intangible heritage

"father!"

The little glutinous rice dumpling ran over happily, Qin Rongji bent down and opened his arms tacitly, and hugged the person who smelled of milk into his arms.

Burying it between his neck and sniffing deeply, his arms tightened involuntarily. This is the treasure he lost and recovered.

Jiang Xun then followed, but he didn't go in, and leaned close to the door, looking at the affectionate father and son in front of him, the smile on his lips gradually faded until it disappeared without a trace.

As soon as Qin Rong came, Aze got away from the omnipotent nanny, stretched his waist as if sending him into a big trouble, and sighed in Jiang Xun's ear: "Finally I'm going to send this little brat away." He said, He thumped his waist in response to the situation, "But I'm tired, brother Xun, you don't know how annoying the brat is."

Jiang Xun hummed without emotion, his gaze kept on Qin Rong.

Aze saw that Jiang Xun was not very interested: "Brother Xun is not happy?"

Jiang Xun didn't reply.

A Ze thought that Jiang Xun was reluctant to part with Qin Nian, so he stroked his chin and said, "The brat is quite cute, to be serious, I'm a bit reluctant."

He doesn't like to cry or make trouble, just like a little adult, give him a drawing board, he can play by himself until dark.

These days, such obedient children are rare, and Qin Nian is like a little sun, radiating enthusiasm without sparing any effort.

The most difficult thing for these people who are begging for life on the tip of their knives is this kind of pure warmth.

"Like it?" Jiang Xun finally responded, and cast a sideways glance at A Ze, "Go give birth to yourself."

Aze scratched his head, the scar on his face trembling with his smile, "I'm not capable of that." He looked at Qin Nian, then at Jiang Xun, and said thoughtfully, "Oh, I have to say, little The cub looks a lot like you."

Jiang Xun snorted, they are the sons of the old man, don't they look like them?

Afterwards, Jiang Xun's complexion became more and more serious, like dark clouds.

But here, it seemed that he was worried that Jiang Xun would go back on his word, there was almost no delay, Qin Rong was about to take someone back, Jiang Xun naturally had no objection, and kindly became the driver again.

When in the car, Qin Rong's hands and body were firmly in front of Qin Nian, trying to avoid Jiang Xun's sight, he knew how much Jiang Xun hated Qin Nian.

Jiang Xun caught a glimpse of Qin Rong's movements through the rearview mirror, his face became even more gloomy, and he snorted twice, "What is brother afraid of? I don't know how to eat children."

Hearing this, Qin Nian grabbed Qin Rong with his hands, his small head protruded from his arms, and echoed in a childish voice: "Father is not afraid, Uncle Jiang doesn't eat children."

Qin Rong was stunned for a moment before realizing that the Uncle Jiang he was talking about was Jiang Xun.

For a moment, strange emotions filled his body, he raised his head nervously to look at Jiang Xun, for fear that Jiang Xun would be displeased, but Jiang Xun had no expression on his face, as if he acquiesced to this name.

In the rearview mirror, Jiang Xun met Qin Rong's gaze full of playfulness, "Or do you want the little thing to call me brother?"

These words sounded extremely harsh, Qin Rong speculated that Jiang Xun must be in a bad mood, but when he came, he was clearly not bad, and it was there that angered him, Qin Rong couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to touch Jiang Xun. Just shut up and say nothing.

But these actions inadvertently angered Jiang Xun even more, and his tone suddenly became mocking and sarcastic, "Maybe brother wants to hear me call you," he raised his eyes, and the cold words came out like a throwing knife. Jiang Xun spat out, "Mom?"

If he is not feeling well, he will make everyone suffer together.

These two words were like a slap in the face without any warning, making Qin Rong's face turn pale and pale. He clenched his palm tightly, restraining his emotions, but his trembling lips betrayed him without reservation.

It can be said that the familiar embarrassment is like a tornado sweeping through the whole body, wishing to nail every piece of his flesh with the mark of bullying.

The tension in the adult world does not affect the children. When Qin Nian heard the word "little mother", his round eyes kept rolling, as if he was trying to understand, but he found nothing.

So, Qin Nian asked, "Father, what is Little Mom?"

Jiang Xun answered for Qin Rong: "That's—"

"Jiang Xun!" Qin Rong interrupted him quickly, the volume was loud enough, but without any momentum, he trembled his lips, and closed his eyes in embarrassment: "Don't do this."

His left hand was clasped firmly on his right arm, thick eyelashes covered his eyes, trembling slightly, his lips were extremely pale, as if a catastrophe had happened, and he would pass out in the next second.

Seeing Qin Rong like this, Jiang Xun couldn't help but froze, and finally he snorted coldly and looked away.

The servants were still on vacation, and the Qin residence was as empty as a deserted house.

After Qin Rong coaxed Qin Nian to sleep, she tiptoedly closed the door, went to Jiang Xun's door, stood there for a while, and then knocked hesitantly.

After a few knocks, the door was pulled open.

Just after taking a shower, Jiang Xun came out and opened the door with a bath towel in his back. The water droplets rolled on his strong abdominal muscles. His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it was slightly hoarse, which added a touch of sexiness, "What's the matter?"

He looked Qin Rong up and down, and finally stopped on Qin Rong's face, as if to humiliate Qin Rong, he said on purpose: "Or did you not hear enough of the name "little mother" in the car? He came here for excitement in the middle of the night. "

"A Xun." Qin Rong swayed his body, his nails sank into his flesh, and he said word by word: "I'm not your little mother."

Jiang Xun leaned halfway against the door, first heheed mockingly, and then suddenly realized: "That's right, the old man didn't give you a title until he died, you really aren't up to the mark."

For the sake of the old man, Qin Rong tried his best, but in the end, the old man refused to give him even a mark, which is really ridiculous.

Qin Rong said, "Master and I are not in the relationship you think."

"Oh?" Jiang Xun raised a disdainful smile, "What's the relationship? Sleeping on a bed," he touched Qin Rong's abdomen with his fingertips, "It makes your belly grow bigger, like a monster. I got a bastard, what could it be?"

"No," Qin Rong gritted his teeth, "Nian Nian is not, "

He should have told Jiang Xun, but what Jiang Xun said when he came back made him lose his courage.

Qin Nian is still so young.

"Not a bastard?" Jiang Xun lowered his head slightly, and said jokingly, "I still want to say that it's not an old bastard, whose is it? Could it be mine? I just touched you once," the corner of his lips twitched. The smile gradually filled with malice, and he whispered in Qin Rong's ear, "Pengci doesn't play like this."

How vicious, Qin Rong couldn't think of anything more murderous than these words in the world, which almost made him unable to stand upright.

Yesterday, in this house, Jiang Xun even kissed him, saying that he didn't hate him anymore, that he didn't care anymore.

But today, he seemed to have changed his soul again, stabbing his heart every word.

Should he trust that Jiang Xun?Or every one of them is fake.

[The author has something to say]: Thank Ying for the reward of Camwu Fuxian*1