The green camphor tree has a deep view

"elder sister!"

At the entrance of the kindergarten, Jing Long ran over with his little arms spread out, and threw himself into Wen Qing's arms.

Wen Qing squatted down and hugged him, touched his head with a smile on her face, and asked: "Are you happy today?"

"Happy!" Jing Long answered loudly. His two round eyes were clearly black and white, and his pupils were bright, like a pair of rolling mercury beads.

He has broad and high brow bones, and his facial features are all identical to Song Weiming, but Song Jingshen looks a bit cold, perhaps because he inherited more family-oriented genes.

Why did I suddenly think of him? Wen Qing shook her head, trying to get that man's face out of her mind.

"Sister, what are we having for dinner tonight?" Jing Long asked.

Wen Qing smiled and took off the small schoolbag on his back and put it on his shoulder: "What do you want to eat?"

"As long as you do it, it's fine." Jing Long walked happily, squatting down from time to time to fiddle with the bushes and flowers on the roadside, looking at everything with curiosity.

Wen Qing stopped and waited for him. Perhaps it was because blood is thicker than water, but being with Jing Long, she felt an unprecedented intimacy and relaxation.

Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, a week has passed. Every afternoon, she picks Jing Long up and takes him back to the Song family. She cooks and eats for him, plays with him, reads picture books with him, and waits until he falls asleep before turning on the computer to process data. She always stays up very late.

Fortunately, Jing Long has adapted to living with her and no longer asks for his parents. However, he doesn't want to eat the food cooked by the nanny at home and only wants to eat what she cooks.

Wen Qing has been used to cooking since she was a child, and she inherited her grandmother's good cooking skills. In order to make Jing Long happy, she cooks in different ways.

"How about having soft fried shrimps tonight?" The Song family has all kinds of ingredients, which makes it easy for her to do whatever she wants.

"Okay." Jing Long was intently inserting small sticks into the mud on the side of the road. Normally, his mother wouldn't let him play with this, but sister Qing'er was nice enough to let him play with it. "Look, sister! I'm planting trees!"

In the mud, a thin stick stood upright. Its roots were buried too shallowly and it swayed in the wind.

"Jing Long is awesome!" Wen Qing praised sincerely. Seeing that Jing Long's little hands were black and there was mud between his nails, she quickly took out wet wipes from her bag.

"When I grow up, I want to plant a large forest and call it Song Jinglong Forest!" Jinglong stretched out his hand for Wen Qing to wipe the mud while expressing his lofty ambitions.

Wen Qing burst out laughing: "What Song Jinglong Forest? I think you might as well plant some Longjing trees and give them away for free."

"Humph! You're making fun of me again." Jing Long pushed her away and ran away with a pout, "I don't want to eat shrimp anymore, I want to eat McDonald's!"

"Hey, but your mother won't let you eat it." Wen Qing sighed. Her aunt was worried about the food outside, and the Song family had plenty of people to cook. Jing Long was five years old and had hardly eaten street fast food.

Jing Long lowered his head, and most of the energy he had just jumped up and down disappeared. Wen Qing bent down and pulled his little hand: "I'll go home and make you a burger, okay? And French fries and fried chicken nuggets."

"After doing so much, are you still able to do my job?" A low voice suddenly sounded behind me.

Wen Qing looked back and saw Song Jingshen standing not far away, looking at her with an unexpected expression.

"Brother, why are you here?" Jing Long stood in front of Wen Qing and asked, "Did you go to see grandma?"

Song Jingshen lowered his eyes and glanced at his little brother who looked like a bean bun - he was really small. After five years, he was still not as tall as his calf.

He ignored Xiao Doubao's question and turned his gaze back to Wen Qing's face: "It's been many days, why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips and said nothing. She felt from the bottom of her heart that she, her aunt, and Jing Long were a family, and there was a layer of separation between her and the Song family.

Not talking again! Song Jingshen looked at her depressedly for a moment, reached out to her shoulder, took off the funny-looking torn schoolbag, and turned away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Wen Qing quickly grabbed him. There was Jing Long's bedtime picture book in the bag!

"Let's go eat KFC!" Song Jingshen walked towards the black G-Class on the side of the road without looking back, opened the car door, and threw his schoolbag into the back seat.

"Yeah, let's go eat KFC!" Jing Long cheered and ran towards the Big G. Wen Qing was stunned.

"Sister, come quickly! Brother is treating us to KFC!" Jing Long got into the car quickly and waved his chubby little hands at her, fearing that she would miss this great benefit.

Wen Qing sighed, climbed into the car reluctantly, and sat in the back seat with Jing Long.

Seeing her get into the car, Song Jingshen smiled complacently, slammed the door, sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away.

The KFC in the shopping mall is always bustling with kids sliding down the slide and playing with ocean balls in the toy corner, while young parents are bored and scrolling through their phones while eating hamburgers and French fries.

At a table by the window, Song Jingshen and Song Jinglong sat face to face, staring at each other.

"You and your sister have been living in the mansion these days?"

"Yes. Uncle Yu drives us every morning."

"What about tonight?"

"Sometimes Uncle Yu picks me up, and sometimes Sister Zhu Yu drops me off."

Oh, no wonder Zhu Yu tried so hard to cover for her at the regular project team meeting this morning.

"Something happened to Wen Qing's relative, so she has to help take care of the children, but she has done a lot of work." At the regular meeting, Zhu Yu reported on the progress of the data group's work in the past week. "It was midnight when she sent me the data last night. She probably had to wait until the children fell asleep before she could do it. I summarized it this morning and gave it to Zhao Jin. I think there should be no delay."

Zhu Yu asked worriedly with a flattering smile on his face.

"Her relatives are in trouble, why let her take care of the child?"

Song Jingshen's question was completely unexpected. Zhu Yu stammered and answered, "I don't know either. She suddenly said that she wanted to go to her relatives' house that day, so I sent her there. She didn't come back that night. She said that the adults were out busy, and she wanted to stay with the children."

Song Jingshen looked at the child opposite him, his eyebrows wrinkled into a pimple.

She has his WeChat and phone number, but she took care of the baby without saying a word. The key point is that the baby is his younger brother. Is she ignoring his existence?

"Sister is here!" Jing Long suddenly pointed across and shouted. Song Jingshen turned around and saw Wen Qing coming over with a tray full of several meal sets.

"Wow! I want to eat, I want to eat." Jing Long stretched out his little fleshy hand to take the hamburger, but was gently pushed away by Wen Qing.

"Have you washed your hands?" Wen Qing put the set meal on the table and took Jing Long to the bathroom. "Wash thoroughly. You just played in the mud."

Song Jingshen looked at the two of them without saying a word and thought the scene was quite heartwarming.

After a while, Jing Long washed his hands and sat at the table, looking at the burgers with shining eyes: "Haha, there are so many, which one should I eat first?"

"Let's have something non-spicy." Wen Qing wiped the water off her hands, picked up a hamburger, and deftly peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing the creamy yellow bread, beef patty, and tender green lettuce inside.

Jing Long grabbed the burger with both hands and devoured it in big bites.

"Your mother doesn't allow you to eat these..." Wen Qing picked up a napkin and wiped the salad dressing from the corner of his mouth, muttering worriedly, "I hope you won't get sick from eating this."

"You won't die from eating it." Song Jingshen said lightly.

Wen Qing glared at him with disgust and said nothing.

Song Jingshen laughed: "Why are you glaring at me? You let him play in the mud behind his mother's back, what did I say?"

My aunt did not allow Jing Long to play in the mud. Last time Jing Long was playing in the mud by the lake in the old house, he was frightened by the cry of geese and almost fell into the lake.

Wen Qing retorted in a low voice: "We are not playing by the lake..."

"Pretending to obey but secretly disobeying, following the old ways," Song Jingshen stared at her face and asked with a half smile, "Is this how you teach your children?"