Qi Yan gasped and dropped a few fine kisses on Rongbao's little face. He shouted in a timid and hoarse voice: "Baby..."
Rongbao looked at the old man with tearful eyes: "Yongbao is sleepy."
Qi Yan took a sip to Rongbao's little mouth: "I'll sleep later."
"Wow~" Rongbao's mouth burst into broken tears and whispers.
"Baby, don't cry. The more you cry, the more I will..." Qi Yan didn't finish his words, and then pushed it lightly.
The old man said to wait for a while, but Rongbao felt that it had passed for a long time. Seeing that Master Qi had not wanted to finish, Rongbao couldn't stand it, so he went to bed first.
The next day, Qi Yan woke up very late. He used to wake up at about six or seven o'clock, but today he slept until 9:30, and Rongbao also slept until this time.
Rongbao buried his little face on the old man's shoulder and rubbed it, and he was reluctant to wake up.
Qi Yan held the back of Rongbao's head and stroked him gently and asked, "Baby, does that hurt?"
Rongbao pouted slightly: "It hurts."
"I'll pay attention next time." Qi Yan didn't want to do that kind of thing during Rongbao's pregnancy, especially when the child was not stable, but who let his little lover throw all the inhibition pills into the toilet on his own initiative, making it difficult for him to control himself.
Qi Yan got up, went to the drawer to get the medicine, and then came back to apply it to Rongbao: "Baby, get up, I'll give you the medicine."
Rongbao obediently lay on the pillow and lifted his little buttocks.
Qi Yan dipped the ointment with a cotton swab and evenly applied it to the velvet rabbit.
Just halfway through the painting, I heard the voice of Qi Feng downstairs: "Uncle, why haven't you got up yet?"
Qi Yan broke the cotton swab in his hand, accurately threw it into the trash can, and then helped Rongbao carry his trousers.
Rongbao got up from the pillow, stretched out his little hand, and hung it on the old man's neck.
Qi Yan picked up Rongbao's little ass, picked him up, and took him downstairs.
Seeing his uncle coming down with his little aunt in his arms, Qi Feng quickly stood up from the sofa.
Qi Yan took Rongbao to the dining table to sit down. Yu Guang glanced at his nephew: "What are you doing here for me?"
Qi Feng walked over with small steps: "Uncle, today is my mother's death anniversary. Have you forgotten?"
Qi Yan did forget this. If Qi Feng hadn't told him, he might not have gone to worship today. He would have gone every year.
Qi Yan picked up the milk on the table, handed it to Rongbao's mouth, and said to Qi Feng, "I'll take Rongbao later."
Qi Feng pulled up the dining chair and sat down. He smiled and said, "My aunt will go too. My mother will definitely be happy."
When Rongbao heard that he could go out with Master Qi, he patted his little hand excitedly: "Yongbao will also go."
Rongbao was as happy as a child. No, he was originally a little kid. Qi Feng couldn't help rubbing Rongbao's head, but he was taboo with his uncle, so he had to hold it down first. When his uncle was not away, he must rub it enough.
Qi Feng looked at the velvet treasure with a circle of milk stains on his mouth and praised it at all against his will: "My little aunt is so cute. My mother will definitely like it when she sees it."
Qi Yan glanced at Qi Feng: "O's it, don't talk about it."
Qi Feng's broken mouth can't be changed: "Uncle, if my mother is still alive, I will be happy to see that you have finally found a daughter-in-law."
Qi Yan frowned: "What does it mean to be hard?"
Qi Feng asked, "Isn't it?"
Others can find a daughter-in-law in their twenties. His uncle didn't find a daughter-in-law until he was almost 40 years old, and he brought this daughter-in-in-law. Isn't it hard to find it?
Qi Yan was in a good mood and said to Qi Feng, "Who let Rongbao not be born early?"
After Rongbao was full, Qi Yan took him upstairs to change his clothes and prepare to worship.
Before going out, the old housekeeper handed the prepared white chrysanthemum to Qi Yan: "Master Qi, I just picked it."
Qi Yan took the white chrysanthemum and handed it over to Rongbao.
Rongbao took the white chrysanthemum and smelled it under his nose. The pollen was sucked into the nasal cavity. It was itchy, and he immediately sneezed.
Qi Yan took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe Rongbao's nose: "Baby, we're going to see our parents."
"See the parents... See the parents..." Rongbao was very happy, shaking his head back and forth, and the white fluffy ears hanging on both sides shook.
Rongbao didn't know that what he would see was a tombstone and a two-inch black-and-white photo.
The anniversary of his death was not a happy day. Qi Feng sat on the co-pilot and looked out of the window quietly. He had always been careless. At this moment, he became silent and restrained, and his eyes were hidden in his usual sharpness.
In the back seat, Rongbao and Qi Yan were flirting as if no one was around.
Although Qi Yan was teasing Rongbao, there was a little sadness hidden in his smile, and the smile did not reach his eyes.
His sister's tomb was not in the cemetery, but buried under the banyan tree.
The banyan tree is a little far away. After taking the car for three hours, I have to walk a little longer.
When he came down for a walk, Qi Yan bent down and let Rongbao lie on his back.
Rongbao lay on Master Qi's back and wrapped his little hand around the old man's neck.
Qi Yan stood up and walked up the sheep intestine path leading to the mountain with Rongbao on his back.
The boy Qi Feng followed him step by step, followed by a few bodyguards at the end.
Qi Feng, who didn't say anything along the way, suddenly asked, "Uncle, how did my mother die?"
Qi Feng has always wanted to know how his mother was young, did not get sick, and did not have any accidents. How did she leave him? This is his heart knot for so many years.
"I've told you many times that he fell off the building and died." There was a trace of anger and impatience in Qi Yan's tone.
Qi Feng didn't believe that his mother would fall down from the upstairs so carelessly.
"Uncle, what are you hiding? Is there anything you can't tell me?" Qi Feng stared sharply at his uncle's back and asked.
Qi Yan scolded angrily without looking back: "Shut up."
Rongbao heard that Master Qi was angry and quickly patted the old man's head with his little hand: "Master Qi, don't be angry."
After being comforted by Rongbao, Qi Yan was really not angry, and his tone was much milder than before: "Your mother accidentally fell downstairs. Don't ask about this anymore."
He didn't feel sad about his sister's death.
Qi Feng knew that his uncle was still not going to tell him the truth. He didn't bother to ask again. He followed him silently and walked all the way to the banyan tree.
The banyan tree is particularly beautiful when it blooms, and the tidbits are fluffy, but it's a pity that it's not the flowering season yet.
There is a grave bag under the banyan tree, and a tombstone is erected in front of it. The tombstone says the tomb of the eldest sister Qi Tong. In the middle, there is a two-inch black and white photo. On it is a woman with a gentle smile, whose appearance is always fixed at the most beautiful age.
When Rongbao saw the photo on the tombstone, he was very scared and dared not come out in Qi Yan's arms: "Master Qi..."
Qi Yan comforted him softly: "Baby, don't be afraid. Send the flowers up."
Rongbao looked at the white chrysanthemum in his hand, and then at the gloomy black-and-white photo. He shook his head slightly and didn't dare to go.
Qi Yan pulled Rongbao's little hand and put the flower in front of the tombstone: "Sister, this is my little daughter-in-law. He is timid. Don't blame him."
When he was very close to the tombstone, Rongbao stared at the black and white photos on the tombstone and cried directly. He said that he was going home: "Master Qi... I'm afraid..."
The woman in the photo who smiled very gently seemed to be staring at Rongbao with a very fierce look. She seemed to be dissatisfied with Rongbao.
Qi Yan didn't feel anything wrong with the photo. He picked up his little lover and coaxed him well: "What's there to be afraid of in broad daylight? Don't be afraid, be obedient..."
Qi Feng walked to the tombstone and asked the woman in the photo in a low voice, "Mom, don't you like your aunt?"
Rongbao couldn't stop crying at all, so Qi Yan had to leave first.
"You stay here and talk to your mother. I'll go back to the car first." After saying that, Qi Yan left with Rongbao.
Qi Feng stood still. He took out his handkerchief, wiped the dust on the tombstone carefully, and said to himself, "Mom, uncle, he is now forgets his sister. He only cares about flirting with his aunt and forgetting the anniversary of your death. You go to your uncle's bedside tonight to scare them."
It's impossible to scare Qi Yan, but it can scare Rongbao to death.
After returning to the car, Qi Yan stuffed a lollipop into Rongbao's mouth, and then reluctantly coaxed him.
Qi Yan patted Rongbao's back and asked, "Fongbao, are you afraid to see black and white photos?"
Rongbao's tears were not dry yet. He pushed the sugar from the left to the right with his tongue. He ate the candy attentively and did not answer Qi Yan's question.
Qi Yan guessed that Rongbao might be afraid of the tombstone. After all, ordinary children will also have some fear when they see the tombstone.
Half an hour later, Qi Feng returned to the car. He turned his head and looked at the child sitting on his uncle's lap and asked, "Little aunt, what are you so afraid of my mother? What are you afraid of?"
Rongbao ignored Qi Feng, turned his head sideways, leaned against the old man's chest, and ate sugar quietly.
Qi Feng took out a black-and-white photo from his pocket and deliberately shook it in front of Rongbao: "Is it terrible? It's not terrible at all."
Rongbao didn't dare to look at the black-and-white photos and buried his face in the man's chest in fear.
Qi Yan surrounded Rongbao's body and stared at Qi Feng: "You want to die."
Qi Feng put away the photo in a shy way: "Why is my little aunt so timid?"
Qi Yan looked down at the little boy in his arms: "Fluffy, it's okay. It's just a photo."
Originally, I wanted Rongbao to see his parents, but I didn't expect to scare people.
After going back, Qi Yan quickly asked the old housekeeper to bring up all kinds of desserts and frighten Rongbao. Don't scare the little rabbit in his stomach out early.
After eating the dessert, Rongbao was so tired that he fell asleep in Qi Yan's arms, with tears on the corners of his eyes.
Qi Yan looked at the little tear stain and fell into meditation. Why did a black and white make Rongbao have such a big reaction?