Probably stimulated by his daughter, in order to prove that he is really strong and confident, instead of sharpening guns and cramming, Tang Yuanzheng, who had always said that he was busy, actually squeezed out most of the holiday and wanted to accompany them to the city to play.

So the originally planned one-day tour of the town was upgraded and drove all the way to the city.

"You don't use the bus for private use, right?"

Jian Qingtong asked in a low voice, holding the little dumpling who was too sleepy to open her eyes.

Getting up too early, the crowing rooster hadn't even gone to work, so Tang Yuanzheng picked up the three of them, packed them into the car, and said he would take them to the beach to watch the sunrise.

Jian Qingtong's biological clock has been developed a long time ago, and now she is a little out of spirit, yawning yawn after yawn, and she has no interest in touching the steering wheel.

"I won't make such a mistake, don't worry. You have to drive for about 40 minutes before you take a nap. I'll call you when you get there. Put on the blanket."

Tang Yuanzheng glanced at the back seat from the rearview mirror. Three yawns the size of the sky, and whispered.

Jian Qingtong pouted, unfolded the blanket, wrapped Tang Jun next to him, and slept in the seat.

If it's not for private use of the bus, that means it has a legitimate mission? They must be using them as a guise to pretend to be a private charity.

Forget it, I didn't plan to take him to play, just let him toss, and I will never ask the two children to follow the adventure.

Jian Qingtong scolded a few words, and closed her eyes to make up for sleep.

Tang Yuanzheng glanced back, a blanket wrapped around his three most important people, and his heart was like a bulging mass, full and warm, so the car drove more smoothly and delicately.

"Wake up, daughter-in-law, it's here."

Jian Qingtong was woken up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Tang Yuanzheng smiling in the corner of the headlight, thinking she was dreaming.

"Tang Yan Wang can also laugh? It's pretty good to laugh."

She reached out and squeezed two hands, muttering dissatisfiedly:

"There's no meat, it's all skin."

Tang Yuanzheng let her make a mess on his face, but he felt that the little hand was soft and fragrant, and it tickled his heart, so he wanted to grab it and take a bite.

But his daughter-in-law rarely took the initiative. He didn't want to destroy the charming atmosphere at this time, so he lowered his voice to bewitch her:

"The skin is not old, it's very slippery, you can touch it carefully."

Jian Qingtong really experienced two more seriously, hmm With a sound of affirmation:

"It's very slippery, the collagen is still there, the skin is very young and healthy, and the water in space is not free."

Tang Yuanzheng has a keen ear and a keen mind. He felt that there was a deep meaning in her last sentence and subconsciously asked. One sentence:

"What kind of water is space water? Did you drink it for me?"

Jian Qingtong's pupils shrank slightly, and the kneading movement in her hands paused, and she took it back with a swirl, and the whole person woke up.

"Do you want to drink water? Here it is."

She unscrewed the kettle and took a sip of warm water first. Her mind turned, and she quickly came up with an idea. She handed over the kettle in her hand, and added it casually:

"Are you there? It's very stable, I slept well, and I had a dream, and I have the inspiration for the next book."

Tang Yuanzheng raised his eyebrows, took the kettle and took a sip from the place where she just drank, and asked along her words:

" Just what kind of space water?"

Jian Qingtong unhurriedly lifted the blanket, woke the two children, and said,

"It's not accurate, it's space spirit spring water, the golden finger I gave to the protagonist of the new book, the title of the book is called space spirit spring. Let's have a little field."

Tang Guo rubbed her eyes and sat up in her arms, and asked milkily,

"Sweet? I want it."

Jian Qingtong pinched her little nose and liked the foodie attributes of the small dumplings very much. Let whoever raise it.

"It's a field that can be planted, not the sweetness of candy."

The little dumpling smiled and rubbed her hand:

"Guoguo is sweet."

"Well, you are the sweetest." "Bingo!" Jian Qingtong gave a thumbs up, a smart one The child is really worry-free. Although he will ask 100,000 whys, it is not so laborious to explain, and he has a sense of accomplishment.

Jian Qingtong's heart was almost melted by this sugar dumpling, she bowed her head and kissed her, and handed her to Tang Yuanzheng, who came to open the door, and frowned with her lower arms.

"Is it numb?" Tang Yuanzheng asked clearly.

"It's a little bit, it's okay."

Jian Qingtong handed out another coat and asked to wrap the child. The sea breeze was cool in the early morning, so Tang Yuanzheng felt rough and thick.

Jian Qingtong and Tang Jun put on their clothes and took a breath of the salty sea breeze. They couldn't help feeling refreshed.

"The sea is black!"

Tang Jun shouted, pointing at the sea as if he had discovered a new continent.

Tang Guo's eyes were rounded, full of amazement:

"A lot of water!"

Jian Qingtong stepped on the soft sandy beach, squinting at the vast scenery of the sea and the sky, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth, she chatted with her son in a relaxed manner:

"You forget that day. Did you see the night sky at night? Is the night sky pure black?"

Tang Jun was stunned and inferred from other facts:

"No, the night sky sometimes looks dark blue, my mother said that it is because of the moon, stars and human fireworks at night. The light will be refracted, and the human eye will not look completely black.

So, the sea looks black now because there is no light, right? The darkest time before dawn, before the dawn comes, the night sky is black , the sea is also black; but when the sun comes out, it will turn blue, the brighter the sun, the lighter the blue, am I right, Mom?" "Shh, the sky is starting to glow, look carefully." Tang Yuanzheng With a smile, listening to the daughter-in-law talking to her son, she felt peaceful in her heart. She saw a bright light in the sky with sharp eyes, and hurriedly called them to watch. Jian Qingtong pinned away a strand of hair that had been blown off by the sea breeze, and gently embraced Tang Jun, who was snuggling beside her. Tang Yuanzheng held her shoulders tightly, and beside her was a small group of Tang Guo. The taste, the corner of his mouth looked at with a smile.

This is not the first time she has seen the sea, but it is the first time she has come to the beach to watch the sunrise.

Since ancient times, literati have been romantic, and they have sung to the moon and walked on the waves, leaving an eternal chapter, describing the sunrise at sea.

Although Jian Qingtong does not have the great talent of poetry and prose, he also has the common problem of literati feeling sad.

There is no choice but to fall, and it seems that Yan is back!

Today's people do not see the ancient moon, this month once illuminated the ancients!

The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time!

No, it should be - the

hibiscus at the sunrise is one zhang high, and everything in the world is as fine as hair!

At the moment when the sun broke through the sea, she even had the urge to cry.

The beauty of life is indescribable!

She came across time and space, seeing the beauty of this beautiful time, it is worth living in vain.

"It's so beautiful."

Tang Jun admired absentmindedly, watching without blinking, suddenly burst out:

"Mom, I want to sing, no, I want to play the qin, I have a nice tune in my mind, oh why can't I remember it again? Already ?" The

little guy scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and was about to cry.

Jian Qingtong gave him a surprised look.

Tang Jun's biological mother was a professional pianist. He inherited his mother's talent. Since elementary school violin, did he have the inspiration for composition?

Literature and music go hand in hand. As a writer, she is very aware of the annoyed feeling of not grasping when inspiration comes, and it is wrong.

She squatted down and hugged the little guy who was so anxious to pull his hair, soothed and comforted:

"Stop, relax, Tagore said, if you shed tears when you miss the sun, then you will miss the stars too. Don't worry, it will Come back to you, sooner or later. What you have to do now is to enjoy happy family time and have a picnic by the sea!"

Tang Jun sniffed, rubbed his mother's warm and safe embrace, and relaxed his tense, almost collapsed emotions. , embarrassedly whispered thank you mom.

Jian Qingtong touched the little guy's big head and decided to increase his musical training. Maybe this is the seedling of a composer.

Even if he cannot achieve success in this field in the future, at least it is something he is interested in, and he is always happy to do it.

"Brother?" The

little dumpling watched the entire sunrise quietly, and there was an aftertaste of obsession in her big eyes, but she was too young and her vocabulary was not rich enough to describe the shock in her heart, but the feeling at this time was in A trace was carved on her little heart, and over time, it will eventually reverberate.

Tang Jun embarrassedly withdrew from his mother's arms, showing a bright smile at his younger sister in the light of Chaoyang, and stretched out his hand:

"Brother is fine, I was blinded by the sand, and my mother blew it out for me. Guoguo, brother will take you to pick up shells. Go."

"Shell!" The

little dumpling happily clapped his little hands and kicked his calves to the ground.

Tang Yuanzheng put down his daughter and deliberately glanced at the brand-new red rain boots on her feet. He was sure that the sand would not get into his feet, so he was relieved to let the little brothers and sisters play.

"I'm going to get something, don't move, watch some children here."

He stopped his daughter-in-law who wanted to go to the car, and strode away.

Jian Qingtong glanced at his slender back, smack his tone of voice just now, and found out an ancient domineering CEO smell, which is very different from the scumbag who only used her as a free nanny in the past.

Jian Qingtong couldn't help but tut twice, is it really different when a man gets married? Or is it still in the courtship period of pleasing and behaving because you haven't eaten your mouth?

Thinking of how the man tried to sleep on her bed in different ways these few nights, Jian Qingtong raised the corner of his mouth, as if mocking.

Since it was agreed that marrying her is only to bring up the child, then the agreement should be fulfilled well. If you want to sleep with her, it will be another price.

"Slow down, don't go inside, the sea water is very cold, if you wet your pants, you will catch a cold."

Jian Qingtong was too lazy to think about Tang Yuanzheng's abnormality.

From the plot of the original book, we know that Tang Yuanzheng married Jian Qingmiao. Even if the two were not in harmony, they were recognized as a grudge couple, but it did not delay the two of them turning on the lamp and having a child on the kang.

Even if it's all despicable designs by Jian Qingmiao, this kind of thing is really a slap in the face of a relatively weak woman. If Tang Yuanzheng refuses to obey, nothing will happen.

So, this man's affection is worthless.

Jian Qingtong knew that he had a heavy sense of responsibility, otherwise he would not take over the orphans of his comrades-in-arms. Once he was raised, he would last his whole life, and his wife and mother would all stand back.

But also out of a sense of responsibility, he will protect his wife as much as possible, no matter who she is, whether she is loved or not.

Jian Qingtong, who has written romantic novels for many years, certainly does not accept such a vague feeling, which is too insincere.

He only regarded her as his wife, and this wife could be any one of Zhang San, Li, Si Wang, Cuihua, as long as you get that piece of paper from him, you can get his loyalty. Isn't it cheap?

In this case, her return to him is naturally limited.

She doesn't even own her body, the most precious thing is her soul, thoughts and feelings, which cannot be desecrated.

The point is, this body is only eighteen years old, it has not yet fully developed, and it has not reached the golden reproductive age at all. It is too young to talk about a pure love, not to mention the further creation of human beings? If not, it could be fatal.

Jian Qingtong, who cherished his life, would not have made such a big death.

Just wait, twenty-four is the time, thirty-four is not too late, she is not in a hurry.