Can I still save it? [Transmigration Book]

Amidst such quarrels, the two-month summer vacation quickly passed.

The relationship between Su Yunjing and Fu Hanzhou has also undergone a qualitative leap in these two months.

After school, they spend less time together.

After school, Su Yunjing had to finish his homework before going to see Fu Hanzhou after dinner.

The orphanage locked the door at eight o'clock in the evening, and the two of them could only get together for an hour a day.

Now Su Yunjing started to teach Fu Hanzhou arithmetic. Every day, he would ask [-] arithmetic problems for Fu Hanzhou to solve the next day.

After Su Yunjing checked the arithmetic problems that he gave yesterday, he saw that Fu Hanzhou had done all the right things, so he rewarded him with a big jelly.

The weather is getting cooler.

The late autumn in Yucheng is not bitingly cold, but a kind of damp and cold.

Fu Hanzhou is afraid of the cold but not the heat. Being next to him in summer can relieve the heat, but staying with him now is like hugging a piece of ice.

It was only mid-October, before the beginning of winter, and Fu Hanzhou's hands and feet were icy cold.

Her complexion was like winter snow, and the light blue blood vessels on her neck were clearly visible under her cold white skin.

Fu Hanzhou had already put on fleece clothes, but the chill still went straight to his bones.

Su Yunjing looked at the pale Fu Hanzhou, who was still wearing a pair of very old shoes, and felt sour.

The orphanage has no shortage of clothes, but shoes.

Seven or eight-year-old children are lively and active. There are few entertainment activities in this era. Most of the children run wildly outside the house, which is very expensive.

Su Yunjing went back and searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the old shoes that the original owner spent the winter last year, so he could only ask Song Wenqian.

Song Wenqian was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater for Lu Tao, most of which had already been knitted.

She pulled the sweater to cover her slightly protruding belly, "It's for your second aunt's younger brother, why are you asking this?"

Hearing this, Su Yunjing was a little disappointed.

He forced a smile, "It's nothing, just asking casually."

"Speaking of this, it's time to buy you shoes for this winter. Let's wait until this Saturday. Mom will take you to the market to buy two new pairs of shoes."

Hearing this, Su Yunjing had some other thoughts.

There will be one less class on Friday afternoon, and Su Yunjing was picked up by Song Wenqian, and it was only [-]:[-].

Song Wenqian planned to make dumplings at night, so she went to the kitchen to chop meat stuffing.

When she came out of the kitchen with the minced meat and noodles, she saw Su Yunjing squatting on the balcony.

"Mingming, what are you doing?" Song Wenqian walked over.

Su Yunjing was cleaning shoes. He passed Song Wenqian and Lu Tao through the shoe cabinet, but found all the unwashed shoes.

There were also two pairs of women's high-heeled leather shoes, and Su Yunjing polished them with shoe polish.

Song Wenqian was shocked.

Recently, my son has become more and more sensible. He started to take out the trash on his own initiative, and even helped clean up after dinner, wipe the table, and move the bench.

These are all within his capabilities, but the operation of brushing shoes really made Song Wenqian confused.

How did you remember this?

Shouldn't...

Song Wenqian touched her stomach subconsciously, guessing wildly in surprise.

"Mom, can I ask you something?" Su Yunjing asked shyly while holding a shoe brush.

Song Wenqian's lips trembled slightly, and she asked calmly, "Do you not want your mother to give you another brother or sister?"

what?

Su Yunjing was taken aback for a moment, but remembering that Song Wenqian had a bad appetite and that Lu Tao was careful with her, he suddenly understood.

"Mom, are you pregnant?" Su Yunjing stared at Song Wenqian's belly.

Song Wenqian could hear the uncertainty in his words, and asked dully, "You don't know?"

Su Yunjing shook his head, "I don't know."

Song Wenqian: ...

Su Yunjing: ...

The mother and son looked at each other for a moment.

Both sides saw embarrassment in the other's eyes.

Song Wenqian coughed, maintaining her superficial composure, "You said you asked me just now, what did you ask me for?"

Su Yunjing thinks it's better to solve it first, the little guy in his mother's stomach is more important.

Because he felt that Song Wenqian seemed to have misunderstood him.

"Mom, do you have a baby?"

Song Wenqian didn't answer, but asked Su Yunjing nervously, "Do you want a younger brother or younger sister?"

As far as Su Yunjing was concerned, he supported Song Wenqian and Lu Tao in having a second child.

As long as the couple have discussed it, no matter what they do, he will have no objection.

Moreover, they have already had children, and abortion is very harmful to women.

Su Yun nodded, "Mom, give birth, whether it is a younger sister or a younger brother, I will take care of him."

Song Wenqian's nose was a little sore, she took Su Yunjing's hand, put it on her stomach, and assured him earnestly.

"Don't worry, if you have younger brothers and sisters, your mother will love you very much."

Having a second child is very common in small counties, but her family's situation is different. Song Wenqian is always worried that if she has another child, Su Yunjing will feel that they have given up on him who is sick.

Song Wenqian's belly was already a little bulging, but to the touch, it wasn't as soft as being fat.

Su Yunjing has never touched a pregnant mother-to-be, so it feels quite strange.

"Very good, really, I like children." Su Yunjing thought of Fu Hanzhou, and suddenly felt proud, "I must be a good brother."

He took care of Xiao Kujiao, let alone other children.

Hearing what he said, Song Wenqian was finally relieved, she lowered her head and kissed Su Yunjing.

"Well, my son is so obedient and sensible, he will definitely be a good brother in the future."

"By the way, what did you want to tell mom just now?"

When Su Yunjing asked his parents for money, he seemed to lack confidence.

"Mom, I met a good friend in the orphanage. It's going to be winter soon. Can you buy him a pair of cotton shoes too?"

In the past few months, Su Yunjing always went to the orphanage. Song Wenqian knew that he had a good friend with a nice name, Fu Hanzhou.

She has also seen children, who are very beautiful.

Song Wenqian thought he had something important to do, but she didn't expect it to be this, so she readily agreed.

Su Yunjing breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Wenqian made good noodles, let it out for a while, and then she was ready to make dumplings.

Su Yunjing moved onto the small bench, washed his hands, and was going to roll dumpling wrappers for Song Wenqian.

Song Wenqian didn't count on him, but she took an extra small rolling pin and taught him how to roll the skin.

"Thicker in the middle and thinner at the sides, yes, that's it."

Su Yunjing held a small rolling pin in his two small hands. Although the rolling pin was not round, it met Song Wenqian's requirements otherwise.

Song Wenqian looked at Su Yunjing who was seriously rolling out the leather, and couldn't help sighing, "You are much better than your father, and I don't know who will be lucky enough to marry my son in the future."

Su Yunjing: ...Is it too early to say this now?

When Lu Tao came back from the store, he was scolded by Song Wenqian.

Lu Tao, who was being scolded for no reason, glanced at Su Yunjing who was obediently serving dumplings from the kitchen.

Song Wenqian immediately said distressedly, "Put it down son, it's hot, let your dad carry it."

Su Yunjing's good performance caused Lu Tao's status at home to drop again and again.

"Come on, don't burn you." Lu Tao slapped him on the buttocks, "Boy, you've been doing really well recently."

Su Yunjing: ...