Chapter 229: [Unscheduled serialization] family

Wang Hong decided that things were on the agenda.
However, Chen Rong is not easy to look forward to the eldest son, where will they be willing to leave at this time? After a few days of pondering, I finally decided that after two months, the couple sent three sons to Jiankang, and then stayed for a few days.
The family does not have to be separated immediately, whether it is Chen Rong or a few small ones, it is a big heart.
Chen Rong’s daughter grew up day by day.
When I was two months old, the little guy had completely got rid of the appearance of the wrinkled red monkey.
In the study, Chen Rong stared at the increasingly white-haired daughter, and couldn't help but hold her to Wang Hong, who was in the book.
Wang Hong was busy for a while, seeing his wife quietly setting a desk, asking for words and endings, picking an eyebrow and asking: "What?"
Chen Rong put her daughter down and let her face face Wang Hong, whispering and uneasily saying, "Master, who do you look like?"
Wang Hong glanced at the clear and indifferent eyes, faintly said: "Like me."
He frowned and turned to Chen Rong and said, "What are you thinking about?"
Chen Rong’s smile was a bit stiff. She bowed her head to the daughter in her arms and said,
The child is still so small, the eyebrows are straight and thick, the eyes are clear and cold, and the lips are thin. I don't like to cry anything."
She swallowed a slobber, and said very uncomfortably: "Where is the husband, will it be really said by the three boys, our daughter, is a long-term hero?"
Not to mention, Wang Hongben didn't care, but listening to it, his brow wrinkled. Look down at the daughter and look at it carefully.
At this moment, the child is also looking up to see his father.
The eyes of the sky, such as the autumn sky, with a hint of glaze, this color makes her dawn too pure, purely a bit cold.
The little face is white, the two eyebrows are really straight and very black, with the black furry attire attached to the baby hair, this child, very much like a small Lang.
Slowly, Wang Hong’s brows wrinkled more and more tightly. After a while, he said: "The child looks like his grandfather."
Wang Hong instant did not stare at her daughter, and slowly said: "There is no child's long-term relationship with my heart." The voice is a bit weak.
Chen Rongzheng was going back to the bricks, and a light and chaotic footstep came.
Almost all of the footsteps were in the ear, and Wang Hong leaned back and put down the book in his hand, and Chen Rong was already a kind-faced person.
"Hey," a burst of footsteps came in, people still had no entry, and the two children were exactly the same, and they rushed to the front, "I said that my mother is here."
"Whose, of course, there is a mother, the father's words are better, and the smile is more charming. When the white skirt is blown up by the wind, it is also floating."
Is this praise or ridicule? Wang Hongshen took a deep breath. Since these little boys can talk, deep breathing has become his usual movement.
After a few clicks, the two boys slammed in. As soon as they saw Chen Rong and the little girl in her arms, they shouted at the same time.
One left and one right rushed to Chen Rong, and the two children held her on one side of the thigh. "Mother, look at my sister and see my sister."
Chen Rong laughed, and she carefully placed her daughter on the couch.
As soon as the daughter was flat, the two boys flew to her side.
Chen Rongchao looked at her and told her to take care of her. Lightly walked behind Wang Hong. Gently giving him a slap on his shoulder, Chen Rong whispered: "This time I will return to Jiankang, I am afraid that there are many people who pay attention."
Suddenly, she sighed: "Sometimes think about it, I am quite scared."
Wang Hong gently caressed her hand and was about to comfort. Wang Hao shouted there: "A Ling A Ling, you see the little girl, her eyebrows are very interesting."
The six-year-old boy looked at his sister, and compared with his brother, he said with a big eyes, "A Ling, my sister's eyebrows are like a sword, unlike ours, like a willow."
The other boy also made a serious comparison. In the end, he said a little more, and said with a sympathetic attitude: "My sister's eyebrows are too ugly, and like ours, it looks better than the mother's eyebrows."
Almost the boy’s voice fell, Wang Hong on one side had a low voice, and he ordered the words: "This kind of words cannot be said later."
The two children asked in unison: "Why?"
Wang Hong’s voice is light and cold. "No reason."
Wang Ling’s father made a big face and smiled and said:
The father doesn’t need to say that I know it. My father is sad. It’s hard to give birth to a heroic child, but it’s a little girl.

When he said this, the ice was cold and the bones were cold, and the two children were connected. At the same time, the waist was a cat, and one of them flashed out of the study.
Two months have arrived.
After the production of Chen Rong, because the physical quality is good, it is almost recuperated.
When the family was prepared, they took the carriage and took the most beautiful guards out of the door.
The landscape of the south of the Yangtze River is always soft and with a few minutes of cotton. The team is not in a hurry to hurry, it looks like a place everywhere, listening to Wu Yu soft words, watching the mountains and rivers, which sentimental, is still better than usual.
Because the child is still young, Chen Rong is not at ease, he lives with the nurse and watches the daughter. Listening to the screams of the two sons, looking at the more and more close to the Qingshan Mountain, Chen Rongyang smiled and whispered: "This time, I really don't have to be afraid."
The two boys have been longing for Jiankang and have been urging the road, plus their physical fitness is good, and they can withstand the toss. But after a month and a half, I came to the city.
After the city, it is Jiankang.
Revisiting the old place, Wang Xuan’s eyes are shining.
It was at noon, his two younger brothers tossed and fell asleep, and the whole team seemed quieter.
Slowly, the team came to the place where Wang Xuan had suffered a big loss last time.
Quickly put the bucket down again, Wang Xuan wanted to pull the curtain down, but when he thought of his father's teaching, he pressed the impulse.
Just put the hand beside the leg, slowly holding the jade flute, he held it tightly, and suddenly used the flute as a weapon.
If the city is still the same, the robes are big sleeves, and the clothes and shoes are romantic.
When Wang Xuan looked around, four strange people entered his eyes.
The carriage gradually approached.
When I passed by, the voice of the four people was floating, and Wang Xuan, who was already very sensitive, quickly listened. "It’s been half a year, and I still can’t see the whereabouts of the boy that day. It’s definitely not coming.

"That is, the master uses this kind of waiting for the rabbit to catch people, no."
"The master said, it's hard to get a rare color in a hundred years. It's hard to get it. You think, in the first half of the year, the master has made Zhuangzi well, and the gold anklet is ready, just waiting for him to appear."
Lowering the voice, the man said again: "The master said, the boy and Xie Heting met, apparently also has an identity. If you meet him, things need to be done without knowing, ghosts."
At this moment, one person cried: "The master is here."
The four turned their heads at the same time. They just wanted to hear, but they saw the master's direction in front of him, and pressed the expression of ecstasy.