I was engaged in construction in ancient times

Xiao Yuhe pushed open the window, the moon was bright and elegant outside, but he was not in the mood to appreciate the moonlight at all, his beautiful eyes swept across the branches under the moon, wondering why his husband hadn't come back yet, the night wind blowing on his face, his skin Unconsciously, a layer of goosebumps appeared.

He tightened the white cloak on his shoulders, closed the window, held a medical book, and opened it under the candlelight.

Candles were lit in all corners of the house, shining brightly.

Besides him, there were two other children in the room. The youngest son, Yuanyuan, was lying in the cradle. He couldn't hear his babbling, so he was already fast asleep, while the eldest son, Tuantuan, was sitting on a small square wooden bed, surrounded by spectacles. It's a fence, keep him inside.

In front of Xiao Tuantuan was a row of dominoes. The dominoes were crooked. He drooled and put the dominoes in his hands tremblingly, then the chubby hand took out another domino from the box behind him.

Xiao Yuhe put down the medical books, feeling bored in his heart, found a brush, ink, paper and inkstone, grinded it, and picked up a brush to draw for his eldest son.

Duan Shubai, who had chattered with Ma Chongjin for a long time, pushed open the door and strode in. Xiao Yuhe raised his eyes and saw him, immediately excited, put the pen in his hand aside, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"How? How? Did you convince uncle?"

Duan Shubai held a wine jar between his hands, and spread his hand towards Xiao Yuhe, "I don't know, it's up to uncle to decide."

What does it mean to see uncle to decide for himself? ?

Xiao Yuhe was dissatisfied, "I asked you to comfort me for a long time, and I just brought back this sentence."

Duan Shubai squinted his eyes, "Then what do you want me to say? Do you want me to say that Uncle cried bitterly and went to Uncle Lang to confess his mistake and make up?"

"Of course it's the best." Xiao Yuhe smiled, and he leaned forward curiously, "Have you talked to uncle? Tell Yuhe, husband."

Feng Mou glanced at him with a smile, and Duan Shubai looked at Xiao Yuhe with a playful look and said, "Uncle, he said..." He elongated his tone, deliberately showing off.

Impatient Xiao Yuhe was anxious, grabbing Duan Shubai's hand with both hands and shaking: "What did uncle say?"

"Uncle said—he wants to take our fat group away as his son. If you agree, he will reconcile with Uncle Lang and admit his mistakes."

Xiao Yuhe's face was startled, and he stopped shaking his hands.

Duan Shubai approached him with a smile, "How about it? Do you want to consider agreeing to Uncle, our Fat Tuan is greedy and lazy, and is a little chubby guy who always makes a lot of noise, how about giving it to Uncle?"

"Shall we have another one like you?"

The fox looked at him in disbelief, Xiao Yuhe was stunned for a moment, then ground his teeth, and after a long while grinned ferociously, his teeth snapped out a few words, "Okay, you want to be cousins ​​with your own son, you really can, Duan Shubai."

Duan Shubai just looked at him and smiled.

Xiao Yuhe turned his back with a snort, stomped on the floor, and walked to "Fat Tuan" step by step.

The little fat man was still concentrating on stacking his dominoes. One night, the dominoes that had been painstakingly arranged surrounded him four or five times.

Xiao Yuhe put his hands on the fence, lowered his head and said loudly: "I heard that there is no Xiaotuantuan, your father doesn't want you anymore, he wants to give you to someone else as his son."

Xiao Tuantuan paused the hand holding the domino, and raised his head, "Father?"

He didn't hear Xiao Yuhe's words clearly.

After Xiao Yuhe left in a fit of anger, Duan Shubai threw the wine jar on the table and surrounded him.

"After your father gave you away, he is no longer your real father. From now on, you will call this big bad man brother." Xiao Yuhe pointed to Duan Shubai, who was rubbing his nose and laughing, and continued to the little fat man with a straight face. .

Xiao Tuantuan didn't understand, "Guokuo? I'm Guoguo."

Obviously everyone around told him that he was an older brother and had to take care of his younger brother.

"Yes, yes, you are the elder brother." Xiao Yuhe elbowed the person next to him, teaching, "Call him elder brother from now on."

Duan Shubai pointed to his nose with a sullen smile, "I'll call him brother from now on?"

Xiao Tuantuan interjected in a milky voice and said, "Wok Pan."

"Hmph." Xiao Yuhe squinted at him, "Yes, call, see if you still want to give away your son."

"I didn't say that I would give away my son." Duan Shubai smiled and carried his eldest son out of the domino circle, kissed his chubby face, "Daddy's good son."

Xiaotuanzi refused to accept his intimacy, so the chubby pushed Duan Shubai's face away, spread his arms wide open and dumped his body on the wooden bed, and said: "I want a card..."

This is what he has lined up all night.

Xiao Yuhe covered his mouth and smiled, "Did you hear that, our son doesn't want you either, he wants his cards."

Duan Shubai also couldn't help "humming", hugged his son with one hand, put him back on the wooden bed, and when he retracted his hand, he flicked his fingers on the domino.

There was a crisp sound.

One domino fell over the other, and countless dominoes continued to fall forward one after another, from the outer circle to the inner circle. There was a constant clacking sound, and the three people stared at all the dominoes with three pairs of eyes.

When the last domino fell by the little chubby's feet, he hadn't recovered yet. After he realized that all the dominoes had fallen, he realized for the first time what it means to "work hard all night, Just making wedding dresses for others” feeling.

The small mouth shrunk, and the sky-shaking crying sounded in the room.

The house leak happened to rain all night, and a thunderous cry woke Yuanyuan up. Immediately, another sobbing cry played along with his brother's tune.

This kind of scene made Xiao Yuhe very angry. After punching the perpetrator hard on the back, he hurriedly ran over to pick up his youngest son, and coaxed him softly: "Be good, don't cry, don't cry, don't be afraid if you are fine."

Duan Shubai, who felt deeply guilty, also hurriedly hugged his little fat man, golden beans kept appearing on the little fat man's face, and he also coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry, it's all dad's fault."

"Wow...my card."

"Daddy will help you put the tiles back up again, please, don't cry, look, daddy will help you arrange them." Duan Shubai hastened to save the pile of dominoes that fell into a ball.

"I don't want you, that's my card..."

"Okay, okay, Xiaotuanzi, arrange it by yourself, and dad will accompany you to make it together."

Xiao Yuhe patted his youngest son on the back to lull him to sleep, and said, "Your son made it after laying around all night."

"Yiwansang... um, the card is woowawaah." The little fat man cried miserably.

Duan Shubai also had a headache, it was all his fault, why did he suddenly become so petty.

"Father is wrong, okay, good boy."

"Do not……"

"Forgive Dad, okay?"

"Do not……"

"Father was really wrong."

"Do not……"

The little fat man's eyes were red, and he ruthlessly refused San Lian. He sat on a pile of dominoes in dire condition and rubbed his eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

Duan Shubai stood aside with his hands on his hips, helpless, no matter how he coaxed him, the little fat man wouldn't let him in.

He had no choice but to use his trump card, "If you are crying, I will give you to someone else as a son."

Little Fatty frowned, and his mouth narrowed, trying to brew a bigger "storm and thunder".

Duan Shubai quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and the youngest son was coaxed into silence, and it would be an even worse crime to wake him up again.

"Guy, don't cry, okay, dad will do anything for you."

The little fat man pursed his mouth, sniffed his nose, and made a request aggrieved, "I want to ride a horse..."

The corner of Duan Shubai's mouth twitched, and he spit out two words in despair: "All right."

When Xiao Yuhe coaxed the younger son well and put him back in the cradle, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, now he had time to pay attention to the elder son and husband.

Fortunately, the two sons stopped crying at this time.

Xiao Yuhe turned his head to look over to the small wooden bed, and he happened to see Duan Shubai, who was like Yan'er Baji, who was like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, and the fat man who was riding on his father's shoulder with his legs spread apart, with a proud face. son.

The fat boy's crying face turned into a smiling face at this moment, and he was riding excitedly on his "big horse" while pulling his "rein".

A few strands of hair hung down from the forehead, Duan Shubai breathed forward faintly, blowing away the messy strands of hair.

He felt that his hairstyle at this time was about the same as that of the prisoner who had been locked up for several months.

There were still a few poor long hairs on the ground, all of which were pulled out by the little fat man who was neither light nor heavy.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuhe walked over with a smile, and said loudly, "You deserve it!"

"Live!" The little fat man repeated with a smile. The little fat man grabbed the reins and showed off his tall horse to his family and dad, "Driving, riding!!!"

Duan Shubai was pulled by his hair, and his head shook accordingly.

"Ah, it hurts, take it easy, son."

The little fat man refused: "No."

Xiao Yuhe covered his mouth and laughed, he was very indulgent and fanned the flames: "That's right, let's not use more force. Dad told you that you need to use force when riding a horse. Let's drive."

Duan Shubai: "..."

"Xiao Yuhe, if you don't persuade your son, tomorrow you will have a young and bald husband!!!!"

Xiao Yuhe leaned over with a smile, held Duan Shubai's cheeks with both hands, and said affectionately: "Husband, don't worry, Yuhe will not dislike you for being bald."

"I loathe myself..."

"Tell your son not to pull his hair..."

"Yuhe, don't you want to hear your uncle's reaction? You persuade your son to come down, and I will tell you the details of our chat."

Xiao Yuhe hugged his chest, "I don't want to know now."

"You don't want to know if Uncle and Uncle Fulang are reconciled?"

Xiao Yuhe snorted and smiled: "As long as you come back and don't want to be beaten, I can guess the result."

Duan Shubai: "..."

Fortunately, he used to say "a winner in life" in front of his uncle. With his current appearance, he is the worst person, and he might become the worst bald man in the future.

After sending Duan Shubai away, Ma Chongjin over there couldn't sit still anymore, so he ordered someone to prepare a horse and galloped to the hot spring villa outside the city by moonlight, regardless of the night.