Fortunately, as Cui Weizhen said, after examination by Dr. Yu, it was found that Cui Zhiduan only had a skin injury. Both Ye Zhenzhen and Aunt Cui, who came after hearing the news, breathed a sigh of relief.
Aunt Cui complained a little about her son and daughter-in-law not taking good care of her grandson, and she couldn't help but blame her a few times. Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen knew they were in the wrong and did not dare to argue. Unexpectedly, Cui Zheduan actually stood up to speak for them.
"Grandma, it was my grandson's recklessness that caused him to fall, not his parents' fault."
Aunt Cui glanced at her son and daughter-in-law, snorted softly, then touched her grandson's head and said, "Our Wangzi is a good boy."
Cui Zhiduan felt ashamed and lowered his head with a red face.
Seeing that Aunt Cui's anger had almost subsided, Cui Weizhen stood up and said: "Mom, it's time for you to take a lunch break now. You go back and have a rest. Wangzi will stay in the study outside, and Zhen'er and I will just watch.
Already."
Aunt Cui was really sleepy, and saw that her grandson really had no intention of going back with her, so she stopped paying attention and took the maids back to Fuxi Courtyard in a grand manner.
As soon as Aunt Cui left, the study became quiet.
Ye Zhenzhen took her son's hand and walked inside, saying as she walked: "You should go and have a rest quickly. You have to go to school in the afternoon. If you are sleepy in class, Master will inevitably give you another lecture."
Cui Zhiduan had a shadow and immediately shuddered. He followed her inside obediently, but his eyes were still firmly fixed on the small wooden box on the table: "But... my brush is not ready yet."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at Cui Weizhen.
Cui Weizhen's hand fell on his son's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about the brush. We'll do it when we come back in the afternoon."
With his father's permission, Cui Zhiduan finally felt relieved and followed his mother to the inner room. He couldn't help but look around curiously - although he was often brought to the study by his father for lectures, today was the first time he entered the inner room.
.
"Ah, mother, why is your rouge and gouache here? Oh, is there your coat on the bed?"
With sharp eyes, Cui Zhiduan saw a lot of jewelry and clothes belonging to his mother, and asked in surprise: "Isn't it right for no one to enter daddy's study room?"
Ye Zhenzhen patted the naughty child on the head without changing her expression: "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you and I an idler?"
Cui Zhiduan covered his head stupidly, blinked, glanced left and right at his parents, and suddenly realized: "I understand, dad said that if you live with others, your mother is his wife."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
For some reason, Ye Zhenzhen suddenly felt a little embarrassed when she said it was so ordinary. Her face turned red little by little, and it was so hot that she could almost fry an egg.
She couldn't help but raise her head to peek at Cui Weizhen, and she happened to meet his eyes. A smile appeared on his originally cold face, and he looked at her intently. The tenderness in his eyes was really moving.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart beat uncontrollably, and she secretly despised herself in her heart. They were already an old couple, why were they so shy?
After finally waiting for her to calm down, Cui Weizhen provoked her again. He rubbed his son's little head very kindly and said with a smile: "You are right, daddy's bed can only let your mother rest, so you
I fell asleep hard at noon today."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..." her face turned red.
Cui Zhiduan: "..." Extremely confused.
At this moment, he felt that his own was superfluous, like a wooden stake that hindered the closeness between his parents.
So, why didn't he go back with his grandmother just now, instead of being used as a pile of wood here?
