Wen Qingyu, "Now is the last darkness before dawn. After these few months, everything will return to normal."

When the old man heard what she said, the light in his eyes became brighter.

"Really?" he asked, his hands shaking.

Su Zhiruan smiled soothingly, "Of course it's true. Soon, we can return to our normal lives."

Her words gave everyone peace of mind.

The next person who came forward to get the supplies was an old acquaintance.

Su's mother.

When she saw Su Zhiruan, the expression on her face changed unpredictably.

On the one hand, there is guilt, and on the other hand, there is embarrassment.

"I...I--" She opened her mouth to say something, but saw that Su Zhiruan had no intention of recognizing her at all. He just calmly handed over the supplies without saying anything.

The next person was still waiting, and Su's mother couldn't stay too long. She looked back every few steps, hoping to get a look from Su Zhiruan.

But she miscalculated. From beginning to end, Su Zhiruan just treated her as an ordinary person, calm and without any emotions.

Su Mingzhu was even more ashamed to see people. She hesitated and refused to go to Su Zhiruan to collect supplies, insisting on lining up next to another person. As a result, when it was her turn, the supplies were gone.

Su Mingzhu felt a surge of despair in her heart. She didn't dare look back, for fear that if she did, she would see Su Zhiruan's sneer.

"for you."

A voice sounded from behind her, calm and quiet.

Su Mingzhu turned around stiffly and saw Su Zhiruan, who was dressed neatly, with Wen Qingyu beside her.

Su Zhiruan had a supply in her hand, and she handed it over.

"I……"

"Don't think too much. It's just human hair. No matter how much I hold a grudge against you, I will not let you starve to death in this situation." Su Zhiruan put the supplies at her feet and she remained calm.

Su Mingzhu was filled with embarrassment and ashamed.

She stood there at a loss, and there were people around her with different expressions.