"Dad, are you awake?"

Don't know when, Ling Wu lies on the edge of the bed, round and dark. He stares at him curiously with big eyes like a peeled longan. Ling Jingxuan's eyes flash and says nothing. He is thick skinned and continues to pretend to be dead.

"Dad, don't you want to sleep? I heard my brother say you are not stupid. Will you be able to make a lot of money like the iron baby father in the village? Don't worry, Dad. Xiaowu will also help you make money. I can dig wild vegetables now. When I grow up, I can fish in the river with tiewazi. Then I must touch the biggest and fattest fish for you. No, it's for us. Xiaowu hasn't eaten big fish yet... "

Ling Wu is a small chatter, lying on the edge of the bed, nagging a long string, occasionally a bit unclear words, but it does not prevent him from drawing big cakes for his father. At last, Ling Jingxuan seems to hear the voice of swallowing saliva. He doesn't know whether it is the original owner's emotion or whether he is infected by the little guy's words. Ling Jingxuan only feels that his eyes are sour and his heart is blocked Flustered, not yet five years old children so sensible, and so far did not eat fish, especially sad wood have wood? If this is put in the 21st century, it may not mean that the whole family will be distressed.

"Xiaowu Dad, are you awake? Get up and have something to eat. The black noodles made by the milk at noon are mushy. I'm already hot. "

Ling Wen comes in with a thick bowl full of gaps in one hand. Seeing that Ling Jingxuan is awake, his dark face is a little unnatural. He puts the bowl on the big wooden box at the end of the bed. Ling Wen turns and runs out again. A moment later, he carefully carries another thick bowl of the same size back. Lying on the bed, Ling Jingxuan vaguely sees that there is only black paste in the bowl, It seems that there is a little more white stuff. It should be sweet potato, right? Xiaobaozi must have thought that he was not awake, so he put his share in the kitchen and brought it to him when he woke up.

"Dad, get up and eat. You've been sleeping for days."

When he came back for the third time, Ling Wen had a few more chopsticks in his hands. He was a little bit out of breath, but he didn't rest. Instead, he carried a bowl of sweet potatoes to the bedside. His big round eyes were filled with forbearance, curiosity and excitement. He vaguely knew that his father was no longer stupid, but what would become of him He didn't know, but it would be better than before.

Two children, a cute little chatter, a mature beyond the age group, the same dry fried thin, patched clothes hanging empty on their bodies, the whole body in addition to the pair of eyes can see, other places can only be described in black, especially that pair of chicken claw like small hands, Ling Jingxuan did not move, the heart is uncomfortable, small steamed stuffed bun is not true Black, but the whole body dirt, I do not know how long has not been cleaned, from then on it is not difficult to see how much he failed as a father.

Maybe it would be nice to have two of them?

"Let it go. I'll get up and eat with you."

With this in mind, Ling Jingxuan finally opened his mouth, hoarse as a broken Gong voice, but after hearing what he said, the two little buns stiffened at the same time, with tears in their eyes. Ling Jingxuan, struggling to sit up, couldn't help wondering, what's the matter?

"Wow Dad, you can talk, Dad, great

Compared with Lingwen's forbearance and stubbornness, Ling Wu excitedly rushed to embrace his hand and cried excitedly. Ling Jingxuan was stunned. It was only then that he remembered that the original owner had been in a daze since they were driven out. His memory in recent years is basically blank. He looks up at Ling Wen, who is stubborn and tight on his lips. His narrow and charming Danfeng eyes are slightly bent He took out his hand and hugged Ling Wen mildly and said, "Dad always talks, but he forgot how to say it before. This time I remember the illness again. Dad promised that he would never forget it. Don't cry."

The vocal cords that have not been used for a long time are still hoarse and ugly, but they do not hinder Ling Jingxuan's tenderness. Since he has taken over the body, and the two steamed buns are so painful, from today on, they will be his own sons. He will make every effort to cultivate them into white, white and tender meat buns.

"I hate it, Dad. I don't call it Xiaobao. It's Xiaowu."

Hearing his address, Ling Wu pouted out his dissatisfied protest. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help laughing and reached out to pinch his face. But the steamed bun was so dry that he could only pinch a layer of skin. Ling Jingxuan felt sad again and touched his little face and said, "ha ha How about steamed buns? Dad likes steamed buns the most, especially the fat and white meat buns

"Is it? But they are neither white nor fat. "

The little guy blinked his eyes and said lovingly. Ling Jingxuan's smile on his face was even worse: "if you keep it, you will be white and fat. Don't worry, dad will make great efforts to make money and cultivate you both into super meat buns."

"Mm-hmm."

I don't know whether he really understood or pretended to understand. Ling Wu nodded with a bright smile, his round eyes twinkled with excitement and expectation, and his small appearance was more and more cute.

"Dad..."

Ling Wen, who has been forgotten for most of the day, opens his lips with trembling eyes. The same black and bright eyes are missing. A five-year-old should be naive and lively, which contains naked worries, fears, expectations and excitement. Ling Jingxuan knows that he is not as easy to cheat as Xiaowu. He simply doesn't say anything. He gets up and leads Xiaowen to his side, and naturally takes him with the other hand."Dad, are you really not going to be stupid again?"

The father and son squatted down around the old wooden box. Ling Wen forbeared and forbeared. After all, he asked the most scared question in his heart. After all, he was still under five years old. Even if he was mature, his emotions were still written on his face.

On his eyes, Ling Jingxuan only felt a burst of heartache. After a long time, he burst into a gentle smile: "well, no, my father will take you to hold up the door of our family."

Cute little buns make people want to tease, but mature big buns, he has only serious guarantee.

"Dad..."

"Oh

The next second, big steamed stuffed bun rushed into his arms excitedly. Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but murmur. Then he felt his chest moist. He could not help but feel his whole body ache. He lifted his right hand and patted his back. On the other side, the small steamed bun blinked his eyes and looked at them. His mouth was shriveled, and he was about to cry. Ling Jingxuan immediately raised his hand and held him in his arms 。

"Wuwu..."

Two dry fried buns were buried in his arms, crying one by one, which made Ling Jingxuan feel miserable. At this moment, he knew that, regardless of whether they were mature or dumb, they were only children under five years old.