Blutbefleckter Tod - Kapitel 81
What exists is simply family affection, warmth, the simple joys shared by every ordinary family, the beautiful sunset on the horizon, and the warm breath carrying the fresh fragrance of plants brushing against one's cheek.
These are what she wants; these are what truly belong to her.
It is simple and real, tangible and attainable.
A slight ripple appeared between his brows, and a suffocating pain welled up in his heart. He took a deep breath, flipped his hand, and gently grasped her wrist through his sleeve. He took two large strides ahead of her and pulled her into the thicket.
He will never see her running figure again.
Hiding behind a tree, Song Xiaohua peeked around for a while, finally making sure that the little devil hadn't followed, before she breathed a sigh of relief.
With one hand on his hip and the other on his chest, he turned his head, panting heavily, and let out a bloodcurdling scream that pierced the clouds.
Yuan Hao held a huge, colorful caterpillar between his thumb and forefinger, waving it left and right in front of her: "This is the caterpillar's great-grandmother. She was sleeping just now, but she's awake now."
Still shaken, Song Xiaohua kicked him, saying, "Let Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa live their lives in peace!"
With a grin, he placed the insect back on the nearby tree trunk. Seeing her wary expression and the way she shuffled a few steps like a crab, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "With your timidity, what will become of you in the future?"
"Don't even mention it! Just thinking about it makes me want to die. How did I end up with such a jinx? Ling'er is so wonderful—sensible, well-behaved, and considerate—never mischievous. If I'd known he was such a troublemaker, I would never have given birth to him!"
Yuan Hao suddenly remembered something: "By the way, what exactly did you mean by that tadpole and pond you mentioned the other day? I asked Brother Lu, and he acted all mysterious to me."
Song Xiaohua chuckled twice: "He's not pretending to be mysterious, he's just shy~ so I can't tell you, because that would mean I'm more shameless than him."
"...That's simply the truth."
"……kind!"
"Oh? So this is where Great-Grandpa was!"
"...Alright, alright, I'll show you the way. Go ask Ling'er, he'll definitely be able to answer your questions."
Later, Yuan Hao actually went to ask Lu Ling for advice. The seven-year-old little dumpling answered very seriously in his lisping voice with two missing front teeth: "The tadpole is your son, and the pond is the water in your wife's belly. You put your son in the pond first, and then take him out after a few months. He will become Yue'er and can play with me."
“...My son...Yue’er…”
Yuan Hao was truly stunned for a while before he finally understood. He then realized that he was actually quite thin-skinned, and coughed lightly: "Ling'er, did your father tell you this, or your mother?"
"That's what Mother said. Mother often asks Father to release tadpoles into her pond, but for some reason, only one has come out after so long. Uncle Yuan, what do you think we can do to get more little brothers from Mother's pond so I can play with them?"
"This... can only rely on your father's efforts..."
Yuan Hao touched his slightly flushed face, realizing for the first time that he was actually a shy person...
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Looking at the various soft-bodied insects wriggling all over the room, and the mud covering the walls, floor, tables, and chairs, Lu Ziqi barely managed to suppress the urge to grab that stinky little mud monkey by the collar and throw it out.
Now I finally understand why my wife's temper has been getting worse. It turns out, maintaining our son's clean, adorable, and exquisitely beautiful appearance is so difficult and arduous. So, tonight I must properly reward this great hero of the family, truly reward her…
"Yue'er, where is your mother?"
"Mommy, Uncle Piao Piao..." Lu Yue rubbed his smudged little nose, then made a 'whoosh' sound: "Gone!"
"...How did it disappear?"
Pointing outside: "Run, whoosh!"
"I know, you must have scared Mommy away with these caterpillars, right?"
Lu Ziqi tapped his forehead, then instructed You Rong to quickly have Ting Xian give the little mud monkey a bath, and to call two men to tidy up the house before walking towards the backyard.
Yao Yao is most afraid of these soft, squishy insects. In order to completely escape the clutches of the little rascal, she will definitely run as far away as possible and will never stay in 'Nianyuan'.
Autumn has arrived, and the last wave of heat has subsided. As the sun sets, the air grows increasingly cool.
Just outside the side gate of the garden, I saw two people walking slowly along the edge of the woods not far away, one in front of the other, about half a meter apart.
Song Xiaohua still had her usual smiling face, her mouth opening and closing as if she were saying something.
Yuan Hao lowered his eyebrows and lowered his sharp edge, listening with great interest.
Upon reaching the edge of an open meadow, Yuan Hao glanced to the side, paused briefly, then continued, adjusting his pace and speed to match that of Song Xiaohua ahead of him. He then loosely spread his arms, forming a semicircle, and remained there for a long time.
Lu Ziqi was initially puzzled, but when he looked down and examined the area closely, he suddenly understood.
On the grass that was just beginning to turn yellow, two figures, illuminated by the setting sun, were walking arm in arm.
He loved her, and that has never changed.
What also remains unchanged is the concepts of giving up and fulfilling.
Take a step back, turn around, and re-enter the park.
Author's Note: Xiao Yuan is a tragically good guy in this relationship...
Also, many of you have a feeling the ending is coming soon. Congratulations, my dears, you guessed correctly! Hooray!
There might be two or three more chapters... The certain monster, completely unprepared, gazes at the sky in bewilderment...
Chapter Seventy-Six: Let's Have a Daughter
Lu Ziqi pushed open the bedroom door and saw Song Xiaohua sitting on the bed, staring motionlessly at the sleeping Lu Yue, seemingly full of love.
He softened his footsteps and made no noise, taking off his outer robe and hanging it up as he asked, "Is Yue'er asleep?"
No response.
"You've had a long day, get some rest!"
There was still no response.
I carried Yue'er back to his own room.
There was still no response.
Finally realizing something was wrong, she nudged the 'wooden figure': "Yaoyao, I'm talking to you!"
There's finally a response...
Song Xiaohua sprang up like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and kissed his shoulder.
Afraid of waking her son, she had to swallow her cries of pain, quickly moved to a corner of the room with the fierce cat clinging to her, and then lowered her voice to ask, "Why did you bite me?"
I hate you!
"...I just got back, I haven't done anything yet!"
"Without you, where would that little rascal come from?"
"...Yue'er?"
"Or could it be Ling'er?"
"He's being naughty again?"
Song Xiaohua jumped down and pointed to her forehead: "Look, look!"
Under the dim light, nothing could be seen except for her fiery eyes...
Lu Ziqi strained to look closely: "Could it be that you have wrinkles?"
He jumped up and roared, "...You and your son both have a grudge against me!"
He quickly covered her mouth: "Keep your voice down, or you'll be in trouble again if you wake Yue'er up."
Pull his hand down: "You think you can wake him up? Even if you bang a big gong right next to his ear, he'll still be sleeping like a log!"
After dinner, Lu Yue disappeared again without anyone noticing. After searching frantically for a while to no avail, they had no choice but to turn to Song Wuque's nose, which was comparable to that of a celestial hound. However, the dog also vanished into thin air.
After searching and searching, Song Xiaohua suddenly remembered Old Master Lu's wine cellar.
Ever since Song Wuque tasted alcohol more than two years ago, his addiction has only grown stronger with each passing day. As for Lu Tuo, it's unclear whether he couldn't find anyone to drink with, or if he had drunk enough with others, or if he was simply a person with a volatile mind, but he was incredibly enthusiastic about the bizarre image of himself and his dog drinking together and questioning the heavens.
Song Wuque's alcohol tolerance grew increasingly high, and his tastes became more and more discerning. Eventually, he would simply stroll into Lu Tuo's wine cellar every few days and indulge in a few jars of wine, remaining drunk for a day or two. Poor old Master Lu, who had treasured his finest wines for decades and never dared to show them to anyone, ended up with most of them in dogs' stomachs…
Hoping that she might not be too drunk yet, Song Xiaohua arrived at the wine cellar. Thank goodness, Song Wuque was actually still relatively sober, because there was only an empty jar under its paws…
But the heavens seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood today, showing special favor to Song Xiaohua, who had always been at odds with him, and incidentally also sending Lu Yue, whom so many people had tried so hard to find, as a bonus.
However, the once lively and energetic little monkey has now turned into a drunken cat, unconscious and with bubbles coming out of its mouth.
Looking at the little devil sleeping face up on the big wine jar, Song Xiaohua burst into tears...
However, no matter how miserable and unbearable it was, there was no chance to vent when facing such a little thing. So he could only take a deep breath, squat down and try to pick up his son.
Ever since Lu Yue learned to speak and developed a certain degree of self-awareness, he has made a clear and unique requirement regarding his clothing—red. Red clothes, red pants, red socks, red shoes, red hat, in short, only one color can be used from head to toe, and it has to be a deep, bright red that can make people dizzy.
Song Xiaohua had once tried to change his preference, after all, it wasn't a good thing for a boy to love bright colors so much. It didn't matter when he was little, but what would he do when he grew up? Would he be parading around in a bright red outfit all the time? However, after several attempts were thwarted by Lu Yue's unyielding attitude—he'd rather run naked than compromise—Lu Ziqi's words finally made Song Xiaohua feel relieved—
'Yaoyao, no matter what, red is better than green, right? Think about it, the hat…'
Right now, even the once fair and tender little face of this Red Boy has turned completely red, especially his little nose, which is as red as a ripe red cherry.