Lin Qiao didn’t think he was going back to play; the child wouldn’t lie about such things. "Okay, rember to behave and don’t cause trouble for others."
"Okay."
Song Ling asked her, then looked at Song Tingfan, "Dad, can I go?"
"Your mom agreed." Song Tingfan served Lin Qiao a bowl of rice, then gave her a piece of lamb.
"Dad, you’re just like , listening to Mom." Song Ling was quite proud.
Lin Qiao: "..."
The others were amused, Li Guifen genuinely liked him and couldn’t help but touch his head, "Eat more."
Then she rembered sothing, "There’s a variety show in town tomorrow, let’s go watch together."
Since her daughter returned, she always wanted to spend more ti with her.
Lin Qiao wasn’t working now, the shop had soone managing it, and there’s no need to worry about ho, so she had no objections, but she still looked at Song Tingfan, "Do you want to go?"
He still wasn’t very used to going out to see people.
"I’ll go." Song Tingfan didn’t hesitate at all.
He wouldn’t hide inside his shell now, Lin Qiao was very pleased, if there weren’t so many people around, she’d definitely give him a kiss.
Seeing her daughter getting close to the son-in-law’s face, Li Guifen coughed, "Eat up while it’s hot; it won’t taste good if it gets cold."
The family was joyous and harmonious, they sat for quite a while after dinner before heading ho.
Song Tingfan rested for a while, then took up the bow and arrow. Lin Qiao noticed, "Going up the mountain to hunt?"
"Wanna go?"
"I do."
The two of them packed a small basket and went up the mountain. This season, wild chrysanthemums were blooming beautifully, a bright yellow, quite a sight.
Lin Qiao casually remarked, "The wild chrysanthemums here are blooming so well."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan followed her gaze, quickly walked over, and bent down to pick a large bunch.
A really large bunch.
Lin Qiao couldn’t see his waist anymore, but when he handed them to her, she accepted them with a mix of emotions.
"Is this enough? If not, I’ll pick more when we co back." Song Tingfan didn’t care if it was too much; he just wanted to know if she liked them.
Lin Qiao glared at him playfully, teasing, "Not enough, why not just take over the whole back mountain?"
"Sure, we’ll do so when we go down the mountain." Song Tingfan didn’t hesitate a bit.
"..."
Lin Qiao tugged at him, "If you go, you’ll be sleeping outside tonight." Then she held his hand, indicating him to walk forward.
Sneaking a glance at their clasped hands, Song Tingfan held her hand even tighter, obediently saying, "I’ll sleep close to you."
The two of them dawdled for quite a while before entering the woods. Lin Qiao found a few mushrooms, and Song Tingfan caught a rabbit.
After that, there wasn’t much else.
When preparing to go down the mountain, Song Tingfan rolled up his sleeves and climbed a tree, gathering more than ten bird eggs and carefully wrapping them with leaves.
No need to guess, these were for Song Ling.
He wasn’t expressive, but he fulfilled his responsibilities as a father.
...
Twilight, with lingering light.
"Mom, Dad, Grandma, I’m back!"
Before seeing Song Ling, they heard his voice.
Song Qin happily went out to greet him, Song Ling kissed her several tis, making her very cheerful.
Lin Qiao in the kitchen couldn’t help but tut twice, saying to Song Tingfan, "Your son’s mouth, I wonder who he gets it from."
Song Tingfan looked straight at her, sincerely saying, "Like you."
Lin Qiao: "..."
Like her? She’s not like that.
During those years, at most she spoke nicely.
Soon, Song Ling ran inside, dashing into Song Tingfan’s embrace, "Dad, the teacher praised , said I’m good."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan pursed his lips. The teacher was Cheng Sheng, and if he said "good," it ant there’s more to learn.
But looking at the child who resembled himself, he didn’t say more, "Good."
Lin Qiao understood him better than anybody, whenever he got into trouble, he’d co ho and praise himself, and then she’d go easy on him, "So, what trouble did you get into today?"
Mom guessed it, Song Ling’s little face drooped imdiately, saying quietly, "I broke soone’s pen."
"Whose?"
"Qiangqiang’s, but I gave him mine as compensation."
Lin Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then sternly asked, "How did you break it?"
"They... they were spinning their pens, I wanted to try too, borrowed Qiangqiang’s and accidentally dropped it."
Song Ling knew he’d get hit by mom this ti, snuggled up to Song Tingfan’s neck, pitifully saying, "Dad, I didn’t an to, can you help persuade mom?"
"Don’t say dad, even if your ancestors co, there’s no use; go to the corner, recite your book and reflect." Lin Qiao scared him with a stick.
Usually, by this ti, he’d be up and running, but now he was holding onto Song Tingfan and wouldn’t let go, hoping Song Tingfan would spare him.
Song Tingfan glanced at her, just about to say sothing when he heard the serious voice of the woman, "Both of you go together."
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