Chapter 1096: Bar encounter (eight)

Shui Anluo waited until the little baby fell asleep again, finally exhaled, and slowly took a step back.
Chu Cuiyi did not wake up, it must be exhausted.
It turns out that the fighting power of a child is far more than that of a male god.
Shui Anluo pressed down his neck to go downstairs. The year 29 was the day when the Spring Festival couplet was cleaned at home. The servants were cleaned and went home for the Chinese New Year holiday, so Chu Mobai was writing couplets. I'll post it later.
He Xiaoran grinds ink for him on one side, and Shui Anluo goes downstairs, watching this scene is very envious.
Maybe she and Chu Muyi will do the same?
He Xiaoran looked up and saw Shui Anluo standing on the steps, his face changed slightly, and said lightly: "The kitchen has breakfast for you, go to breakfast first." He Xiaoran said, watching her husband write again.
Shui Anluo scratched his head, greeted him nicely, and went to the kitchen.
She thought her mother-in-law would blame her for getting up late, but did not expect to speak so well today.
Chu Mobai looked up at his wife, his lips twitched slightly. "This is not very good. The child is not afraid of you and can be close to you."
"I finally understand Mom's feelings now, no wonder she targeted me so much at the beginning." He Xiaoran sighed, "but I didn't wince like her."
"That's how Luo Luo cares about you." Chu Mobai sighed.
"It's as if I don't care about your mother." He Xiaoran said, and Mo didn't wear any more, so he turned directly upstairs.
"Hey, you—" Chu Mobai looked at his wife who was going upstairs, and she really said like her son, is this second menopause?
Shui Anluo ate a little, watched her mother-in-law go upstairs, and be careful of her liver, she didn't do anything, right?
"Girl, come over and help my father grind the ink." Chu Mobai said, and continued to write the Spring Festival couplet.
"Ah-" Shui Anluo answered loudly, stuffed the last bite of rice into his mouth, and ran out.
Chu Mobai's writing brush is very beautiful and has everyone's style.
And as domineering as his people.
In her first year of marriage with Chu Cuiyi, she had spent the Spring Festival alone in her apartment, so she did n’t know that her father-in-law would write about the Spring Festival couplet, so this time it was inevitably a little more curious.
"Does Dad write it himself every year?" Shui Anluo said as he grinded the ink, "My dad wrote when I was a kid, but I did n’t do it later."
Chu Mobai's hand paused, and he continued to write the words in his hand.
"Your father, you have a good hand." Chu Mobai sighed.
Shui Anluo tilted his head slightly: "Dad, have you been familiar with my father before?"
She remembered that the father-in-law even chased it out that day, and when his father came, he was very enthusiastic.
"Familiarity doesn't count, that is, when you were young, your father saved my life." Chu Mobai said, looking down at the girl standing next to him. "At that time, I did n’t even know the muddy-winged mother. I like mountain climbing. When I went to Mount Everest, I encountered an avalanche and it was your father who saved me. "
Shui Anluo listened to Qi Qiran, who was facing an avalanche more than 30 years ago. What a danger?
"Our grades are similar, but at that time, your father had something that I did not have. We spent three days and three nights in the snow. I felt several times that we could not go out alive. Your father told me at the time that he was going to die. Go out and die, don't die beside him. "
Now that Chu Mobai mentioned the past, he still could n’t help feeling,
Your father, it ’s just born for that place, as if any avalanche is in his eyes, it ’s as flat as the ground.