nycdaug Chapter 361 1 year and 4 season
Chapter 361 1 year and 4 season
Half a month passed in a flash, and the Lin family was in a state of high tension.
Lin Yiyan's due date is early July, and it is already late June.
Lin Jiaojiao didn't go anywhere every day and stayed at home to take care of him, for fear that he would suddenly start prematurely.
Lin Yiyan was lying on a rocking chair, looking at the farm's mid-month account book in his hand. Lin Jiaojiao was sitting next to him, blowing on him with a small fan while dozing off on his chair.
"Knock knock, Miss, the Wen family in Nanshan City has sent an invitation."
Lan Yi's voice suddenly pulled Lin Jiaojiao, who was about to fall into a dream, back to reality. She opened her hazy eyes, smacked her dry lips and replied.
"Put them all on the table at the door. I'll take a look at them later."
"Yes."
Lin Yiyan slightly turned his head to look at her, and said distressedly: "Jiaojiao, you don't have to watch over me all the time, go to the couch and take a nap."
He knew that she hadn't had enough rest recently because she was taking care of herself, but he was too greedy. He was craving for her meticulous care and didn't want to let go.
So he didn't ask her to change people, but just asked her to rest on the bed in the study.
Lin Jiaojiao rubbed her brows to relieve her fatigue, then stood up and went to the coffee table to pour two glasses of water. She picked up one and drank it all, then picked up the other and came to him.
"It's okay. You'll feel better after taking a nap. Come and have some water, big brother."
She fed him water carefully. She never knew that taking care of a pregnant man would be so tiring.
Now she stays in his room at night, and he gets up at least three times. So every time she has to wake up and help him get up and go to the toilet, and then go back to the bed to adjust the most comfortable sleeping position for him. Only when she sees him fall asleep can she fall asleep peacefully.
Usually, as soon as she fell asleep, she would hear his shy voice again.
This happens over and over again, so her sleep quality is not very good now.
Lin Yiyan took a small sip and stopped drinking. He was afraid that drinking too much would cause him to urinate easily. He remembered the invitation outside the door.
"My stepmother came yesterday, and today a post was sent to the village. This sixth-rank official is indeed much higher than a seventh-rank official."
She smiled helplessly after hearing this. Yesterday, Jiang's mother came to read the imperial edict again. In just about twenty days, she was promoted from the seventh rank to the sixth rank. It can be said that she had the fastest promotion speed in the court.
See, when she was at the seventh rank, these posts were just sent to her store and asked to be delivered to her on her behalf. Now that she is at the sixth rank, they are delivered directly to her home.
Fortunately, this is a nominal official position. If it were a real job, I'm afraid her family would have been demolished by now.
"Don't worry about them. You are the boss now." She said as she leaned over and gently stroked his bulging belly.
"Our Xia Youdongyi will be able to come out to see daddy and mommy in about ten days. Aren't you very happy?"
Lin Yiyan put down the account book in his hand, reached out his hand to cover hers and stroked it, his voice full of doting.
"These two little guys must be very happy, and they are fighting in my stomach to come out sooner."
"If you are so naughty, you will probably become a big devil in the future."
He smiled without saying a word, enjoying this rare warm afternoon moment.
In the studio.
Father Jiang sat in front of Jiang Huai and Fu Qi without moving. He had been sitting there for half an hour and his back ached.
He opened his mouth slightly and asked, "Huai'er, haven't you finished drawing Xiaoqiu yet?"
Fu Qi quickly replied: "It's almost done, uncle will hold on for a while."
"it is good..."
Father Jiang was also looking forward to it. What would the two of them paint him like?
This morning, Prefect Jiang left with a large group, but he stayed for a while, mainly to accompany his son and nephew, and secondly, he also wanted to see the children born to Lin Yiyan.
He also wants to hold his grandson.
He looked at Jiang Huai who was sitting in front of the easel, and seriously thought about whether he could have a grandson within two years...
Jiang Huai had no idea that his father was already thinking about his child. Ever since Lin Jiaojiao finished drawing the picture last time, they had rarely been alone together.
He was very envious of Lin Yiyan. It turned out that a man who had a child would receive such meticulous care from his wife, and she would not neglect the other two husbands. Only he had the wrong idea to desire her caring and concern.
"Brother Huai, have you finished painting?"
Hearing the question from the person next to him, he came back to his senses and nodded slightly to indicate that he had finished the painting.
Fu Qi immediately shouted excitedly to Jiang's father: "Uncle has finished the painting, you can move now."
Father Jiang finally let out a sigh of relief, rubbed his stiff legs and arms, stood up, and quickly walked behind the two of them to look at the painting on the easel.
He first looked at Jiang Huai's. Although his appearance was slightly different from his, his hairstyle and clothes were exactly the same.
He tilted his head to look at Fu Qi's painting again, and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
"Xiaoqiu, your painting is too realistic."
Fu Qi stood up with the help of Tongfu, and smiled happily when he heard Jiang's father's praise.
"Yeah, I think my drawing this time is similar, and it's getting better each time. Brother Huai also draws very well, and the details of the clothes are better than mine."
Father Jiang smiled and nodded, "You two have your own strengths."
Fu Qi asked Tongfu to bring the booklet over, and then showed it to Jiang's father as if he were presenting a treasure.
"Uncle, take a look. This is a short story that Brother Huai and I drew together. I drew the characters and small scenes, and Brother Huai drew the big scenes and colored them."
Father Jiang was attracted as soon as he opened the first page. There were four scenes drawn on a piece of paper: spring, summer, autumn and winter.
He recognized at a glance that this was a painting by Jiang Huai. Although the two now have similar painting styles, Jiang Huai's brushstrokes are sharper, while Fu Qi's are more delicate. You can still tell the difference if you look closely.
He turned the pages one by one. There were only about twenty pages in total. The story was very simple and ordinary. It told the story of a man who waited for his wife who had joined the army to come back for a whole year.
After closing the album, he couldn't calm down for a long time, his eyes were slightly red, which scared everyone else.
Fu Qi looked at him nervously. Is the painting really that touching?
Father Jiang said slowly, "This reminds me of when I was waiting for Huai'er's mother. I also looked forward to receiving her letters every month, all year round. Later, she passed the exam and went to Kyoto. I didn't receive any letters from her for three months. I was extremely anxious but had no choice. I hoped that she would come back to marry me soon after passing the exam, but I was also afraid that she would be noticed by the dignitaries in Kyoto and stay in Kyoto from then on. Fortunately, your mother came back riding a horse with a big red flower tied on her body."
It was the first time that Jiang Huai heard his father talk about this. When he was young, he curiously asked his father how they met and got married.
What I heard most was how they loved each other, were determined to have each other, and that the mother gave the father enough sense of security and loyalty.
In his opinion, this is how love should be, but he never expected that his father also had times when he was worried about gains and losses.
Just like he is now.
He longed to marry her as soon as possible.
He wanted to truly become a member of this big family.