Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

The mother-in-law was angry and left it to her own son to solve the problem. Wangshu had no choice but to coax her children to sleep. She knelt in the middle of two small beds with fences, holding her hands on the left and right. The two soft, innocent and carefree little faces only had their mother in their eyes. She kept urging her, "Mom, Mom, sing faster, sing faster~"

For the 101st time, Wangshu softly sang "The Lotus Picking Song".

“Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and the lotus leaves are so lush and green.

There are two carps playing with each other in the blue waves.

Fish play on lotus leaves in the east, fish play on lotus leaves in the west,

Fish play on lotus leaves in the south, fish play on lotus leaves in the north.

Whose children are hiding deep in the lotus leaves, laughing and throwing a pair of lotus flowers across the water..."

In the side courtyard, Wang looked at her son striding in and said coldly, "Why, are you here to teach your mother a lesson?"

She leaned back in the armchair with a desperate look, her short shirt was cut very low on her chest, her breasts rose and fell, and her clothes were too thin.

Qin Xiuyuan just found it funny that a grandmother who disliked her grandchildren chewing ribs with their hands was dressed like this in front of her son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren as if nothing had happened.

"The last time I saw Mother sitting so comfortably was when Father was still alive. And the last time I saw Mother dressed like this was in the General's Mansion."

Wang was stunned, as if briefly lost in the past, as he spoke of his deceased ex-husband. Feeling wronged, she spoke after a while, the tension dissipating. "Just say what you want to say."

"Mother, you know why I'm here."

"Are you protecting that..." But he was suddenly stopped by a sharp look.

Qin Xiuyuan, who sat at the head of the table, stared coldly at the corner of the table in front of his mother, his whole body emitting a murderous aura. What's the big deal? Lack of education? It's not enough that his wife and children have been slandered by outsiders, and now his own people are stabbing him in the face?!

He raised his head so his mother could clearly see his anger, dissatisfaction, determination, and bloodlust. "On the battlefield, swords have no eyes. I will surrender. If anyone dares to harm the women and children in my family, as long as I have half a breath left and can order someone around, I will punish their entire family. Mother, they are your daughter-in-law and grandchildren. You can disown them, but you can't say a single bad word about them!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and as soon as these words were spoken, the inner room fell into dead silence.

Wang was so frightened that she dared not breathe. At this moment, she was extremely clear-headed. Her son's ability to challenge the general step by step was not due to some rumored "good luck"!

Then, with a firm and calm assurance, Qin Xiuyuan patiently coaxed, "Mother, now that I'm here, who in the world would dare to bully you? Take care of yourself and wait for the day when he comes to me with Little Eleven in his arms and begs me for mercy."

The word "mother" brought Wang's panic-stricken heart back to normal. She hurriedly wiped away the tears that burst out, and the lingering shock made her voice shaky, "...Okay...Okay..."

Qin Xiuyuan asked outside, "You always liked to say Shushu was inadequate in the past, but now she's given me children, and her business is thriving. As a mother, she's not inadequate in the slightest. If you don't believe me, you can ask others." He offered a witness and called out, "Master."

The invisible Tang Bo walked out from behind the door and said, "Madam, you set an example yourself and teach your children well."

Qin Xiuyuan's tone softened, and he continued, "What crime has this child committed? Mother, what grandmother would be so rude to a child like that?"

What is the fault of this child? What is the fault of this child? The lingering voice accused Wang. She hesitated and said, "Then I will go see Dabao and Erbao."

That would be best.

Qin Xiuyuan led his mother into the main courtyard. The closer they got, the fainter the sound of soft singing could be heard. "...Fish play on lotus leaves in the east, fish play on lotus leaves in the west, fish play on lotus leaves in the south, fish play on lotus leaves in the north. In the depths of the lotus leaves, whose children are they? They laugh and throw a pair of lotus flowers across the water..."

The song became lower and lower, and at the end, he hummed the line from time to time, "Whose children are hidden in the depths of the lotus leaves, laughing and throwing a pair of lotus flowers across the water..."

This was the Jiangnan song "Lotus Picking Song," widely sung in Yaocheng. Wang still remembered learning to sing it to lull Little Eleven to sleep, until the line repeated itself: "Whose little children lie deep in the lotus leaves, laughingly throwing a pair of lotus flowers across the water..."

Although I haven't sung it for many years, the original line should be "Whose girl is hiding in the depths of the lotus leaves? She throws a lotus branch across the water with a smile..."

The song was sung for the listeners, and her daughter-in-law changed the lyrics. She remembered what her son had just asked, and that as a mother, she was not at all lacking.

A bedtime song, when put together, it represents mother's love; when broken down, it is actually mother's selfless love.

She is a very capable daughter-in-law.

The door closed gently behind her, and Wangshu walked out quietly. She was just thinking of going straight back to the main room when she turned around and saw a mother and son admiring the moon in the yard. She walked down and bowed to her mother-in-law, "Grandma."

He still bent down slightly and lowered his head, showing neither respect nor unfamiliarity.

"Are all the dolls asleep?"

Wangshu nodded, "I'm tired from playing all day, exhausted, and fall asleep quickly at night."

The couple sent Wang back to the side courtyard. It was a night after the rain, the air was clear and the moonlight was dim. Halfway through, the man took her to the pavilion, claiming to enjoy the moon.

He sat down on the small steps in front of the pavilion, patted his drooping thighs, and motioned for her to sit on them.

Wangshu didn't like to admire the moon. When did she first see the moon by the river? When did the moon first shine on people? Life continues from generation to generation, yet the moon over the river looks the same year after year. Learning this passage in a previous life, she instantly felt the powerlessness of life's finiteness and the fear of fading into ashes after death, leaving no trace. She tossed and turned with fear and despair, crying all night long.

She didn't sit down either. She reached out and pulled him up, reading to him the two lines of poetry that had frightened her. She was still afraid now: "After reading those two lines, I began to fear the moonlight. I felt that she was a heartless monster, looking down coldly at the people as they passed through the generations."

As he spoke, he used his hands to block the moonlight that was pouring down. He looked extremely scared and didn't want to be touched at all.

This was the first time in Qin Xiuyuan's life that he had seen someone afraid of moonlight. Wangshu was clearly a pseudonym for the moon. He opened his arms and said, "Don't be afraid. Hide here."

Hehe, idiot, Wangshu tilted his head and buried it, "Run!"

The man cooperated and really picked her up and went back to the main room, with his back to the moonlight the whole time.

Tang Bo in the yard: ... like a real child!

The guards around: ...The general is good at carrying heavy loads, and he is also good at carrying his wife.

Several dogs sleeping at the foot of the wall: ...with drooping eyes and ears, let's go.

The two of them held back their laughter until they returned to their room. Wangshu bashed him shyly, "Childish!"

Qin Xiuyuan hugged her and fell on the bed. "Hu Zi complained to me that the doctor thought he was not romantic enough and that he didn't appreciate the moon enough."

Well, let's just say it's been over ten years now. Why did he suddenly have the urge to drag her to see some kind of moonlit night on a rainy night? It really is true that there are no secrets between men! And they're still thinking about mutual improvement, right?

There’s cat cake!

The man took off their clothes and hung them on a bamboo hanger, and they rolled around naked together. The woman had taken a medicinal bath in the afternoon, and her skin was covered with red spots from being scrubbed too hard.

The big hand moved to meet the soft ball, "Tell them to be gentle, once, twice, are you washing clothes?"

Wangshu followed his movements and said aggrievedly: "It's just like scalding a pig with boiling water to shave its hair."