Little Nezha grinned and cried loudly. Nan Song was stunned, and while coaxing him, he said: "Husband, take your mobile phone and record a voice for your son."
"Ah? Oh."
Yu Jinwen didn't quite understand why he needed to record, but he just had to do what his wife told him, so he clicked on the recording function and recorded little Nezha's cry.
He Xiaowen: "?"
She was surrounded by questions, wondering if she would be bothered by her parents.
Little Nezha stopped crying after crying twice, which seemed to be what he meant.
Nan Song wiped his son's tears and nose, and said: "My elder brother didn't catch up with the birth, so I asked him to listen to his nephew's cry, and then I played it in a loop for him. Brother Yan didn't mean that he needed stimulation.
? I'll give him a good stimulation."
"..."
He Xiaowen couldn't help but admire Nan Song: "Listen to me, thank you for keeping your brother's life warm all year round... Just take it easy, be careful if the stimulation is too great, you may get beaten again."
"Will not."
The eldest brother is not in front of him, so Nan Song is not afraid at the moment, "From what my mother said, my eldest brother should be a paper tiger now, he can't beat me."
Lan Yu took little Nezha into his arms and said to Nan Song: "Don't listen to your mother, she is the most unreliable. Your eldest brother is just a tiger, but he is still a tiger."
"...That's true."
Thinking of her eldest brother's past behavior, Nan Song nodded with lingering fear. Listening to her uncle's resentment towards her mother, she couldn't help but smile and said: "Uncle, are you still angry with my mother? Because of that, she took my fourth brother and my little one to the hospital.
My brother has been cleaned up so much that the soles of his shoes have been knocked off. My little brother is still so talkative and has no one to guard the door all the time. Don’t be like them."
"I'm not angry with them."
Lan Yu's expression was flat, "I'm just angry with your mother."
Nan Song looked at her uncle's face and couldn't help but think of her mother's words: Your uncle's stuff is hard to coax. He had to be at odds with me for several months over this matter, which made him very worried.
"Okay~"
Nan Song smiled and said, "Let's wait until my mother comes back and let her coax you."
Yu Jinwen looked at the time and said, "It's time to go, the plane isn't waiting for you."
Nan Song nodded, kissed his son reluctantly, and then got in the car with Yu Jinwen and left, heading straight to Nancheng Airport, with tears streaming down his face on the way.
"Why are you crying?"
Yu Jinwen pulled out two tissues and wiped Nan Song's tears. Nan Song's tears fell like broken beads, and he choked up and said: "I thought I was fine, but as soon as I got in the car, I couldn't see the baby.
Nezha, I started to miss him."
Yu Jinwen pulled out two more tissues and wiped her tears while comforting her: "The child is still young after all. In addition, we have been together day and night for the past month, and little Nezha has been dazzling in front of our eyes every day. I will definitely feel uncomfortable leaving this time."
Habit."
Nan Song's little crybaby nodded.
Yu Jinwen sighed softly, held her shoulders and let her lean into his arms, comforting her and saying: "Don't worry, little Nezha is raised by his uncle and aunt, and he has little Lancheng as his companion. What else do we have?"
Are you worried? Maybe if these two brothers get together, they will fight for milk."
When Nan Song listened, he couldn't help crying but laughing.
"Little Nezha is two months younger than his uncle. He looks about the same height. Don't bully his uncle." Nan Song was already worried.
Yu Jinwen raised his lips and said, "Probably not. At most, he frowned unhappily."
"Hahaha......"
Nan Song couldn't help laughing when he thought of the two young brothers with their serious faces, frowning, and the sadness of separation disappeared.
Luo Gang sat in the passenger seat, listening to the people behind him crying and laughing, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Mr. Yu is really a good cure for the young lady.