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Chapter 234 Sangsang (full text)

When the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, a crisp baby cry can be heard from the house.

Yun Xi gave birth to a girl, as Luo Su wished, and her baby name was "Sang Sang".

Sangsang grew up to be five years old, she was carved in pink and jade, she was extremely cute, and she had a sweet mouth, which coaxed everyone to love her and love her.

This temperament is very similar to Yun Xi from before, but his eyebrows and eyes are not like hers.

She is like Xie Heng, when she was young at the beginning, she couldn't tell from her chubby little round face.Later, when it got a little older and opened up a bit, even Luqi would be in a trance when she saw it.

Sangsang's little head will also be confused. She goes to the restaurant to play every day, and listens to guests from all over the world teasing her. Sang doesn't look like you?"

Yun Xi loved this child from the bottom of his heart, hugged her to his lap, and asked with a smile, "Who says Sang Sang is not like a mother?"

Sangsang counted on her little finger, "Grandpa Zhang, the storyteller, said so, and so did Uncle Gao, the waiter, and the guests sitting in the lobby. They all said that Sangsang didn't look like her mother at all, maybe her mother came from the moat. picked it up."

She pouted, and put her fleshy and soft hands around Yunxi's neck to act coquettishly, "Sangsang wasn't picked up by my mother, Sangsang is my mother's daughter. But why doesn't Sangsang look like my mother? If Sangsang grows up If you have to look like your mother, you will be as good-looking as your mother."

Sangsang was coaxed into a smile, and ran out again.

"What's your name?" He asked Sangsang in a gentle voice.

"Really? Where is it?"

Yunxi laughed, and touched her round head, "Even if our family Sangsang doesn't look like mother, she is still pretty, even better than mother. In the future, Sangsang will be famous all over the world when she grows up." beauty."

"Sangsang, Sangsang."

Yun Xi raised her very well, she was polite and sensible, and not squeamish at all.

"My name is Sang Sang." She was not timid at all, "Sang is a mulberry whose leaves are ferocious when it is still young."

Just like that person, wandering the streets with flowers, white horses with silver saddles, how unrestrained and flamboyant, he has captured the hearts of many girls in Shangjing.

"Okay." Sangsang ran back, raised her head and said to her, "Mother, I saw a very good-looking uncle just now."

"It's right there." Sangsang turned her head and pointed to her.The stone bridge was empty, and there were no people there.

Fortunately, a sudden hand caught her firmly, "Be careful."

Sangsang stood firm and looked up.Against the light, she actually couldn't see the appearance of the person who came, so she thanked crisply, "Thank you uncle."

"Sang Sang..." He read these two words gently between his lips and teeth, and smiled slightly, his brows and eyes suddenly brightened, like the warm sun and spring, which was extremely appropriate.

At the door of the house is the Qingshui River, with a curved stone bridge on the river.She used to walk on it many times, but today she accidentally stepped on it and almost fell on the bluestone bricks.

Yun Xi pushed the door and came out, pretending to be annoyed, "What are you doing running out again? Come back soon."

Today is a good day for the two sisters Qingyin and Luosu to get married, and Luqi has already passed away, so she has to bring Sangsang to help.

Someone in the house was calling her, Sangsang turned around and raised her voice to answer, "Mother, I am here."

"Perhaps Sangsang is wrong, let's go."

The man knelt down to look at her.

"Huh? Why is uncle missing?"

Yunxi didn't doubt that he was there, turned around and closed the door, and took Sangsang's little hand.

The footsteps of the weeping willow on the far embankment are light, and the majestic sunlight stretches the figures of the two infinitely long.

Sangsang would occasionally raise her head and talk to her, smiling like a silver bell, mixed in the misty breeze like water in the south of the Yangtze River, swinging far, far away...

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