Chapter 111 Chapter110 Ten Years, One Product is as Gentle as Words

When Yan Xi rang the doorbell, it was Mother Wen who opened the door. He stuffed a small package in his hand into Mother Wen's arms, anxiously saying, "Well, Mom, just watch Wahaha first, Ah Heng and I went back to clean up the house, it was full of ashes, choked to death." Then, like a gust of wind, he disappeared. Mother Wen was sluggish, the touch of her hand was too soft, her head was lowered, her eyes were big, big and big, giggling, drooling, and her angelic little face. Three seconds later, the old lady came to her senses and yelled at the neighbor next door, "Wen Heng, Yan Xi, you two little bastards, this is my grandson, not a doll, little bastards!"

Ah Heng was embarrassed. Yan Xi embarrassed. In the evening, Mr. Yan brought his wife to his mother-in-law's house for dinner, and was scolded by the old lady: "I can tell, you want to abuse my grandson, don't you? Look at the child, holding the milk bottle is better than seeing you both kissing each other." , how do you usually starve him, huh?" Yan Xi saw his son holding the bottle and drinking it, like a starved ghost reincarnated, curled his lips: "Who is starving him, don't look at his mouth is not as small as a cherry, every time my wife feeds him, A dead child, choking to death."

Ah Heng touched his nose and felt wronged: "Mom, you can't blame me. Your grandson doesn't know how hungry and full he has a good appetite. I'll feed him eight times a day." Yan Xi nodded, stretched out her index finger to poke her son's cheek, but was slapped by her mother-in-law.The old lady said: "I've never seen such incomprehensible parents like you. Fortunately, I was kicked back by France. I have to stay for a few more months. My little baby has not been tossed to death by you." The old lady hugged her grandson and felt distressed, oh my little baby, she is so sweet, she has a kind smile on her face, I can't even kiss enough.

Siwan shook her goosebumps: "Mom, you don't think your talking is boring." Si Er's eyes widened: "Fuck off, my nephew, my nephew, my mother can kiss as much as she likes, save time for a blind date." Siwan Yuzu, holding Ah Heng's hand, tears streaming down his face: "Sister, sister, I am getting less and less status at home, you can count it back, they all bullied me." Ah Heng smiled gently, and she said, "Big brother, what are you afraid of, don't you want a girlfriend? I'm going to work tomorrow, and I'll go to the hospital to find some angels in white clothes for you."

Aheng received Edward's letter of introduction and the letter of appointment from the board of directors, and later worked in the Beijing NTS Medical Research Institute as the team leader of the ENT department. He went to France to report on his work every quarter. Siwan was dripping with cold sweat, and said embarrassingly: "No need, no need, maintain the status quo, the status quo..." Sier's teeth were about to be crushed, he snorted coldly and didn't speak. Yan Xi hugged her son, bent her eyes, and said, "Mom, Grandpa, let's go home first." Elder Wen had been on the other set of sofas all the time, although he was teasing the birds, he secretly glanced at Hui Xiaobao hundreds of times a day.Hearing that the great-grandson was leaving and wanted to stay, seeing that the grandson-in-law couldn't save face, he coughed lightly.

Ah Heng knew that Mr. Wen had always held grudges against Yan Xi, so he hugged the child from Yan Xi's arms, squatted under his grandfather's sofa, and smiled softly: "Little boy, kiss the old man, see you tomorrow." She hugged the little guy and gently imprinted a big saliva on Grandpa's face. Old Wen, who had been mastered for half his life, blushed and stiffened, then smiled, and gently touched Baby Yan's head with wrinkled hands . The big-eyed doll screamed, kicked her chubby legs in her mother's arms, opened her eyes wide to the grandfather, grabbed the white beard with her small hands, and giggled.

Siwan peeked at Yan Xi, Yan hoped that he would bend his eyebrows and snort his head: "Siwan, how old are you?" Siwan smiled: "Brother-in-law, hurry up and call brother, hurry up." Yan Xi rolled her eyes, hugged Ah Heng with her left hand, and wrapped her son with her right hand: "There are lunatics here, go home!" Outside, the sky is full of stars. Mother Wen looked at the back of her daughter and son-in-law, smiled, and suddenly burst into tears. Sier was surprised: "Mom, what's wrong with you?" Mother Wen said: "I have seen Ah Heng pass by here, and I have also seen Xiaoxi. They always walk by alone, and it makes me very worried every time. This is the first time, I looked at them and noticed happiness."

She was talking about getting old, but she turned around and picked up the phone. She sighed and only felt relieved. She said, "Old sister-in-law, come and settle in City B. Ah Heng already has a child, let's watch him grow up together." Hui Yue has big eyes, Hui Hui has a small mouth, Hui Hui is an embarrassing baby. At five months, Xin Dayi hugged Hui Yue, grinned and said to everyone, "This is my nephew, how beautiful is he, haha?" Everyone laughed badly, your nephew is so beautiful, how did you look like this? Dayi felt that the time was really short, so he went back to twenty-six years ago, and said, "My reputation in this life is in the hands of you and your beautiful father."

Hui Xiaobao pretended to be hypocritical, hugged his uncle's face and gnawed a couple of mouthfuls, kindly comforting him. At the age of six months, Baby Hui learned to speak, ahhhhhh, any request was just a single word "ah", feeding, urinating, and snatching mommy from daddy.Baby dad biting the towel quilt, this is my daughter-in-law, go back to your baby room! The baby is bleating milk in the mother's arms, with big eyes squinting, ah, after the author's translation, it should be you. Baby's mother said: "Yanxi, are you only three years old this year?"

The baby's father continued to bite the quilt, blinking his eyes wide: "Daughter-in-law, you can treat me as three years old, as long as you can let me sleep in your arms." The baby spits out the pacifier and turns his head, turning and turning, looking at his father, holding the towel in his little hand and crying: "Ah." "Yes, it's amazing, I will too, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I always pretend to be pitiful, old mother-in-law, I believe him, this damn child is the best at pretending." "Ahh." "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhh, I will too."

Baby Hui looked pitifully, looking at his father with big eyes. The baby's father is also very pitiful, looking at the baby's mother with big eyes. The mother of the baby was speechless, sleeping in the middle by herself, with her son in her left arm and the father in her right hand. Half a minute later, the baby's father trembled, but the baby's mother refused to tremble.A minute later, the baby's father was rolled up and shivered together with the baby's mother. The baby blinked his big eyes, sucked his fingers, and was confused... where's dad... Where is mom... where is where... When Hui Yue was seven months old, Ah Heng received a letter from Paris. In the French oil painting competition, Yanxi's meticulously prepared Mother won the only gold medal. The slogan printed on the invitation letter was: his gentle wife. I have never had such a vision, interpreting my wife in this way from the perspective of a husband. Mother. The lower right corner of the invitation corresponds to Mother's winning words: The love beyond your imagination. Become famous overnight, born for love. Ah Heng looked at her husband not far away.But he just lowered his head and patiently fed his son rice noodles. When Baby Yan was eight months old, he watched radio gymnastics on TV, and followed the children on TV very uprightly in his father's arms, jumping happily in crotchless pants. Yanxi's painting has been sold for a million dollars since he won the prize. With some money in his family, Mr. Yan was sad, thinking of the Ferrari that had died heroically before, and bought another one. When Ah Heng was reporting to work in Paris, Gu Feibai and Du Qing's wedding invitation letter was sent home. The eldest sister, third sister and fourth sister in Ah Heng's dormitory, together with Xiao Wu, strongly demanded to see their nephew. Ah Heng asked Yanxi to drive with the baby, and she got off the plane and went directly to the wedding. Guests gathered at the venue, and all the celebrities from the south of the Yangtze River were present. When Yan Xi arrived at the venue with Baby Hui in her arms, Ah Heng hadn't come yet. Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, he stood on the stool and waved directly, "Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, here, here, hurry up!" How can this guy's voice be so loud in the audience, everyone was silent for a while, looking at the entrance of the hall. Yan Xi black line. Wahaha just woke up, hugging his father's neck, wearing overalls, and turning his big eyes around. Gu Feibai was dressed in a white suit, looked at Yan Xi and the child in his arms, and was slightly absent-minded. Dressed in a wedding dress, Du Qing walked over, gently stroked the little guy's hair, and smiled, "Brother-in-law, where is my sixth sister?" Yan Xi: "Ah, oh, Ah Heng hasn't got off the plane yet, it will probably be a little while." Hui Xiaobao looked at the fragrant bride and sneezed loudly. Du Qing was a little embarrassed. Xiao Wu dashed over from his seat and snatched Wahaha from Yan Xi's hand: "Oh, my darling, why do you look so good-looking? You look better than your father. Haha, call me aunt, aunt." Wahaha pouted, then touched his Fifth Aunt's face and smiled, hehe. Yan Dang, the older generation in the meeting, recognized Yan Xi early on, embarrassed, should he say hello or not? The younger generation's eyes lit up, and they looked at Yanxi and whispered, is it DJ Yan?is it him? The rest of the people stared at it for a while, but suddenly smiled. It was Yanxi, the author of Mother. In this life, who still has to rely on whom to be famous? Ah Heng's mentor, Mr. Li, came over wearing reading glasses, looked at Yan Xi for a long time, and then smiled: "I know you." Yan Xi bowed deeply: "Sir, I know you too, thank you for your love for my wife." Mr. Li smiled lightly, looked at Gu Feibai, and said to Yanxi gently: "The only proud pupils in my life are Feibai and Ah Heng, you are so lucky, you must cherish them." Gu Feibai looked at Yan Xi, his lips moved, his eyes fixed on Du Qing, but he couldn't speak. There was a clear sound of running outside the hall, and the door was pushed open. It was Ah Heng, who had not had time to change out of his white coat, with picturesque eyes. She wiped her sweat and smiled slightly: "Fortunately, I'm not late." When Wahaha saw her mother, she stretched out her little hand and yelled.Ah Heng held Wahaha in his arms since he was a child. With gentle eyes, he said to Gu Feibai apologetically, "Senior brother Gu, I came in a hurry for your wedding with your sister-in-law. I didn't bring a present. Can I make it up in a few days?" It was already the day before the wedding when Yan Xi received the invitation at home, and the couple had no time to prepare gifts except to spend money with their parents. Gu Feibai looked at her and said lightly: "It's okay, I heard that Yanxi's paintings are hard to come by, how about drawing one on the spot as a gift?" Yan Xi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Do you want to paint? I don't think you can do painting. I'm good at oil painting." Oil painting takes some time. Gu Feibai shook his head, with a cold expression: "Then what about the words? Ah Heng sent a letter when I got engaged, and it would be nice for you to send another one to echo." Gu Feibai's handwriting has always been good, and it seems that the only place where he and Ah Heng have a common goal is only the handwriting. Du Qing's face became increasingly ugly. Yan Xi looked at A Heng dotingly: "Mrs. Yan, use yours to echo me, and my reputation will be gone." Ah Heng blushed slightly, pretending not to hear. Picking up the brush with his slender fingers, Mr. Yan smiled softly, and said, "Gu Feibai, today I am lonely because of my wife's pen and ink, otherwise, how can you be worthy of my handwriting?" In the meeting of wind and cloud, the dense emerald will shine. A pair of couplets. "Why don't you die if you succeed, you only envy gentle words but not immortals." Fall 2008. Ah Heng and Yan Xi returned to Wushui.