Time Travel and Love

After the New Year's family dinner, Mo Liujin drank too much again, as expected, but he wasn't drunk enough to get up. On the way back home, Mo Jiangqing couldn't help but ask, "Father, how did Mother get injured?"

Mo Liujin sighed and said distressedly, "I accidentally injured him."

The two brothers were stunned. How could it be possible that their father loved their mother so deeply? Mo Liujin sighed again and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't want to talk anymore. The two brothers sent him back to the house, but they heard Feiying talking about their childhood. "Master, don't you think that the temperaments of these two young masters are exactly the same as the Third Master? Have you never felt that the Third Master you know is different from the Third Master we know? When you met Qi Ge'er that day, you asked Chunhe if the Second Young Master was also so lively and active when he was young. Chunhe was right. The Second Young Master really always had the appearance of a young and serious person. I have never seen the Second Young Master as active and jumping as a child..."

Mo Liujin raised an eyebrow and looked back at his two sons. Do they have the same temper as him? Don't you think so? He pushed the door open and walked in, saying as he walked in, "I'm naturally different when I'm out and about than when I'm at home. If I had to keep a straight face all the time at home, wouldn't I be exhausted?"

Seeing them coming back, Feiying turned around, saluted, and returned to the dark. Chu Qingmeng smiled and wrote, "Do you often keep a straight face when you are outside?"

Mo Liujin sat down on the bedside, looking at the love in Chu Qingmeng's eyes without disguising it. "I used to think I was someone who would never be rude and could handle everything calmly, but from the moment I met you, I've done all the outrageous things in my life. It's just that these things are unknown to outsiders. If they knew even a single thing, I'm afraid I'd be skinned alive by those censors."

The two brothers looked at each other. What earth-shattering things had their father done? Noticing their gaze, Mo Liujin said calmly, "Okay, let's go back. It's late."

The two nodded and bowed as they left. Mo Liujin took off his coat and said, "Qingmeng, when your injury is better, I'm afraid I will have to set off back to the border. I want to leave the two brothers in the capital. Zexun and Zechuan still need to study in the capital, and my granddaughter should also stay in the capital. It will be good for her to get married in the future." Seeing Chu Qingmeng nod, Mo Liujin continued, "My granddaughter is ten months old now and has not been named yet. Why don't you think about it?"

Chu Qingmeng tilted her head and looked at him, writing, "It's only been ten months and you're already worried about her getting married?! I remember Mrs. Li called her Xin Jie'er, didn't she have a name?"

Mo Liujin smiled and said, "She's a girl. Besides getting married, which is a big deal, what else can she do? Naturally, we have to plan for her whole life. As for the name, it's just a nickname, not a real name. I was originally asked to choose it, but I've been thinking of names for these brats for so many years. Now you suddenly ask me to name my granddaughter, and I feel that neither one is good nor the other is good, so it's been put off until now."

Chu Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him. The ancients were just the ancients. The idea of ​​favoring boys over girls was really serious! Seeing her scolding him, Mo Liujin shook his head helplessly and helped her lie down. "Where you live, women should be very free, right? Otherwise, how could you be so bold?" He smiled and took her into his arms, and slept well all night.

The next morning, Mo Jiangqing and Mo Jiangche came to Chu Qingmeng with his wife and children to celebrate the New Year. After they kowtowed and said auspicious words, Chu Qingmeng asked to hold her granddaughter. Li was embarrassed, because she was worried that Chu Qingmeng didn't have the strength to hold her. Mo Liujin took the child and sat on the bed and said to Chu Qingmeng, "Just look at it. Children this age are very naughty and won't let you hold them obediently."

Chu Qingmeng reached out and touched her little hands and face. Seeing her chubby, white and clean face, her big eyes looked at Chu Qingmeng curiously, and she even reached out to grab her fingers and wanted to put them in her mouth. Chu Qingmeng felt his heart melt. It turned out that children at this age were the cutest! He picked up the charcoal pencil and wrote, "The bright moon is leaning against Cuiwei in the west, and the yellow oriole is singing and flying. Can you call Mingwei?"

Mo Liujin nodded and said, "Mingwei. Okay. Mo Mingwei." After returning the child to Li, he couldn't help but laugh. "I just realized today that your handwriting with this charcoal stick is so much better than your handwriting with a pen. Even four-year-old Yu'er can't match your handwriting with your two-strokes. This is amazing."

Chu Qingmeng looked at him speechlessly, picked up the pen and wrote, "Because I have been writing with a hard pen since I was a child! I have never used a brush! It's good enough that you can understand the words written with a brush!"

Mo Liujin laughed out loud when he saw her writing like this. Was he trying to find an excuse for his ugly handwriting? Chu Qingmeng couldn't help herself when she saw him laughing like that. Suddenly, she remembered that there seemed to be a pen in her coat pocket. She asked Mo Liujin to help her get her coat. Only then did she realize that there was also a lollipop that her nephew had bought her in her pocket. Looking at the children, she peeled it open and gave one to each of them. Then she took out her pen and wrote in the running script that she had practiced for more than ten years, "Mo Liujin! Are you laughing at my ugly handwriting again?!"

Mo Liujin raised an eyebrow. "Oh, this handwriting is really good." He took the pen from her hand and tried it twice. Unfortunately, the handwriting was not as good as Chu Qingmeng's. This time it was Chu Qingmeng's turn to look at him with contempt. Mo Liujin smiled and ignored her. He picked up his coat and wanted to put it back in the cabinet, but the cigarette in his pocket fell out.