Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

After taking a long break during the Chinese New Year, I feel a bit overwhelmed at the beginning of the new year and don’t know where to start.

Fu Shengyu and Feng Huayang held a meeting in the morning, another meeting in the afternoon, and in the evening they had to think about what meeting to hold the next day. By the way, the two of them also discussed holding a small meeting. They were very busy.

Qingyun originally thought that Wen Geyin would be more free, so he wanted to go out and play with him. However, he did not expect that he was in meetings for two consecutive days. He had taken over part of the family business, and it was a bit hectic at first, so he even had to call his parents and elders for advice late at night.

Qingyun had no choice but to wander around Fufeng Fort every day. Fortunately, the place was big enough and she always found something new there, so she didn't feel bored.

This year's spring came earlier. The plum blossoms began to fade at the beginning of March, but the magnolias were in full bloom. From a distance, they looked like a cloud hanging from the sky.

After wandering around for half a month, Fu Shengyu finally finished all the meetings at the beginning of the year and took control of the general direction of their respective development.

Fu Shengyu closed his notes for the new year and felt a lot more relaxed. All the tasks had been assigned and all he had to do next was listen to the reports and solve the problems.

Stretching to stretch his stiff body, Fu Shengyu thought of his daughter who had looked listless these days. Qingyun might feel a little lost as he hadn't spent enough time with her for too long.

The afternoon sunshine was very bright. It seemed to evaporate all the bad mood when it shined on people. It was warm and comfortable.

Fu Shengyu went out to look for Qingyun and saw his daughter lying under a magnolia tree. She was lying on a light green blanket, wearing a thick goose yellow skirt, and her hair was combed into the shape of small flower buds, like small flowers blooming in spring.

Qingyun was a little dazed by the warm sunshine and was in a state of half asleep and half awake. Suddenly, she felt a darkness in front of her eyes and a sudden chill on her body. She opened her eyes unhappily and wanted to see who had disturbed her sunbathing.

Seeing Fu Shengyu smiling, Qingyun's mind suddenly became clear. She struggled to get up and called out sweetly, "Father."

Fu Shengyu wanted to tell her to be careful not to catch a cold as it was still cold in spring, and also wanted to tell her to be careful not to be bitten by insects as everything was reviving, but seeing Qingyun so happy, he had to swallow his words.

He thought about how when he was a child, he wanted his mother to play with him in the sand, instead of his mother angrily hitting his hands until they were red and swollen, and scolding him for getting his clothes dirty.

Looking at the carefree look on Qingyun's face, Fu Shengyu smiled faintly, sat next to Qingyun, and lay on the blanket like she had done before.

"What did Qingyun see?" Fu Shengyu found that the spring sunshine was not so dazzling. The warm spring breeze caressed his cheeks, giving people a very real sense of being alive.

People really need to have more contact with nature. Fu Shengyu felt that after taking two breaths of fresh air, all the depression in his chest was exhaled.

"There was a big chicken leg in the sky before, and also a big apple." Qingyun recalled the shape of the cloud he had seen before.

Fu Shengyu chuckled twice, looking at the free clouds above, feeling somewhat envious of it for having such a vast sky.

Qingyun didn't know what she was mumbling beside her. Fu Shengyu reached out and touched her little hand. It was warm, and he felt happy again. He had a daughter and such a vast territory.

The afternoon sun was the most hypnotic, and Fu Shengyu soon fell asleep with his hand on his forehead. Qingyun asked Jinyu to get a thin blanket to cover him, and then she rolled to the side and turned over to continue basking in the sun.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qingyun felt that the temperature of his body seemed to be slowly dropping, and suddenly he heard a teasing voice in his ear.

"Wow, this is the spring when everything comes back to life, how come there are two living people growing on the ground?"

Qingyun turned over, struggled to pull himself up, rushed over and hugged the legs of the person who came, "Auntie."

Feng Huayang chuckled, bent down and picked her up, then took Wen Geyin and Chang Jin to sit cross-legged on the blanket.

"Brother Ayin, Brother Ajin." Qingyun's heart always skipped a beat when she saw Wen Geyin. This type of person was her favorite.

Qingyun muttered to herself twice, "Don't think about anything indecent." Only then did she suppress her troubled thoughts. She really wanted Wen Geyin to give birth to a son so that she could raise him as a child husband.

"The boy comes riding on a bamboo horse and plays with green plums around the bed." When Qingyun thought of this, he couldn't help but grinning, revealing his full set of white teeth.

Chang Jin couldn't help but tap her forehead lightly with his fingers, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You little heartless man, I have lost a lot of hair because of you, and you are still distracted here."

Qingyun uttered "Ah", covered her forehead and shrank into Feng Huayang's arms, then called out timidly, "Auntie~"

Feng Huayang pinched her round little face and called softly, "Ajin."

Chang Jin immediately stopped talking, but still pouted a little unhappily, and only when Wen Geyin patted him lightly did he become happy again.

"Qingyun, did you ask Brother Ajin to help you write the story of Xiao Qilin's family?" Fu Shengyu asked.

Qingyun suppressed the embarrassment of being caught by his parents doing something secretive and nodded obediently.

Chang Jin shrugged his shoulders and explained to Qingyun with some embarrassment: "Little Qingyun, Brother Jin has to tell you that Long Ge's parents didn't die in such a spectacular way, and the things they did were not so famous. Even if they were written about, people might not be interested."

"Not many people will like you by then, so don't cry." Feng Huayang touched Qingyun's back, hugged her tightly, and his tone was a little sad.

Qingyun tilted his head, as if trying very hard to understand what they said. After a long while, he asked back under the gaze of the four people: "If he doesn't do something spectacular, he is not a hero?"

Chang Jin was stunned, his expression was a little stiff. This rhetorical question was like a huge rock thrown into his heart, causing waves to roll.

The most spectacular thing about the deeds of Zhong Lingxiao and Sun Yaxin was probably their death. They were almost beaten to pieces by gunfire.

They did not fight on the front line, and even the first thing they thought about was to hide, but there is no perfect person in the world. They also sacrificed for the victory of the nation and are naturally national heroes.

"Qingyun is right. It's not only the spectacular achievements that are worth being remembered. A general's success is the result of the sacrifice of hundreds of lives. In the end, everyone has done something spectacular at the end of his life." Wen Geyin reached out to touch Qingyun's head. He was very satisfied that Qingyun thought this way.

"But they originally wanted to leave, and later they had no choice but to..." Chang Jin felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, and subconsciously wanted to refute and save face.

Everyone's eyes returned to herself. Qingyun felt a little uncomfortable. She still didn't like the feeling of being the center of attention.

"But my father said that a gentleman is judged by deeds rather than by heart." Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then looked at Fu Shengyu and asked, "Is that right?"

"Qingyun can apply what he has learned and draw inferences about other situations. He really listens to others carefully and thinks for himself. That's great!" Fu Shengyu praised him tirelessly, causing Feng Huayang to turn his head frequently to look. Fortunately, he has been in the business for so many years and has a thick skin.

Chang Jin was originally thin-skinned, and now he felt ashamed and guilty, with a thin layer of powder on his face. After hearing what Fu Shengyu said, he suddenly suspected that Fu Shengyu was actually a person with a cold appearance but a warm heart. Why did he seem so kind?

When everyone's eyes turned to him again, Chang Jin's ears were bleeding with shame and anger, so he had to lower his head and whisper: "Qingyun is right, I am not conscious enough."

"Ajin is very good at listening to other people's opinions and is a broad-minded person. Moreover, Ajin will speak out when he has problems and is not ashamed to ask questions. He is not at all like those self-willed people. He has made great progress." Wen Geyin's voice naturally gives people a feeling that whatever he says is right, and it is easy for him to make Chang Jin raise his head proudly like a victorious little rooster.

Because Chang Jin discovered his own problem, he asked three insiders for some details, and he really seemed to be willing to learn from them.

Seeing him really become what Wen Geyin praised him to be, and raise his head little by little to become confident, Qingyun really felt a little impressed. Praise education really does work, it just requires a lot of patience and a lot of love.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on his body, and there are harmonious conversations in his ears. Qingyun tilts his little head up and looks at the clouds floating in the sky, hoping that days like this will last forever.