As May enters, the weather gradually turns hotter, and young men and women who originally wore long-sleeved clothes on the streets have changed into short-sleeved shorts and midriff-revealing summer clothes. Ice and fire! Chinese
The ancient book "Xiao Jingwei" says: "On the fifteenth day after Xiaoman, the fighting finger points to C, which is the awn seed. On the last fifteen days, the fighting finger points to noon, which is the summer solstice. It is said that the awn seed can be sown in the valley with awns. During the summer solstice, To say that all things are here is to pretend to be great and extreme.¡±
"Wu Ziye's Song of the Four O'clock in the Night" says: "The moon is steaming, it is midsummer." Dongpo's poem says: "The clouds are flying and the dragon is controlling the moon."
"Xuanshu Jing" says: "This is the month when the heavenly path travels northwest, so it is appropriate to go northwest for work and travel. It is auspicious."
"Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals" records: "It is the month, and the sun is getting longer. Yin and Yang are competing, life and death are divided. A gentleman must fast, and his place must be covered. His body wants to be quiet and not restless, his voice and color are silent, there is no progress, the taste is thin, and there is no harmony, and he retreats Appetite for desire calms the mind and energy, all officials are calm, and there is no punishment for the matter, so that it can be done by Yan Yin. The antlers are untied. The cicadas begin to sing. Pinellia is born, and the wood is flourishing."
It was also this month that Xiaojun gave birth to a white, tender, juicy and pink daughter to Song Wen.
The lake breeze blows away the midsummer heat. The lotus flowers by the lake are in full bloom, white, red and purple, standing quietly in the middle of the water, standing among the green lotus bushes, looking so eye-catching and beautiful.
The noisy cicadas began to chirp "Zhi Zhi" on the branches. Song Wen, wearing beach pants and a vest, hugged his daughter and lay on a rocking chair made of old vines in the mountains, enjoying the coolness and comfort of the lake breeze.
Another mountain breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers blew by. The little baby lying on the rocking chair seemed to feel it, or smell the fragrance of flowers, and immediately opened his eyes. Seemingly feeling something, Song Wen lowered his head to look at Baby, who was lying on the rocking chair with him, and saw Baby staring at him with round eyes.
The little guy looks a bit like her mother. It has the elegance and tranquility of an orchid.
"Yeah yeah yeah"
It seemed that she was a little impatient lying down, and the little guy started dancing and shouting. Song Wen quickly hugged her and rode on his belly, teasing her up and down.
"Let's swing the oars, let the breeze blow on the lake waves, and look at the beautiful scenery of the desert, with patches of sand like waves"
Song Wen sang songs to his daughter that he didn¡¯t even know what they were, trying to coax her to sleep.
But the little guy didn¡¯t seem to appreciate it. He twisted his body desperately to stand up, stepped on his belly, and laughed happily. Song Wen looked at it and thought: This little guy will definitely be a beauty in the future, but he will never be gentle. He is probably as tough as Tantai Minglan. Just thinking about it. Suddenly, there was a feeling of warmth in my belly. I looked down and found that my belly was wet. The little guy had peed.
This little brat. Song Wen didn't even know what to say.
But the little guy seemed quite satisfied with his peeing, and he twisted his waist excitedly. For an instant, Song Wen felt as if large swaths of crows were flying over his head.
"Honey, Dudu peed againahdon't guess my face. It's so dirty."
Seeing that her daughter¡¯s pants were wet again, Song Wen turned around and shouted, asking Xiaojun to come over quickly and change her daughter¡¯s pants. But I don't know if the little guy was excited when he heard his shout or something. Suddenly he jumped up happily. While jumping, he stepped down hard and stepped on Song Wen's face. The little feet covered in urine were wet and sticky when he stepped on them, and he felt a drop of liquid flow into his mouth, which was salty.
oh. Maga, this doesn¡¯t allow anyone to live.
"Honey, come on, your daughter stepped on my face."
"Come on, come on, isn't it just a slap in the face? As for the yelling." Xiaojun hurriedly came out of it and said dissatisfied.
"She has urine on her feet." Song Wen felt extremely aggrieved.
It was only then that Xiaojun saw the urine marks on his face made by his daughter. Suddenly he burst into laughter. Song Wen felt like he couldn't live anymore. This little guy, being led by his mother, didn't cry or fuss, he just peed right away. Will also make daddy on time. Once he takes me there, nothing can be done. Sitting for too long won't do, standing for too long won't do, and lying down for too long won't do. He refuses to pee, but suddenly urinates again later. Not to mention pooping. He comes whenever he feels like it, as if he is specifically against him.
But after being with her for so long, he also gained some experience. Not to mention other things, as long as she suddenly calmed down and her face became serious, he would know that he was going to poop.
¡°Hey, they say men can¡¯t take care of children, that¡¯s all nonsense. Is this something someone is born with? They were all forced out, brother.
In the middle of May of the new lunar calendar, Xiaojun gave birth to her little baby. Looking at her cute and pink face, Xiaojun gave her a nickname of Dudu.
Xiaojun picked up little Dudu from Song Wen. The noisy little guy suddenly calmed down, lay quietly in his mother's arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep. It seems that mother's embrace is the warmest harbor.
"This little brat likes to torment me. He poops and pees when I take care of him, but he is so quiet when you take care of him." Song Wen complained dissatisfiedly as he looked at the little guy sleeping comfortably in his mother's arms.
"You're going to blame yourself if you don't know how to take it. Go take a shower! It smells like urine."
"Beauty, this is your daughter's urine, okay?"
"Tch, she's not your daughter!" Xiaojun rolled her eyes at him angrily, turned and left.
Xiaojun ate a lot of chicken and duck during confinement after giving birth, which made her petite body become plump. However, Song Wen likes the ones that are plumper, so that they are more fleshy when held and feel better when held. Seeing her leaving figure, Pingping Tingting, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became turbulent. It is said that it can be done within forty-two days after delivery, so it should be about the same time.
Since Xiaojun became pregnant, he has been holding it in, and the anger is rising up. If it weren't for Huang Xi, he would have been burning with desire.
Now that Xiaojun has given birth to his daughter and has finished confinement, how can he not be overjoyed.
Song Wen was thinking with excitement, what should we do at night? How about having a romantic candlelight dinner first, or go straight to the point
At night, a full moon hung high.
In the room, after drinking milk, little Dudu playfully grabbed her mother's fair skin and lay on it to sleep, with a trace of milk hanging from the corner of her mouth.
The lonely night gives people a restless heart. The darker the night, the more people can't help themselves. Song Wen has been waiting for this moment for a long time. Seeing the baby sleeping, he quickly urged Xiaojun to carry her into the crib next to him. But who knows that although this little guy is asleep, she is very alert. As soon as Xiaojun pulls her little hand, she wakes up immediately.
After doing this several times, the little guy finally got sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
Xiaojun gently put Xiaodudu on the crib and put a mark of love on her forehead. When he turned around, he saw Song Wen lying naked on the bed, with the giant dragon standing proudly in the middle. For a moment, his face turned red with embarrassment, he let out a soft sigh, and cursed: "Shameless."
Song Wen didn¡¯t take it seriously and said shamelessly: ¡°We are an old couple, why do we still need shame?¡±
With that said, he pulled Xiaojun onto the bed, pressed him on top, and went straight into the canopy door. In an instant, the room was filled with aura, and the concerto of love sounded.