moonlight lure

She squatted on the ground and fed it while gently stroking its head with her little hands. Song Chuchen loved each one as he saw it. The episode in the car did not have any impact on his mood at all. He was chasing rabbits in the garden like crazy. He ran, quickly finished dividing his carrots, and stared at the ones in his sister's hand.

Song Shiwei and Ji Yanchen stood outside the fence looking at the two children. After a long while, Ji Yanchen commented quietly: "Your daughter is more dedicated than your son."

Song Shiwei laughed, turned around and asked him: "What if your daughter pesters you to raise one later?"

He didn't even think about passing the blame: "I just said that dad's decision doesn't count, and mom's consent needs to be sought."

Song Shiwei crossed her arms and looked at him with a half-smile on her lips: "Why didn't you ask for my permission when you were all working together to buy candy? You did all the good things yourself and made me think you were the bad guy?"

Ji Yanchen raised a hand and squeezed her shoulder diligently: "Don't I want to establish your authority at home? Then you don't need to use force when I'm not around in the future, and you can intimidate them both with just one look. "

When she heard this, she suddenly looked sideways: "Are you not here? Where are you going?"

Ji Yanchen paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect that her focus would be this: "Party, business trip, or closed training."

She pursed her lips and closed her eyes without replying. He understood and deliberately teased her: "It seems that my wife is not very concerned about her own majesty, but more concerned about whether I can be at home all the time."

Song Shiwei looked at the two small figures in the yard with an arrogant expression on her face, but she did not deny it: "I can't handle them both by myself."

Ji Yanchen pretended to be thoughtful: "Mrs. Ji, do you mean that this family can't survive without me?"

Song Shiwei ignored his insistence. Ji Yanchen sighed seriously and took her into his arms with one hand: "But I'm worried about leaving three babies at home."

The person next to him snorted disdainfully, but the curve of the end of his lips was honest and slightly upward. When he lowered his head to ask for some reward for coaxing his wife, there was a sudden argument in the garden.

The two of them hurried in, and a little girl who looked to be the same age was pushed to sit on the ground by Song Chuchen. She cried loudly. Song Shiwei looked around nervously, but her parents didn't hear the sound and came over.

Song Shiwei helped her up from the ground and patted the dust on her coat. After briefly asking and comforting her, she turned to look at Song Chuchen and asked seriously: "What's going on?"

Song Chuchen was very angry: "She and Ah Li are fighting for the rabbit!"

Song Shiwei explained: "This rabbit does not belong to my sister alone. Every child can feed it."

Ji Li hugged the rabbit and covered its ears with both hands. She frowned in distress and said, "But she just pulled the little rabbit's ears, and the little rabbit said it hurt."

But the girl suddenly changed her face and stopped pretending to cry. She shook off Song Shiwei's hand, leaned over and shouted fiercely at Ji Li: "Stop being childish! Rabbits can't talk!"

Song Shiwei and Ji Yanchen both frowned slightly when they saw this. After becoming parents, they had seen many such children and did not want to get involved. They asked Song Chuchen to apologize and confirmed that she was fine, and then led the two children out of the rabbit garden.

After walking away, Ji Li lay in Song Shiwei's arms and softly called, "Mom."

Song Shiwei looked at her: "Huh?"

She pointed upward with her little hand: "She also pulled my ear just now."

Song Shiwei looked up and noticed that the hairband on her daughter's head was a little crooked.

The headbands on both of their heads were bought when they entered the park just now. One has bear ears and the other has bunny ears. Song Shiwei raised her hand to straighten her hairband. She thought that the girl's clothes just now were plain and didn't fit well. Her braids were messy and her eyebrows were full of anger. At first glance, she looked like the kind of girl who was not usually valued by her parents. of little children.

Song Shiwei guessed that the other party was jealous of the hairband on Ji Yingli's head, and was hesitating on how to guide Ji Li to stay away from such a trouble-making child. The person next to her suddenly said lightly: "Next time, who will bully me?" You, just hit her back hard, no matter if the other person is a boy or a girl, and then use your watch to call dad."

Song Shiwei frowned and said, "What are you talking about?" Ji Yanchen said without changing his expression, "I'm serious." Song Shiwei pursed her lips and looked at him deeply. Because of the special nature of their profession, they know better than anyone else that using violence to fight violence is wrong, but it is effective.

She didn't want to veto her father's words in front of the children, so she thought about it and added softly: "If the other party really bullies you and makes you feel physical pain or makes you feel uncomfortable, don't bear it. But if it's just like what happened just now , then just stay away from each other, remember?"

Ji Li hugged her neck and rubbed her face with dependence: "I remember mom."

Song Shiwei's heart softened because of her, and she lowered her head and kissed her on the cheek.

Song Chuchen, who was being led away by his father, raised his face and asked eagerly: "What about me, mom?"

Ji Yanchen picked up his son with one hand and held him in his arms. Song Shiwei smiled and joked: "Just don't hit others."

Song Chuchen pursed his lips, feeling aggrieved because he was forced to apologize just now: "I did it to protect my sister!"

When Song Shiwei opened her lips and was about to speak, Ji Yanchen's eyes signaled her to stop blaming him, and he rubbed his head a few times with his big palm: "I asked you to apologize because you pushed someone first today, not because you were wrong to protect my sister. My son is so great. , my sister and mother will need you to protect me from now on. What do you want to eat? Dad will buy it for you."

They walked to the snack stall with their two children in their arms. Although Song Shiwei usually has strict dietary requirements for them, she usually doesn't disappoint the children when they play outside.

The two children happily chose milk tea, grilled sausages, fried rice cakes and marshmallows. Song Shiwei led them to sit on a table by the roadside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl's family passing by.

Their family is also a family of four, but their father is not here. The older woman, who is not her grandmother, is pushing a stroller. She speaks in a thick dialect and keeps scolding the little girl for running around.

Her mother was holding her brother, who was several years younger than her, in her arms. The girl lowered her head listlessly and slowed down when passing by the snack stall. She turned to look at the cotton candy stall and then looked up at her mother, but the other person only saw her little son. , smiling and teasing the person in his arms, completely ignoring the daughter beside him.

Song Shiwei couldn't help but sigh. Whether it was patriarchal preference or simple partiality, she had seen a lot of similar things, but since becoming a mother, she seemed to be more empathic.

After watching their family go away, she put away her gaze and looked at the two little brothers and sisters who had dirty mouths. She felt a little relieved and unconsciously raised the tail of her lips.

Ji Yanchen came back and handed her a cup of low-sugar hot tea: "What were you reading just now?"

"The little girl's family in Rabbit Park."

Song Shiwei held the paper cup and paused for a moment, "She also has a younger brother."

Ji Yanchen sat down next to her and said in a normal tone: "No wonder."

Song Shiwei bit her straw and looked at his side face, and had a sudden thought.

She leaned closer to him, looked at the two children across the table who were concentrating on eating delicious food, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think, in their eyes, we will be partial parents?"

Ji Yanchen subconsciously wanted to say that of course we are not, but then he was stunned for a moment and laughed.

How can any parent in this world realize and admit their partiality?

If the parents feel that they have no partiality, they will not count it. Only if the children feel that there is no preference is there really no preference.

"This is simple."

He looked at the person next to him and raised his hand to tuck the hair beside her ear, "We can try it out."