Qingfeng Xu Xu

"Don't let him die!"Before Xu Qingjiu fell off the cliff, he heard Qi Kaiyuan roar like this.

"Don't let him die. There will always be time to speak when you are alive."Qi Kaiyuan was hiding in the dark, with only a pair of cold and scary eyes. Song Tangqing was tied to the wooden frame that was very inconsistent with her body size. One hand was covered with corroded and twisted skin, and the other hand The marks of the knife were cut one after another, densely packed with blood and flesh. Song Tangqing, who had just passed her fourth birthday, really didn’t know what the person who stood in the dark and gave orders wanted to know from her mouth, nor did she know Why was he still playing around with his father, mother, and uncles before, but in the blink of an eye he was locked up in this dark place, with wounds opened repeatedly every day. Song Tangqing only felt that those wounds were heartbreaking, but because he no longer had any Without strength, even the sounds of shouting and moaning were so weak and short.

"Qing, what are you doing? Why is your face so messed up?"Tang Yian saw his son Song Tangqing sitting on the ground from a distance, shaking his head and concentrating on playing with something in his hands. When he walked in, he saw Song Tangqing holding a clay figure in his hands, with no facial features. Tang Yian said again. Seeing the mud marks on Song Tangqing's face, she smiled and said softly:"Aqing, can't you hold your eyes and nose?"

"Mother, look."As he said that, Song Tangqing put a clay hand on his nose again, maintaining a good hand posture, and then returned it to the clay figurine's head. However, Song Tangqing almost occupied the entire head of the clay figurine with one hand, making Song Tangqing's face look small. It's very fancy, but you can still see a somewhat depressed expression,"It doesn't work like this. Just now I pressed the clay man's head on his nose, but the clay man's face was completely sunken."

"Why is Aqing looking at her face? Why doesn't she act like her mother and father?"

Song Tangqing thought for a moment, and said seriously with a little painted face:"But Aqing has just learned how to pinch herself. My mother is beautiful, and Aqing also wants to pinch a good-looking one."

"Is your mother still good-looking? But my mother is old. People say that after a woman gets married and has children, she is busy all day long caring for her husband and children. No matter how good-looking she is, she will slowly turn ugly."

Although the little Song Tangqing still doesn't understand what it means to get married, and she doesn't feel that her mother has become old or ugly, she still feels that there is something wrong in her mother's words,"Wood, rice, oil and salt? Does it mean cooking? But doesn’t dad cook the food at home? When did your mother start cooking? Did you secretly cook it for your father alone behind A Qing’s back?"

Tang Yian was dumbfounded by Song Tangqing's successive questions, but he quickly retorted:"Of course not, but when your father was cooking, my mother-in-law was also there. Watching your father cook, my mother-in-law was also there. It's going to get ugly."

The little Song Tangqing still didn't understand what her father's cooking was worth seeing, so she actually asked her mother-in-law not to play with her. She looked at Tang Yian with her big eyes open for a while, and Song Tangqing turned her attention again. Returning to the clay figurine in his hand, he was still looking at the clay figurine with a frown and puzzled.

"Who taught you to make clay figurines like this?"

"Dad"

"......"For some reason, Tang Yian suddenly felt that he seemed to be too harsh on Song Tangqing,"What your father said is wrong. Come on, my mother will teach you." After saying that, Tang Yian also rolled up his sleeves, stretched out his hand to pick up some mud on the ground, and looked at When he reached the bucket of water next to him, Tang Yian asked again:"How many clay figurines are you going to make? How come you fetched so much water?"

"This water is not made of mud. The reflection in the water allows me to see what I look like, so I can pinch out my facial features."

"This is also a good method, but why don't you use it?"

"Dad said this was slow and imprecise, so he taught me other methods."

"Your father must have never played with clay figurines, so you don’t have to believe everything he says."

"Um."After saying that, Song Tangqing focused on the clay figurine in his hand again.

Tang Yian hadn't started shaping it yet, but he saw that his son was almost finished, and his facial features had taken shape. It seemed that he could just outline and modify it a little more.

"Qing, is it almost ready?"

""Auntie, look," Song Tangqing raised the clay figurine in her hand towards Tang Yian and said,"Aqing, can you make it look like it?""

"yes...Your father?"

"no."Song Tangqing said with a frown, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"That must be A Niang"

"......"

Looking at his son's expression, Tang Yian knew that he had seen it wrong again,"Who is that?"

"it's me."

Tang Yian looked carefully again. The outline of his eyes was indeed quite big, but that Liu Yemei was indeed her husband, but that small mouth really didn't look like her husband's.

"Aqing is the son of his father and his mother, so he naturally looks like his father and mother. His eyebrows are his father's, his eyes are his, his nose is his father's, and his mouth is his mouth. Isn't this right?"

Although Song Tangqing's idea was theoretically correct, Tang Yian still couldn't help laughing. He looked at his son with a happy face and said with a smile:"Aqing's method is really good, but it's just that...Aqing is the child of his father and mother. Although he looks like us, it is just a resemblance. Aqing is Aqing. He is unique and cannot be pieced together at random. That's good, Aqing will pinch it like her mother, and Aniang will pinch it like Aqing, so it will be much clearer"

"good."

When Song Nianci finished cooking and went out to look for someone, he saw his wife and children sitting in a puddle of mud, seemingly having a great time.

"Yi'an, why are you sitting on the ground? Be careful if you catch a cold. As soon as he got closer, Song Nianci reached out and helped Tang Yian up, then turned to blame her son:"Why doesn't Aqing take good care of your mother?" I just know how to play around."

Facing his father's disdain, Song Tangqing retorted very reluctantly:"Uncle and uncle said, Aqing is still a child, and parents are adults, so it is natural for adults to take care of children."

"Ah Qing is a man and should take good care of his mother."

"I think what you said is right. Aqing protects her mother and father protects Aqing. How about that?"

"Okay~ I listened to Yi'an."Song Nianci looked at Tang Yian and smiled, then looked at the clay figurines in the hands of Song Tangqing and Tang Yian,"It must have been taught by Yi'an. It was done so quickly and it looks so beautiful."

"No, my mother-in-law pinched A Qing, but A Qing pinched my father and my mother-in-law. My father didn’t even praise me."

"Men should be more humble"

"But grandma also said that everyone must be treated equally, but dad is partial to grandma"

"Your mother-in-law is my wife, so I am naturally partial to you. As for you, I don’t know whose family you belong to in the future. Who wants to favor you?"

"I also think Brother Nianci is biased. He only taught Aqing how to make clay figurines, but not me."

Seeing that Tang Yian's words were gentle but his eyes were indeed very unfriendly, Song Nianci had no choice but to admit defeat. After all, her son's face was now full of evidence of his crime. However, he lowered his head unwillingly and complained to his wife in a low voice:"Who asked him to do this? The day is pestering you, Uncle Zhou said, you need to take a good rest now"

"I don’t care, Brother Nianci is just partial."

"Okay~ I’m just partial, partial to you two. I cooked what you like to eat, but I didn’t cook what I like to eat."

"Dad’s taste is so weird. Who wants to eat sweet fish? Grandma doesn’t like it either."

"No matter how much you talk, if you can find someone else to cook for you later, no one will care about you. Yi'an, let's go home for dinner"

"Brother Nianci, my feet are numb."

Song Nianci picked up his wife without saying a word, letting his son chase after her for a long time, and then finally put her son on her back, but she hugged the person in front of her tightly with both hands. Song Tangqing had no choice but to hug herself tightly. Dad's neck, a pair of feet trying hard to find a place to stay.

"Qing, have you gained weight again? Why are you so heavy?"

"No." The little Song Tangqing's legs were a little too short and she couldn't wrap her arms around her father's waist. Fortunately, her mother in front stretched out her hand to support her feet. Only then did Song Tangqing stabilize herself,"Obviously. Mother has a younger sister in her belly again, Aqing knows that"

"Does Aqing want a sister?"

"It’s all good, my brothers and sisters all want it.

Song Nianci also agreed very much,"Aqing is right, and dad thinks so too.""

"Why isn't Aqing sleeping yet?"After Song Nianci settled his wife, he saw that the undried clay figures on the table were about to stick to the table, so he thought about putting them in Song Tangqing's room. When he opened the door, he saw that his son was still reading at the table.

"Dad," Song Tangqing looked up and saw the clay figurine in Song Nianci's hand. He put down the book in his hand and stood up and walked towards Song Nianci, reaching out to take the clay figurine."Thank you, Dad."

Song Nianci did not hand the clay figurine to Song Tangqing. Instead, she reached out and took her son's hand. She walked to the window and placed the clay figurine on the window sill.

"Aqing's pinching is better, especially the way she made her mother's face look exactly like her."

"Dad originally wanted to praise my mother for her good looks, so why did he praise A Qing against his will?"

Song Nianci looked at the little baby in front of her, thinking about what Song Tangqing said just now. She was silent for a moment, then squatted down and looked at Song Tangqing and asked with a smile:"Does Qing really want a younger brother or sister?"

Although Song Tangqing didn't know what deeper meaning his younger brothers and sisters had for him, he at least understood that to him, they were naturally family members," Aqing wanted. only..."

"Does Aqing know that her father and mother always love Aqing very much?"

"Compared to Aqing, my father loves my mother more, and my mother also loves my father more."

"Does Aqing think so?"

"Um"

"For my father, Aqing and my mother are both very important to me. Maybe it’s because my mother is the one that my father wants to take care of and cherish all his life, so he will love my mother more, but my father loves Aqing. There must be the same amount of love, and as the days go by, this love will become more and more. Qing, do you think dad is right?"

"......"Such a profound topic is too profound for a four-year-old child.

"In our family, my father feels that the most important person is my mother. Do you know why? Seeing that his son did not understand the meaning of this question, Song Nianci continued:"Mother gave birth to Aqing, gave Aqing life, and gave daddy a son. This is mommy's contribution to us, so daddy must give birth to Aqing." I will love and protect her for the rest of my life"

"Aqing should do the same. Song

Nianci chuckled and said,"Yes, we should all be like this. Grandma is the best person in the world." The way my father loves my mother-in-law is to take good care of her, and the way my mother-in-law and my father love her is to give the best in the world to her, so that she can become the best person in the world one day. , when A Qing left her father and mother, she allowed A Qing to meet the best person in the world for A Qing."

"Dad just said that we are a family, why did Aqing want to separate from his father and mother?"

"From the day A Qing came to this world, A Qing became an independent person in this world. In this case, one day A Qing will be separated from her father and mother. Dad and Mom can't stay with you all your life, and Aqing shouldn't be the dependence of Dad and Mom....Aqing is an independent person in this world"

"But Aqing just wants to be with her father and mother forever, is that okay?"

"Of course you can"

"Dad...A Niang..."When Song Tangqing opened his eyes again, the surrounding environment had changed and he was in chaos.

"Ah Qing? A Qing has grown so big, come and show A Niang."Suddenly, a figure appeared in the chaos, waving to Song Tangqing.

"Grandma?"As he said that, Song Tangqing walked forward quickly.

"Come on, come over to grandma."The figure kept waving, but no matter how fast Song Tangqing stepped closer, the figure was still so far away.