Chapter 637: Lost my heart

The appearance and interior layout of all the houses in Jingyun Mountain Villa are the same. Each house is equipped with necessary facilities such as the front and back small gardens, and Zhao Hanfufu. Like home, although they are not in Beijing for a long time, there is no family at home. When they come back to eat, they are all in the house of Ling Jingxuan, but there is something Ling Jingxuan has equipped them when they build the house. They can come back at any time. live.
When Ling Jingxuan took the small group into the hall of their home, as the little buns said, the iron dolls squatted in front of them, the faces of the husband and the husband were not very good-looking. Ling Jingxuan quietly pushed the small group, and Xiaopengdun also Intelligent, looked up at him and ran in.
"Zhao Shu, Ling Shu, I am coming to see you."
Xiaopengdun rushed directly into the arms of Han Fei. Han Fei, who was not very good-looking in his face, gradually calmed down. He reached out and sat on his lap and sat: "The small scorpion is a few months away, Han Shudu I miss you."
The small group is not only the treasure of Jingxuan's family, but also the treasure of their hearts. Han Fei's love for him is no less than that of the iron doll. Every time he comes back from outside, he will bring him delicious food, except this year, every year. On his birthday, they will also leave everything to work hard, just to send him a gift and tell him a happy birthday.
"People also want Han Shu."
The small group used to be happy, and after thinking about it, they did not forget to turn to Zhao Dalong: "I also want Zhao Shu."
"Oh, this child, is it so sweet?"
Han Fei was teased by him. Even Zhao Dalong, who had always been calm and unspeakable, couldn’t help but smile. Ling Jingxuan, who was behind him, smiled and walked over and pulled up the iron baby: "Is this dry again? The child just came back and let He groaned, you don't feel bad?"
He can be distressed. For five years, he has never let the children look down on it, let alone punish them. No matter what the disaster they have, he is at most rigorously teaching them.
"Can you not feel bad? But he hey, Jing Xuan, I don't know what to do? You said that he did not take good exams, why do you have to be a teacher?"
Speaking of this, the smile on Han Fei’s face disappeared instantly. What have they been trying to run around for years? Isn't it that I want to give him the best living environment, so that he can take the exam without any concern? When he lost the show, he and Long Ge were almost happy to fly. In just a few months, he actually told them that he did not intend to be an official, just wanted to be a teacher, I hope they can understand How do they understand? In their consciousness, the teacher who teaches is the kind of work that people who do not have the test can do. The only way out for the reader is to take the fame and name. Now he just gave up when he was ten years old. They really can't understand it.
In fact, this can not blame them, after all, the big environment is so, not everyone can be as open-minded as Ling Jingxuan would think.
"Oh, Han, are you missing something?"
Pulling the iron doll standing by his side, Ling Jingxuan smiled and asked without a head.
"What's lost? No!"
Han Feiyiyi, suddenly confused, the next Zhao Dalong also Zhang Er’s monk could not figure it out, Ling Jingxuan said with a smile:
Remember the days of Lingjia Village in the past? When you have not earned this family business yet I remember that you only want to ask your child to read and read the words. If you want to take a fame, you can’t expect it. Rao is like this. For some reason, the iron baby still can’t read in the book opened by Ling’s father, and then Our conditions have gradually improved, and we have met Yunhan. Under his nod, the children can finally read the book. At that time, did you even think that the children must take the fame? But now, you seem to have lost that. At the beginning of the heart, the iron doll itself is the first brother of the emperor, and it is not a problem to test the merits. As long as he thinks, he can stand on the court at any time. Zhao Ge, Han Ge, is not the only one who is the only official. Outlet, you look at the big names, they are born at most, but they are admired by the world’s scholars. Some even the emperor must politely give three points. They also teach. People, can you say that they are not doing business? Iron Wazi wants to teach Mr. Book has long been told to me, I don't think there is anything wrong, 36 things go out, maybe he will also Can you be a great celebrity who is respected by the world? Why do you want him to be an official?"
In a word, Zhao Hanfu was speechless. I don’t know when it was just beginning. They gradually took it for granted that the children would one day take the fame and be in the court! When you think about it, it should be that they see the child working very hard and the days are getting better. Is it really that they are wrong?
"Father, hey, I know that you all hope that I can take the merits into the DPRK, but I really don't like to be an official. I only like to study. I will study hard later, and I promised to do it, or I will take it. But not for the purpose of being an official, but for being a gentleman who can let more students set foot in the officialdom. I really like the feeling of teaching others and ask my father to promise!"
Ling Jingxuan quietly pinched the waist of the iron doll, the latter instantly met, and they squatted in front of them again in the first two steps. The little handsome face intertwined the request and firmness. At the beginning, he did not intend to tell them now. Who knows that when they are old, they inadvertently say that they have missed their mouths, but this is also good. Ask their parents to agree early, and he will not face them in the future.
"You all said this, do we dare not agree?"
Delivering the small group to Zhao Dalong, Han Fei bent over and helped him. Jing Xuan was right. The better and better life gradually made them forget the initial heart. They started out just to make the children better. I don't know when, but they have imposed their hopes on the children. Even his demands from the heart have been neglected. There is nothing wrong with teaching Mr., before the change, the iron doll can do the teaching of Mr. Things that you can't even think about.
"Thank you!"
The iron doll slammed his eyes wide, and then excitedly rushed into the past and hugged him tightly. His tears were spinning in his eyes, and he knew that he was hurting him.
"You are sorry for this child, you forgot to worry about your preferences."
Han Fei couldn't help but red-eyed, and the sound was soaked in sorrow. Thanks to Jing Xuan, he would make a big mistake. Even if he was forced to be an official, he would not be happy for a lifetime. I am afraid that there will be no reason to give birth to a heart, that is, he is not willing to see it anyway.
"爹爹"
Tears couldn’t help anymore. The iron baby buryed himself in his neck and cried out. When he saw it, Ling Jingxuan got up and took a small group from Zhao Dalong’s hand:
Zhao Ge Han Ge, Xiao Qi, they came, wait I will remember to come over for dinner."
Said, Ling Jingxuan took the small group to prepare to leave, and then the time when their family members complained about each other, he and the small group did not need to blend.
"Ok"
Han Fei nodded and nodded, Zhao Dalong did not pay attention to staying with him. When he turned around, the six-foot man opened his arms and hugged his wife and children. The left-handed Ling Jingxuan’s mouth was slightly curved. After all, Zhao Ge’s brother’s painful iron baby Otherwise, if he said that he was ruined, they could not agree.
"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Out of their house, the small group asked with a curious look. They just gave birth to a brother who was crying. Why do you still laugh?
"Of course, I am happy to laugh. Our small group is still small, don't understand, and you will know when you grow up."
Ling Jingxuan extended his finger and pointed his nose to him. He took him back to their house. There were only Yuntai and Lingwang’s mother and daughter in the hall. Others estimated that they were busy with their own. Ling Jingxuan thought about it. Still took the son to go.
"The little corps of our family is back, come here."
The three people who were chatting were seeing them. Wang Jinyu’s happy hands extended, the small group was not polite, and he broke away from Ling Jingxuan’s hand and ran over:
When, when is the meal, people are hungry? ""
Although he didn't care about eating a lot at the palace banquet, because he didn't like to watch those adults talking, after eating, he went to play with his nine brothers. When he returned to God, he told him to go home again. At this time, he was already hungry.
"Yes? Let the milk touch your little belly and see if you are really hungry."
"Haha is itchy, don't be so itchy."
When Wang Jinyu said, he reached out and touched his small belly. The small group suddenly smiled and turned over. The little hand kept pushing him. Wang Jinyu retracted his hand after a while: "It seems that it is really hungry, small dumplings. The little belly is hungry."
It’s obvious that they will be savage, and only they will blink and talk, and the neighboring Ling Jingxuan’s desire to vomit is gone. The small squad that returned to this house is the biggest, even he can’t afford it.
"Oh, people don't lie."
Finally, it didn't itch. The small scorpion pouted out the white teeth, and the small appearance suddenly erupted several elders.
"Well, since I am hungry, I will pick up my sister and come over to eat. I will let Shui Linger serve."
Can't stand the mother's gaze that they can get rid of the dead, Ling Jingxuan is urging the small group to leave.
"it is good."
One listened to pick up the younger sister, the small group was decisively slipped to the ground, and the wind and fire ran out. The cloud was too busy, and the three people were busy shouting slowly and slowly. Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly: "Ling Yun, let the kitchen start." Let's not have to send them, I think they should go to the mountains at night."
Rarely come back, they must be going to turn around, and by the way, the tiger brother is familiar with the terrain.
"Yes"
Lingyun took the lead and retired. Ling Jingxuan sent his back on his face and smiled on his face: "Hey, I asked you to write a letter to Lao Song and they came to Beijing. Did you write?"
Three years ago, most of the people followed the capital, but the old Songs stayed in Lingjia Village to help them manage their family business, but now it is basically unnecessary. He has already let Long Hanqing take over the Lingjia Village. Industry, they can all come to Beijing.
"Written, it is estimated that it will be coming soon. In the past two days, Jinghan received a letter from them, saying that it was packed and then came."
Although the son never said why he suddenly wanted to go to Beijing, but as long as he told him, they would try to do it. As soon as he received the letter, he would send the letter back.
"That's good."
Ling Jingxuan nodded with satisfaction. Originally, he wanted her mother and her aunt to help design the wedding dress. Later, he thought about it again. Two pairs of new dresses, he had to design it himself. This is the first half wedding of their Jingyun Villa. To make it hot, the wind and the scenery will marry his two gimmicks.