Compared with five-year-old children, Tang Jun's painting skills are surprisingly good.

It can be seen that he has learned a little bit of the basics with seriousness. The crayon paintings are bright and bright in color and proportion, and the rigor reveals the unique imagination of children, from which one can see the love and joy of the paper.

Jian Qingtong has always used painting to vent his emotions since he was a child. Naturally, he can feel the pure and sincere full emotions of the little boy in the painting. He is also well-mannered when praised, which resonates with the original author.

Tang Jun's eyes were bright, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and he couldn't stop nodding with joy and admiration:

Stepmother knows a lot! He was right about how he felt about painting at the time! Are they the real mother and son? Maybe in a previous life too!

"Mom, why did you come to me? I've been waiting for you for a long time." The

little boy threw himself into her arms and cried aggrievedly.

Jian Qingtong was startled, and hugged him reflexively, looking confused.

"What, what?"

Tang Jun arched in her arms, worried that his tears and snot would rub against his mother's clothes, raised his face and looked at her with red eyes, still leaning hard in his mother's arms and didn't want to part for a moment:

" Mom, did you lose me? I don't blame you, it's good if you come back to us now, I miss you so much."

Jian Qingtong held the child who was crying again, blinking blankly, all thoughts in her mind. The plot of the dog blood came uncontrollably.

"Did you miss your mother? Otherwise, I'll send you to live there for two days?"

Tang Jun stopped crying and shook his head resolutely with a look of hatred:

"That woman is not my mother! She is a thief. My sister stole it from you! You are my mother, and only a mother can be so kind to the child." The

uncontrollable thoughts in Jian Qingtong's mind also stopped strangely, and blinked again blankly, incredulously Look down at him.

This child is incredible, he actually made up the link of stealing the child! Shouldn't it be the wrong thing to do next?

"No, Tang Jun, listen to me, I'm only eighteen this year, and you're five years old. I think I'll give birth to you when I'm twelve years old. You can't understand that, right?

" He shrugged his shoulders regretfully:

"So I'm really not your mother. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't prevent me from being nice to you, right?

Besides, not all mothers in the world love their children. For example, I Mom is, she is not good to me, she originally wanted to sell me to an old man for money."

Jian Qingtong used the artistic technique of transferring flowers to join trees, and borrowed the old bachelor who Liu Lanxiang originally wanted to marry for Jian Qingmiao in the book. use.

That man is forty-six this year, and he still beats his wife. The previous wife just couldn't stand being beaten every day, so he jumped into the reservoir in the middle of the night to find a short-term meeting.

However, these are not suitable for telling Tang Jun in detail, for fear of scaring the children; she only needs a simple example, which can cause Xiao Tang Jun to share the same hatred with her, and she will no longer be sentimental about herself.

Why some parents don't love their children, Jian Qingtong, who has been abandoned since childhood, has not found the answer.

It's just that I got used to the numbness later, and I don't care anymore.

Now watching the little boy fall into the same confusion, Jian Qingtong felt the same way. He couldn't bear to suffer day and night and repeatedly question himself, so he simply cut the mess and pulled him out directly.

"This is actually normal. Being a mother is also a human being. Humans can be good or bad, and make mistakes. Just like your kindergarten classmates, some even beat people."

Tang Jun still insisted:

"I really Can't it be your own child? Could it be that you remembered it wrong? Maybe you are so powerful that you can give birth to me at the age of twelve?

Just like the students my grandma and grandfather often praised, some of them are prodigies and geniuses. Learn better than others at a few years old."

Jian Qingtong couldn't explain the content of the physiological hygiene class to a five-year-old child, so she sighed even more regretfully:

"Unfortunately, I'm not that kind of genius, and I haven't given birth to a child until now, and I'm sorry to disappoint you. "

Tang Jun shrunk his mouth and shrank completely, like a cabbage beaten by frost, the frost melted, and he couldn't stand up.

Jian Qingtong looked distressed and funny, thinking to herself that she really had no talent for comforting others. It's no wonder that as soon as she wrote the emotional line in her article, it fell into the collection, and there were a lot of negative scores, all of which scolded the male protagonist and scolded the female protagonist.

Maybe she owes her emotional intelligence? Really hard readers.

Jian Qingtong silently apologized to the former and future parents again, and then looked at the autistic little boy with an embarrassed expression.

She hates little when the book is ready. She urgently needs the help of children's education experts. Why doesn't Tang Yuanzheng come back!

"Well, do you want to save your painting first, it's about to be torn by Guoguo."

Jian Qingtong tried her best to suppress the bad idea of ​​using poison to fight poison and make misery. The mother mantis gave birth to the baby mantis and ate the male mantis or something. Poisonous, innocent children can't bear it.

Better to rely on human cubs to help heal.

This can't be seen, the little dumpling quietly pulled over the picture book, flipping over curiously, the two little claws were about to move, and the saliva was dripping!

The old saying is true, if the child is quiet, he must be a demon. Poor Qijuan, I won't say anything if there are no bones left, and even the portrait behind him is being coveted, and he can't keep his eyes on it.

Tang Jun really couldn't take it anymore, and went over to rescue his old friend distressedly:

"Sister, this can't be eaten, it's dirty." The

little dumpling thought that his brother was playing games with her, and giggled and grabbed it even more.

Tang Jun has been trying to reason with her and coax her to let go.

Jian Qingtong watched with a smile on the side. For a moment, he only felt that the years were quiet, but it was the same.

It is impossible to be quiet.

The two little ones that Chicken and Duck were talking about held a drawing book on the side and exerted force at the same time.

Tang Jun also cracked open, holding half a piece of drawing paper in his trembling hands with a look of disbelief.

The little dumpling seemed to have discovered the latest game, giggled, and quickly grabbed a page of drawing paper, with a forceful snort.

Tang Jun turned his head to look at his sister as if frightened, and his eyes began to flush with tears.

The little dumpling lovingly handed the painting book to his brother and invited him to make wonderful music together. He is a generous baby who loves to share.

Jian Qingtong never expected that the plot would take such a sharp turn.

Speaking of which, she actually knew that some children at a certain age like to tear paper, but she knew it, and no one reminded her that she couldn't remember it at all!

It could not be stopped in time.

When I observed the calamity of the evil concubine in her childhood, she was attracted by Tang Jun's rich and varied exaggerated expressions, and Jian Qingtong, who had a peculiar brain hole, suddenly went astray.

Well, Tang Guo has the potential to be a sister-in-law. Look at her brother.

Jian Qingtong didn't dare to laugh out loud, and her stomach hurt when she held back her laughter.

The unscrupulous stepmother wiped away the tears from the laughter in her eyes, and only wanted to come forward to stop the disputes between the little brothers and sisters and reduce the losses. Tang Jun couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Wow—" The

little dumpling was frightened by his brother, and he howled in a loud and small voice two seconds later. Tears rolled down one by one as if they didn't want money. Jian Qingtong crawled in her arms.

Jian Qingtong was caught off guard by the sudden duo of children's voices, and her brain throbbed in pain.

Sin! How could she think about watching the children's jokes and be punished? Or double attack, to die.

Isn't there a family planning plan at the moment? Why do you want to have two children? Isn't it good to have only children?

Tucao returns to Tucao, it should be coaxed.

"Don't cry, I'm so tired. I'm going to cry after dinner. Do you want to drink some water before continuing?"

Jian Qingtong put her arms around the wanton and howling dumplings with one arm, and the other hand was hugged by another graceful and graceful Tang Jun. Holding on, the whole person seemed to have been casted with a body-fixing spell, leaving only a free mouth, clumsily speaking some meaningless pale comforting words.

Being coaxed by her like this, the two children seemed to be stimulated, but cried even louder.

Jian Qingtong was speechless and asked the sky, and she wanted to cry too.

If she is guilty, please use the law to punish her, instead of sending two trumpets to destroy her.

She is also just an innocent novice stepmother!

"Let's talk about what we have to say. We don't have to be loud. Crying alone can't solve the problem. You are all mature babies. If you have to be reasonable, don't cry first, ancestors!

" , but the only response to her was seemingly endless wow wow wow wow wow.

The magic sound penetrates the brain.

Live without love.

For the first time, Jian Qingtong questioned the old saying that it is better to die than to live, at least the gold content of her rebirth through books doesn't seem high.

Can she change her book to wear? Mary Su can be silly and sweet, she can take revenge, beauty and misery, even if she goes to the primitive society to build infrastructure.

It's a pity that God Chuan didn't hear her extravagant requests, and instead punished her for her greed. At this juncture, he delivered Tang Yuanzheng, the real master, back!

"What's the matter? Why are the two children crying so hard and eating their stomachs?"

Tang Yuanzheng blew in like a gust of wind, swept away the little dumpling in Jian Qingtong's arms and pressed the stomach for the first diagnosis, and asked Tang Jun if he had stomach pains.

Jian Qingtong felt light in his arms, feeling that the whole room was full of yin and suffocating air, and the two trumpet spirits were frozen.

Tang Jun's crying stopped abruptly, subconsciously wiped his face and sat upright, and began to hiccup uncontrollably. Only Tang Guo, who had been crying at the top, was able to put it back

and forth, with big tearful eyes, and she was not afraid to sue the adults:

"Dad, brother, fierce, beating."

The girl cried and cried out in pain, knowing that it wasn't a sickness in her stomach, so he first breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you bullied your sister?"

Tang Yuanzheng wiped his little girl's tears, asked his son coldly, and glanced at Jian Qingtong dissatisfiedly, what did she think of the child!

I was a little stunned when I saw it. The faces of one big, two, and three all looked like they had been wronged by the sky. At first glance, there was a mysterious similarity. Just that word made me want to cry!

How can you get angry.

Tang Yuanzheng retracted his gaze with a dry cough, and once again felt that he actually raised three children, and he was stupid to care about them.

"My little sister tore up my painting." Tang Jun also complained aggrievedly, but forced his generosity to express his forgiveness. "Godfather, don't scold your sister, she didn't mean it, she was still young, she just thought it was fun, woo."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a whimper, and he bit his lip hard to hold it back.

His poor Qijuan!

The after-effects of Jian Qingtong's brain being penetrated by the magic sound have not completely dissipated, and she feels that most of her soul has drifted away through the Tianling Gai, and the rest are just walking dead.

She said with a blank face:

"It's okay, I'll accompany you to draw the same one again."

"Really, really? Can it be painted exactly the same?" Tang Jun asked with hope in his eyes.

"Better than what you drew before." Jian Qingtong rolled his eyes and glanced at the crumpled corpse on the drawing paper, and the complete picture automatically appeared in his mind, guaranteeing without hesitation.

"Then let's draw now!"

Tang Jun was interested, he couldn't wait to take out the colored crayons, and pulled her to sit next to the small kang table to draw.

Jian Qingtong took the pencil to test the hardness, brushed two strokes to outline the outline, and then erected the tip to strengthen the line, and a lifelike Chinese cabbage appeared on the paper.

"Are you good at coloring?"

Jian Qingtong pushed over the sketchbook that had been prepared and handed over the work.

"I will!"

Tang Jun excitedly took the book and took out a crayon to paint it carefully.

Jian Qingtong pulled his legs out from under the small kang table, and changed his sitting position at will, resting his cheeks with one hand, as if he was watching him paint, but in fact he took the opportunity to free his brain and nourish his soul.

Tang Yuanzheng came back after taking a bath and changing clothes for his little girl, and what he saw was such a peaceful and happy scene, which was like heaven and earth when he first entered the house.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his son, seeing that he had entered a normal state of study, he lowered his brows in satisfaction, and called out to Jian Qingtong with a dull eye.

"Come out, Tang Jun finishes painting and do his homework."

Tang Jun snorted without raising his head, and was very devoted to the painting.

Jian Qingtong floated back to the master bedroom with the man as if he was sleepwalking, and was stuffed with a milk dumpling in his arms.

Tang Yuanzheng explained gently:

"Guoguo wants to sleep with you, you should coax her first."

Jian Qingtong looked at him blankly, feeling that his ears were full, and his voice was floating in the sky and couldn't get in. Did not understand.

Tang Yuanzheng looked at her inquisitively. Does she want to coax too? Not really a kid.

"Guoguo is very easy to carry, usually she doesn't sleep, you lie down with her for a while, and she will die before the bottle of milk is finished."

Jian Qingtong slowly lowered her head to see that her eyelids were heavy, and she had a pacifier in her mouth. A small dumpling for two, but thoughtfully asked:

"Then she doesn't brush her teeth?"

Tang Yuanzheng listened to her fluttering voice, worried that her concussion symptoms were getting worse again, and after thinking about it, he reached out and hugged his daughter:

"I'll coax her. I'll give it to her when she falls asleep. She wiped her teeth, and it's usually not easy to wake up when she fell asleep."

As a result, the little padded jacket leaked on the spot, gave a sudden jerk, hugged the bottle tightly, sucked hard, and tried to open her big eyes and turned to find someone.

When he saw Jian Qingtong, he bent his eyes at her and smiled, holding the bottle in his mouth and reaching out to her to hug.

Jian Qingtong took the little guy naturally, and yawned as if infected. The man who was obstructing his eyes with tears in his eyes raised his chin and chased him:

"I'll take her to sleep, you can go out."

Tang Yuanzheng looked at the yawning man. The mothers glanced at each other, and inexplicably felt alike, they walked to the bedside, shaking off the quilt, made the bed, and adjusted the position of the pillow, aligning it in the center, and patted it flat.

Jian Qingtong squinted and lay down with her arms around the child and clothes, and did not forget to mumble:

"It's easy to choke when you lie down and drink milk..."

Tang Yuanzheng hummed and said in a low voice,

"Don't worry, I will watch her."

Jian Qingtong Her eyelids were about to stick together, but she still couldn't really relax and fall asleep due to her cleanliness:

"Call me when she falls asleep, I haven't washed up yet."

"Okay, I'll call you."

Tang Yuanzheng responded and gave them to them Pulling the quilt up, he listened to the two's breathing becoming heavy in an instant, and he waited for a few more seconds before gently taking the bottle from his daughter's hand.

Tang Guo continued to lick her mouth, her two little hands scratched and she didn't wake up, she instinctively arched into Jian Qingtong's arms next to her, and didn't move next to her.

Jian Qingtong subconsciously hugged the fluffy little dumpling, breathing heavily and half asleep.

Tang Yuanzheng wiped his daughter's saliva with a handkerchief, and just wanted to close his hand after wiping, only to realize that the position of his hand was not right, and the back of his hand was almost rubbing her chest...

His breathing stopped for a second, and suddenly he noticed that the sound of breathing in his ear was also soft. .

He raised his eyes, met her quiet eyes, and opened them.

Tang Yuanzheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, swallowing with difficulty, neither did he not accept it.

Jian Qingtong saw his vibrating pupils clearly, as well as his ears that were quickly congested and reddened. He closed his eyes suddenly, retracted his arms and turned over.

Tang Yuanzheng looked at the woman who was pretending to sleep with her back to him, with a fever on her face.

Did she really misunderstand him? Won't you cry again?

Tang Yuanzheng wanted to pull over her shoulder to find out, but inexplicably didn't dare to look at his troubled hand, and always felt that there seemed to be a soft touch on the back of the hand lingering.

He should have never met her.

But that weird feeling is damn lingering, so annoying that Tang Yuanzheng wants to go out and wash his hands quickly, put on soap and rub it ten or eight times, to see how it can do anything wrong.

Tang Yuanzheng cast aside his worrying right hand, moved his stiff fingers, picked up his sleeping daughter, and walked out the door.