Chang Chun quickly analyzed the whole thing in his mind. Zhang Jiajun and Changchun settled matters of separation four years ago. Since then, they have been separated. After a short period of time, he met Ms. Feng Jiyu, proposed to Ms. Feng, and registered their marriage in Vancouver. bigamy! Zhu Zhiliang opened the heavy briefcase, took out a folder, and opened one of the pages. "Look." It was a marriage certificate. Male: Zhang Jiajun, thirty-five years old, bachelor. Female: Feng Jiyu, 26 years old, single woman. Chang Chun raised his head, "He swears falsely."

Attorney Zhu nodded. "I can file a complaint against him." "correct." "Ms. Feng can also sue him to the government." "correct." "That bastard." "correct." "But he is no longer alive." "Completely correct." Chang Chun held his head in his hands, not believing such absurd things in the world. After a while Chang Chun asked, "Does he have two widows?" Lawyer Zhu nodded: "He and Ms. Feng have not yet divorced." "How can a person marry forever and never get divorced?"

Zhu Zhiliang replied: "Maybe, he loves women." Changchun can't laugh or cry. Suddenly remembered, "Do they have any children?" Zhu Zhiliang looked at Chang Chun. Chang Chun was depressed, if she didn't have children, how could she stand up. "A girl, two and a half years old. Feng Jiyu married Zhang Jiajun when she was pregnant." Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiajun also had a daughter. "What is your name?" "Zhang Yu." Zhang Qi and Zhang Yu are both good names, Youwuyou and Renzhiyou, the two little girls have lost their fathers at this moment, they are both poor little people, Changchun feels sorry for them.

Can't help asking: "Does she love children?" Lawyer Zhu rested his head on his hands, "I don't know the details and details. In fact, that Ms. Feng came to the door yesterday afternoon. She got straight to the point and said that Zhang Jiajun told her to go to Lawyer Zhu if there was something wrong." Chang Chun couldn't forget to tease at such a juncture, "You are really Zhang Jiajun's confidante." Over the years, if he hadn't maintained this little sense of humor, he would have collapsed already. Unexpectedly, Lawyer Zhu sighed and said, "Yes, he regards me as a good brother."

Chang Chun asked, "How did you establish your relationship?" Zhu Zhiliang glared at Chang Chun, "This matter is not within the scope of this story, are you busy with your own business?" Thinking about it, Chang Chun realized that the lesson was right, so he quickly looked at his nose and his heart. "Ms. Feng is a hundred times smarter than you," Zhu Zhiliang lectured, "She knows exactly what to do and when she asks how much her inheritance is, and she hands over copies of all supporting documents as soon as she sits down." , you? Are you still dreaming?"

What's wrong with dreaming? Changchun hopes to dream of his Spring and Autumn Dream every day. She said: "I'm not a delicious fruit, but you love me and worry about me. So you think I'm stupid, Lawyer Zhu, since Zhang Jiajun doesn't have a will, how should the property be distributed?" Zhu Zhiliang shook his head and pondered, "Zhang Qi and Zhang Yu are half of each other." Chang Chun raised her head, "If Ms. Feng needs it more urgently than I do, I'm willing to quit." Zhu Zhiliang shook his head and sighed, as if to say, if you are not promising, you are not promising.

Chang Chun had other ideas in mind. She knows Zhang Jiajun very well, he loves food, flowers and everything in the world, and he is just a high-paid wage earner, what can he have left? The big deal is that the apartment he lives in doesn't know whether he owes the bank money. "You can do as usual." Changchun sighed. "Feng Jiyu wants to meet you." When Chang Chun heard it, he quickly shook his head, from side to side, from side to side, he couldn't stop, he was so happy. "Thank you, thank you. I don't want to see her. I am against the idea that the world should be a public society. I have nothing to do with her. Lawyer Zhu, please please." Changchun couldn't stop clapping her hands.

"Of course you are related! Both of your daughters' fathers are Zhang Jiajun." "A child is a child, and I am me. Besides, Zhang Jiajun is no longer here, so it's pointless to talk about it." "You're bound to meet." "Really?" Changchun disagreed. "You can't stop little Kiki from seeing her father for the last time." This sentence awakened Changchun. real. She stared blankly at Zhu Zhiliang. Lawyer Zhu said lightly: "We Chinese often think that the actions of parents will be punished by their children. Although it is a bit superstitious, you see, children really can't get rid of it."

Zhu Zhiliang has no children, Zhu Zhiliang has a clear conscience, and he can definitely get rid of it. "I haven't talked to Kiki yet." "Explain to her quickly, without further delay." "How can you talk about life and death with a six-and-a-half-year-old child?" "Ask a child psychologist." Chang Chun decided to seek help from experts. Introduced by a friend, she took Xiao Qiqi to the doctor. The two adults and one child sat down first, and chatted for a while. Qiqi was very talkative, and she didn't care about the doctor. Xu Xu told about the things in the school.

Gradually, the doctor asked, "Does Daddy love you? Do you miss Daddy? When was the last time you saw Daddy?" Changchun was silent. She sat in a corner with a piercing heart. Suddenly Qiqi raised her head and said to the doctor, "Dad has passed away." The doctor was startled, and quickly looked at Chang Chun. Chang Chun knelt down and asked her daughter, "How do you know?" Xiaoqi replied calmly: "My brother told me. My brother told me not to be afraid. He also said that he would love and protect me like my father did." This time, not to mention Chang Chun's eyes filled with tears, even the doctor's nose was sore.

The doctor took advantage of the situation and asked, "Do you know what death means?" Xiaoqi nodded. "Tell mom and the doctor." Xiaoqi said: "Dad went to a better and more comfortable place. We will meet him there in the future, but we won't see him for the time being. He can no longer accompany me to the park or watch movies." Chang Chun asked urgently, "This is what my brother told you?" Xiaoqi nodded. Changchun really wanted to kiss her little brother Ankang. The doctor asked, "Are you feeling sad?" Xiao Qiqi nodded again, and at this moment, she cried. Changchun held her daughter tightly in her arms. Her thoughts flew far, far away, to the moment when Qiqi was just born.Having already hired a nanny, Zhang Jiajun was still worried, and got up several times in the middle of the night, sitting by the side of the crib, staring at the baby's little face, while she got up quietly, peeking at their father and daughter through the door. It was all gone in an instant. A date for the memorial service has been fixed. Changchun goes to the mall to find a black skirt and hat for Xiaoqi. Finally found a sailor suit in dark blue with white trim, which was passable. She had her own ready-made black and white suits for funerals. Unexpectedly, Ankang said: "Mom, I will accompany you." Chang Chun just wanted to simplify things, "Kang'er, you need to understand that this matter has nothing to do with you." Ankang didn't take it seriously, "How could my sister's matter have nothing to do with me." He straightened his chest like a little man. "Okay, okay," Changchun admired, "you can come too." Many men who have grown up but are dedicated to letting go may have to learn from the ten-year-old Ankang. It is really rare that he has the heart to protect women and children. Ankang also called his father out as a driver. The family drove to the church in silence and solemnity. An Fuquan simply sat in the last row and picked them up after the ceremony. Chang Chun led the two children and sat on the left, her eyes could not help but fall on a young woman in black on the right. The young woman had white skin, sword eyebrows and star eyes, short hair, and a child about two years old was sitting on her lap. The odd thing is that the child is wearing the same sailor skirt as Xiao Qi, and the child doesn't know what it means to be sad, and the smiling little face turns around, Chang Chun is startled, she looks exactly the same as Xiao Qi, it seems to be printed from the same mold, It can be sent without postage stamps. It turns out that the two half-sisters are like Zhang Jiajun. Changchun looked at the young woman, and the young woman also looked at Changchun. Needless to say, that young woman must be Ms. Feng Jiyu. At this moment Kiki said, "That little girl over there is like a doll." Ankang glanced at his mother, "She looks like a sister to Qiqi." Basically two sisters. Suddenly, the little child broke free from his mother's embrace, landed on both feet, and walked towards Changchun. And Xiaoqi also went up to meet her at this time, stretched out her hand, and held the little hand of the younger sister. The two girls stood together, if not for the difference in size, they would look like twins. Chang Chun and Ms. Feng looked into the distance, speechless. When lawyer Zhu Zhiliang arrived, he had a few words with Ms. Feng before coming over to say hello to Chang Chun. Chang Chun teased in a low voice: "It's your fault for eating this meal." Lawyer Zhu was also angry, "Who made me unable to get married?" Chang Chun kept silent, which was clearly a mockery of her having been married many times. The priest came out to preside over the ceremony. The memorial service of just thirty minutes passed quickly. So farewell to Zhang Jiajun forever. Except for these few people present, there is no one here to express their last remembrance. As soon as the people left, the tea was cold, and none of Zhang Jiajun's pig and dog friends came. The piano player is a beautiful and refined girl, and a strange song of salvation is full of emotion. Changchun prayed silently: God, give me patience, love, strength, and strength to bring up my two children, raise them to adulthood, and see them get married. The nose became more and more sore, and finally shed tears again. Ankang kept one hand on his mother's shoulder. Chang Chun held her son's hand. At this moment, she found that the ten-year-old's hand was quite strong and powerful, as if it could protect her. Chang Chun took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and raised her eyes to see Ms. Feng standing beside her. Changchun is unwilling to greet her. She has no choice between sleeping together and being petty. She would rather be misunderstood as petty. What happened after Zhang Jiajun broke up with her had nothing to do with her. As the divorce notice said, since then men and women have married and each went their own way. Changchun lowered his head. But the damn lawyer Zhu Zhiliang didn't let her go. Zhu Nu said, "This is Chang Shi Biling, and this is Feng Jiyu." She went along and introduced them. At this point, Chang Chun was forced to bow her body. Ankang looked at Feng's mother and daughter curiously. The officiant in the church had all dispersed, but it was a quiet place for conversation. But Lawyer Zhu was still not satisfied, "Let's go have a cup of tea." Chang Chun quickly said, "I'm tired." Ms. Feng looked at Ankang, then at Zhang Qi, and suddenly said in confusion: "I never knew that Zhang Jiajun was married." Changchun felt terrible, these dialogues are not suitable for children, she quickly said to Ankang: "You and your father go first, I have something to do." Ankang didn't know how much he wanted to hear, so he asked very reluctantly: "Where is my sister?" "Sister stay with me." Ankang had to leave with his father first. Who would have thought that Feng Jiyu would treat Chang Chun as one of his own, and without any regard for reserve and politeness, he opened his mouth and asked, "Isn't that big boy born of Zhang Jiajun?" Chang Chun couldn't help giving her a blank look, it was thirteen o'clock, thirty-eight. Zhu Zhiliang coughed quickly, and Feng Jiyu immediately fell silent. Fortunately, Ms. Feng immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I lost my shape. I was stimulated these days, and I didn't know how to control myself." Zhu Zhiliang said: "Zhang Jiajun really surprised us." "Who would have thought he had two ex-wives who never divorced." Changchun immediately realized that it was a good thing to be able to confess like this, at least the worries would not be suffocated in his chest and cause tumors. Feng Jiyu continued, "Ms. Chang, if you don't mind, maybe we can have a cup of tea." At this moment, Changchun noticed that someone in the corner of the back seat was watching them all the time. It was a well-proportioned middle-aged man in a suit. Chang Chun had roughly guessed his identity, so he cast a glance at Feng Jiyu. Feng Jiyu was actually a little shy, and confirmed that Chang Chun's guess was correct, that man, of course, was her close friend of the opposite sex at this stage. Smart and capable ladies don't worry about being lonely. Chang Chun said softly, "I'm really tired and want to rest." Feng Jiyu didn't force himself, "Let's show you face next time." They each took back their daughters. Chang Chun couldn't bear it any longer, opened her handbag, took out her wallet, and showed Feng Jiyu a photo of Qiqi when she was young, "Does it look like it?" Feng Jiyu looked at it and was amazed, "It's printed in the same mold." Lawyer Zhu also said: "The matter of inheritance is really mysterious." The distance was getting closer, but Chang Chun still didn't want to sit and drink tea with Feng Jiyu. This is indeed her introduction. Lawyer Zhu said, "Shi Biling, I'll see you off." Feng Jiyu smiled. She thought, Shi Biling is a unique and good name. In the car, Qiqi asked her mother: "Who is that little girl, and why does she look exactly like me?" Changchun decided to turn major issues into minor ones, and trivial matters into nothing. He made a drastic move and vigorously cut out the plot, saying only: "There are similarities between people." Anyway, there is no need for the two of them to meet again in the future. Both daughters live with their mother and take care of themselves. Women are becoming more and more capable and independent, and the world is quickly becoming a matriarchal society. Zhu Zhiliang glanced at Chang Chun, as if to say: "Why bother, they are obviously sisters and may rely on each other in the future." Changchun just turned his head away. Changchun and Changxia discussed everything, but that was different, they were sisters with the same father and mother. It was only at this time that Changchun was grateful to his parents for only getting married once. Yes, their relationship was not good and they had been quarreling for decades, but it was an achievement that they finally grew old together. Changchun couldn't do it. Lawyer Zhu asked while driving: "In case you have something to do, who would you hand Kiki to?" "Everlasting summer." "Okay," Zhu Nu continued, "if Feng Jiyu hands over Xiao Zhangyu to you, will you accept it?" "He is fine, why do you need to ask Gu?" "Just in case, I mean just in case." Chang Chun hardened his heart and replied, "It's none of my business." Lawyer Zhu could only sigh. Qiqi asked curiously: "What is mother called Tuogu?" "That's an adult's business, children don't have to worry about it." Got home. Chang Chun changes her daughter's clothes and asks her to do her homework obediently. Unknowingly, leaning on the couch, Chang Chun fell into a drowsy sleep. Suddenly, a person opened the door and walked towards Qiqi's bedroom. Changchun called him anxiously: "Hey, hey, who are you? Who are you looking for?" The man turned his head, and replied in disbelief and sadness: "Changchun, you even forgot about me." It's him, it's Zhang Jiajun! Chang Chun stared blankly at him, not afraid at all, just felt embarrassed, she randomly found an excuse: "You are much thinner." Zhang Jiajun said sadly, "I'll come and see Qiqi." "She is fine, I will take good care of her for the rest of my life, don't worry." Zhang Jiajun nodded, "I know you have always been a good mother." Chang Chun couldn't help asking: "Have you been to see Yuyu?" "I'm going right now." Changchun still has a lot to say, but she just feels stuffy in her chest. When she wakes up, it turns out that Qiqi's face is pressed against her heart, and the red sun is scorching. It's just a dream. Changchun sipped and kissed Qiqi's face, and whispered: "Mom's little princess, mother's biological daughter, Qiqi is mother's precious egg." Ankang passed by, knowing that it was the most unique feeling between mother and daughter, and that a son would be a man in the future, and it was impossible to enjoy it, so he shrugged and walked away gently. Chang Chun hugged her daughter tightly. She said in her heart: "Zhang Jiajun, I will do my best to take care of Qiqi in my lifetime, don't worry." Today's mothers are not as powerful as the mothers of the past. Modern women are infinitely powerful. Standing up, launching a masculinity, and roaring, it really works. Unlike before, orphans and widows would just cuddle together and cry, allowing others to deceive them. For many years, Changchun has been a parent, and she is free and easy, secretly melancholy, which is another matter. Having said that, but female lawyer Zhu Zhiliang is right, Qiqi should fight for the inheritance she deserves. The next day, An Fuquan asked Chang Chun to discuss serious matters over lunch. Chang Chun and Chang Xia said: "It's considered lucky that we can't live together, we can't be friends, but we don't turn against each other." The younger sister can only say this: "They are indeed human beings." Chang Chun sighed: "I know someone who has been divorced for twenty years and still can't get rid of his ex-husband to ask for money." Chang Xia's answer was simple: "Call the police." Chang Chun went to meet her first ex-husband as promised. An Fuquan cut straight to the point, "Shi Biling, honestly, do you have any difficulties?" So Chang Chun replied honestly: "No, Ankang University's tuition fees have been prepared." An Fuquan felt relieved and said with admiration, "Shi Biling, you are really capable." How much blood, sweat and tears were there after this compliment, let alone pay attention to it, but at this moment Changchun puffed up his chest and accepted the honor. She said modestly: "This is the most basic condition for being a modern woman, everyone is like this." An Fuquan said fairly: "Shi Biling, I, a little man, won't make you hard. Ankang's tuition is mine." Chang Chun was polite, "It's the same for anyone who comes out, don't worry about it." After parting hands, they respected each other as guests, which shows that the two parties are not in agreement with each other, and they are still good people. Immediately Chang Chun smiled, "Is there nothing else to do?" He's just worried about his son. An Fuquan suddenly said softly, "I might get married." Chang Chun was taken aback, she didn't expect that she would be the first to receive the news, so she smiled politely, speaking like an elder: "Is it Miss Dong?" "Yes," An Fuquan admitted, and suddenly defended his new partner for no reason, "she is a very good woman." Chang Chun quickly agreed, "I'm sure she is." An Fuquan laughed. Then, the thing that Changchun was most afraid of came, An Fuquan said: "Maybe, when you are free, we can meet up." Chang Chun quickly said: "I'm very busy, let's talk about it another day." An Fuquan had lived with her, so of course he knew her temper, so he just laughed. Back in the store, I buried my head in doing the accounts, and looked up after a while, only to feel lonely, everyone got married, and she was the only one left. Chang Chun sneered again, she is not bad, she has two official marriage records, more than enough for business. Thinking about it now, I really don't know where the courage and energy came from. Two marriages, two children. Twice back then, he held on tightly to the child, except for Chang Xia, everyone disapproved of it. Chang Xia said it well: "Only your own son will come to sweep your grave." Chang Chun didn't think so far, and was startled, "This is so ugly." Chang Xia sneered, "Fool, this is bound to happen, why avoid it." Chang Chun lowered his head, feeling compassionate. Then she remembered that she asked: "What is the reason for being a person who spends his whole life doing hard work?" Chang Xia shrugged, "Since ancient times, so many philosophers have asked this question, who knows the answer?" Chang Chun raised her head. This small shop has locked her up for nearly ten years. This is her business. She and her children's food, clothing, housing, transportation and tuition fees are all here. Her ex-husband respects her because she lives properly. , without embarrassing or ashaming anyone. So Changchun dared not leave his prison-like job, and repeated the boring procedures of ordering goods and making accounts every day, day after day, year after year. She also worked hard to save, hoping that one day she could redeem herself and retire for leisure. The assistant came over and said, "Miss Chang, I'm off work." Chang Chun woke up suddenly, ah, it was another day, she said melancholy: "You go, I will lock the door of the shop." The assistant left for a long time, Changchun suddenly heard someone knocking on the glass wall, she almost suspected that Zhang Jiajun came to pick her up from get off work, those ten years never passed, Qiqi was not born yet, and she, Changchun, still had courage. There are rare visitors outside the glass door. She is Feng Jiyu. Chang Chun sighed and was fascinated, whoever told her to open the store to do business, the real customers were the customers. She had to stand up, put on a weary smile, and open the door, "We're closed." But what she met was the stubborn Ms. Feng Jiyu, who was not polite at all, put one hand on the glass door, and came in and sat down. Changchun could only sigh. Feng Jiyu looked around. Suddenly she said, "I see." Chang Chun really wanted to ask her what she understood. Feng Jiyu automatically revealed the answer, "It turns out that all the small gifts Zhang Jiajun gave me came from your store." When Chang Chun heard this, he let out a wry smile. She asked Ms. Feng: "Is there something wrong?" It seems that Feng Jiyu has also been working all day, and he looks very tired, "Zhu Zhiliang said that your shop is here, so I came to see it." Damn Zhu Nu. Feng Jiyu suddenly stretched out his arm, and turned to beat his waist. Chang Chun was taken aback, at this moment she saw that the aim was coming. No way. But... Chang Chun muttered in his heart, there is such a thing? Feng Jiyu let out a sigh of relief, "Ming people don't speak code words in front of them, Shi Biling, I've come to discuss something with you." "Please say." Feng Jiyu tilted his head, at this moment her makeup is a bit faded, her forehead and bridge of nose are oily, Chang Chun thought, she is not much better than my old sister, she couldn't help but feel sympathetic, and decided to listen to what she had to say. Feng Jiyu said: "Last night I dreamed about Zhang Jiajun." Chang Chun was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night." "He came to see Yuyu, he was worried about the child." Chang Chun kept silent, unexpectedly Ms. Feng's dream was similar to hers. "I told him that Yuyu will be fine one day, so he can rest assured." The two women gave Zhang Jiajun the same answer. Then, Feng Jiyu got to the point: "Attorney Zhu is counting Zhang Jiajun's estate." So that's it. Chang Chun smiled: "It's business." She got up to tidy up the sundries, took out the key, and was about to close the shop, and chased away the customers without saying anything. Ms. Feng said: "I hope the two children can be divided equally." Chang Chun replied: "Lawyer Zhu will figure it out." "Zhang Jiajun has no will." Chang Chun said softly, "The children are waiting for me at home." Feng Jiyu had no choice but to stand up. Changchun turned off the lights and locked the glass door. Feng Jiyu asked: "Why do I have a strong curiosity about you but you are not interested in me?" Chang Chun replied, "Because I'm older, and I don't have the energy to meddle in other people's affairs." They walked and talked. Feng Jiyu said: "I always thought you would understand my embarrassment." Changchun stopped. Feng Jiyu spread his hands, "Back then, Zhang Jiajun and I got married in a foreign country in a hurry, but in order to obtain a legal status for the child, I couldn't get along with him at all, and we have no married life." Chang Chun remained silent, and after a while she said: "There is no need to talk about the past." She had spoken so eloquently that she didn't want to be the audience at all. Feng Jiyu was disappointed, even she had no choice but to back down, she never thought that Chang Chun would actually build a copper and iron wall to protect herself. It should be. Feng Jiyu said, "Goodbye." She turned and walked to the other side. Chang Chun couldn't bear it, and stopped her: "How about I give you a ride?" It was Feng Jiyu who shook his hand, "I'll call a taxi myself." Chang Chun persuaded: "Where is an empty taxi at this time, you are inconvenient, wait for me to take you." Feng Jiyu was depressed, "I can't hide it from your eyes." The two girls got into the car. It rained suddenly and the traffic was congested. Changchun used the car phone to contact the two children, then opened a travel bag in the car, took out a tube of chocolate biscuits and a bottle of mineral water, and handed them to Feng Jiyu, "Eat something, now is not the time to be hungry." Feng Jiyu was indescribably grateful. Her childish temper came again, "Why did Zhang Jiajun separate from such a considerate and careful woman like you?" Chang Chun smiled, "Maybe he doesn't want to have another mother." Feng Jiyu said: "I like children." Chang Chun teased, "I can tell." "I've thought about it carefully, maybe it's a selfish thing to do. As career women, we can live past the age of forty, but we can't survive the age of fifty. We don't have children to accompany us in our later years, and the situation is miserable." Chang Chun looked at her, "The child may not be with you in old age." Feng Jiyu smiled, "That's another question." "It's hard enough for a woman raising a child by herself." "But they have faces like Angel's..." Chang Chun continued: "After six months of raising them, they can pinch their cheeks, which are surprisingly strong." "He can speak at the age of one, and his sentences are often unexpectedly well-marked." Chang Chun said: "Without them, the world would definitely sink." "Toddlers are the most obsessed people in the world. When they see their mothers going to work, they will cry, huh huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, wailing like a puppy. It's so desolate. Hearing them cry, the mother's back As sharp as a knife." Changchun is someone who has been there, so of course he smiles. I didn't expect Feng Jiyu to be a good mother. Changchun was silent. Traffic moves inch by inch. Chang Chun missed another intersection and had to drive for another 20 minutes before arriving at the entrance of the building designated by Feng Jiyu. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Feng Jiyu went in. Chang Chun slowly withdrew the car. This is sister Kiki's mother. In addition to the three thousand miles away, modern people have other relatives brought about by failed marriages. Crying like a puppy, the description is really vivid, when they get angry, they are like kittens, meowing, meowing, writhing. Coming home late, Qiqi insisted on clinging to her mother, hanging on her body to watch TV, eat, and play. Changchun was covered in sweat, and she always had to coax her daughter to sleep before she could take a shower in a hurry. This has been done for many years. I fell on the bed, and within a moment, the dawn was already white, and the next day came again. Such a life is actually very pale. To paraphrase the common phrase of new school poets, it may be "no spirituality at all". Chang Chun was at a loss, how should she live if she didn't live like this?Spending every night at parties is not necessarily more fulfilling. Chang Chun buried her head in her daughter's ear, "Go to sleep, okay? Mom never understands why you can't go to sleep when you have time to sleep, but mother can't sleep when you want to sleep." Alas, if it wasn't for them, it would be better not to wake up forever. Kiki is still woo-woo-woo. Changchun hopes that the children will grow up quickly, go, go, dance, and let mother sleep well at home. Chang Chun yawned, his eyelids hanging down. Ankang brought the manual over. The densely packed small characters forced Chang Chun to read it through and sign. While her body was getting heavier and heavier, finally, Qiqi fell asleep on her mother's arm. Chang Chun carried her daughter to the crib and put her down. At this moment, she didn't want Qiqi to grow up. She stared at her daughter's face for a moment, thinking that in another twenty years, Qiqi might be sitting by the crib to watch over the child, and she felt even more boundless.