Stepmother: 181. Husband and wife one body

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "It's just what you think."

"This, this... This is handwritten, it seems to be the mother's handwriting?" Erwa asked in disbelief.

Zhong Jianguo nodded slightly.

"What?" Sanwa looked down, "Notebook? Brother, show me what's written on it."

Erwa glared at him: "If you don't watch it, go to sleep."

"It's getting late, you all go to bed." Zhong Jianguo said, "Er baby, see you tomorrow, go to bed early and get up early to cook for your mother."

Erwa hugged the book: "It's still early, and I can't sleep even if I turn off the light. I'll watch it later."

"The lights must be turned off at ten o'clock." Zhong Jianguo Road.

Erwa only has a notebook in her eyes: "I know, I know, Dad, go to sleep."

Zhong Jianguo closed the door, and Sanwa and Zhengang ran to his bed. Zhong Jianguo walked to the door of his and Song Zhaodi's room, and heard Sanwa and Zhengang exclaim.

The footsteps paused, Zhong Jianguo coughed, and the room became quiet before Zhong Jianguo pushed the door in.

"Is Erwa very happy?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "I can't believe it." Pause, "I shouldn't give it to him today, I have to go to class tomorrow, and I can't get up tomorrow morning in the middle of the night—"

"If you don't have energy, ask for leave." Song Zhaodi said, "Anyway, he also learned about high school knowledge when he was in middle school."

Zhong Jianguo: "It's a small matter to ask for leave, how should you explain it to them."

"Let's talk later." Song Zhaodi said, "Sleep, sleep."

Sanwa thought it was an empty book, and wrote a few words of blessing on it. When she looked at Erwa, she couldn't help but open her eyes: "Is this teaching you how to make clothes? Second brother."

"Yes." Zhen Gang also saw it, "Erwa, did the teacher write it?"

Erwa: "I just looked it up and it's all written by my mother, and my mother wrote it by herself."

"Mother is really amazing." Sanwa couldn't help but admire, "As expected of my mother."

Zhengang suddenly had a black line on his forehead: "It's still my adoptive mother."

"Do you have a different opinion?" Sanwa asked rhetorically.

Zhengang: "You know that's not what I meant." He suddenly thought, "No, Erwa, the teacher teaches English, how can you make clothes?"

"That's right." Sanwa said, "I still write so much. Only those who have studied it can write it."

Erwa: "When I was learning painting with Teacher Cai, Teacher Cai knew that I liked making clothes and asked my mother who would teach me how to make clothes. I said my mother taught me. Teacher Cai said that my mother never learned, why? Teach me. I told him I didn't know. Later, I asked my mother, and she said that someone else taught her. Could it be that she was taught by someone she used to work with?"

"It's also possible." Zhen Gang said, "Let's ask tomorrow. Erwa, you have to go to class tomorrow. Go to bed. This book is for you, and we don't need it. You can read it whenever you want. Time to see."

Sanwa followed up: "Mother said, you are now focusing on studying, and you have to go to the University of God."

"You guys go to bed first, I'll watch for a while." Erwa waved at the two of them without raising her head, motioning not to disturb him.

Seeing him like this, Zhen just tutted and went back to the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered his head.

Sanwa really wants to take the book away, but he knows how much his second brother likes to make beautiful clothes. If he dares to touch it, his second brother can stab him with scissors, think about it, climb to the upper floor, and cover his head with a quilt .

The clock in the living room rang ten times. Zhong Jianguo, who was still asleep, got up and pushed open the door of his son's room. As expected, the second baby was still asleep. Zhong Jianguo stepped forward and took the notebook away.

"Dad?" Erwa's eyes widened, "Why are you here?"

Zhong Jianguo: "Sleep. If I don't sleep, I will burn this book tomorrow."

"You dare!?" Erwa was shocked.

Zhong Jianguo raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to try?"

Erwa took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand: "I don't want to watch, can I put it under the pillow?"

Zhong Jianguo handed it to him: "If you can't get up at seven tomorrow morning, I'll beat you up."

The second baby shivered, and quickly put the book under the pillow and lay down: "Dad, help turn off the light."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, Erwa subconsciously covered her head with a quilt.

Usually at this time, Erwa and the others have already fallen asleep. When I watched it earlier, Erwa didn't feel sleepy, her head was on the pillow, and the room was dark. Erwa couldn't help yawning, and for a moment, she fell asleep.

Zhong Jianguo was worried. After about five minutes, he opened the door and saw that the three children were all asleep. Only then did he feel relieved.

The next morning, Erwa woke up and felt that she had forgotten something. She sat on the bed and thought about it for a while. She quickly lifted the pillow and saw that the thick notebook was still there, densely packed with words and pictures, and she couldn't help but smile. .

"Second brother, why are you smirking?" Sanwa put on her shoes and looked up to see him looking like an idiot, "Isn't it just a book, you're so happy. By the way, what time did you see last night?"

Zhengang: "Ten o'clock. I can't sleep when the light is on. Uncle Zhong came to turn off the light, so he didn't read it. Erwa, the teacher compiled this book for you to help you. , the teacher will be disappointed if you are late for class, and your exams go backwards.”

"I didn't say take it to school." Erwa said, "I'll see if it's real, it's like a dream."

Zhengang glanced at him: "I don't believe you."

"I don't believe it because you are suspicious." Erwa did plan to take the book to school. Zhen Gang said so, and put the book back, "Go downstairs and help my mother cook."

Sanwa: "I have to ask my mother, besides being able to compile books, what else can I do." I ran downstairs and asked Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi thought he would ask who she studied fashion design with: "I can speak French, do you want to learn?"

"No, I haven't learned English yet." Sanwa didn't even think about it, and directly refused, "Wait, mother, your French was also taught to you by your former partner?"

Song Zhaodi really wanted to nod her head, but some things in the world are very coincidental, she is really afraid that one day, Erwa or Reborn will meet that man: "No, fashion design and French are taught by high-level people, and it has nothing to do with me. relationship.”

"What kind of expert, can you teach me?" Sanwa asked.

Song Zhaodi said solemnly: "No. Because he is not in this world."

"Sanwa, go wash your face and brush your teeth." The stove cooks porridge, Zhong Jianguo cooks the pot, and Song Zhaodi cooks in the pot. "I know about your mother. You don't need to inquire so clearly."

Sanwa is dissatisfied: "Why?"

"I am Lao Tzu." Zhong Jianguo said, "I am the one who will accompany your mother for a lifetime, not you."

Sanwa: "I can also accompany my mother for a lifetime."

"You don't have a wife anymore?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Sanwa waved her little hand: "Don't marry!"

"It's none of your business if you don't marry." Zhong Jianguo said, "Husband and wife are one, and your mother and I are husband and wife."

Sanwa snorted, "I don't want to talk to you, I'm bothering you now." She turned and went outside to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Zhengang and Erwa still want to ask. Zhong Jianguo was the first to speak: "If you ask, I won't tell you. Your mother will naturally say it when she wants to. If you don't want to say it, you are not allowed to pester her."

"Listen to Dad, you know?" Erwa was curious.

Zhong Jianguo: "I know everything about Teacher Song. Are you envious? Are you surprised?"

"I don't envy." Erwa really didn't expect, "Mother, thank you. It must take a long time to write such a thick book."

Zhong Jianguo said for Song Zhaodi: "It's been almost a year."

"So long?" Erwa was surprised, "When did mother write this?"

Song Zhaodi: "When you were in school, I wrote it when I had nothing to do." The notebook is very thick. For Song Zhaodi, she just wrote down what was in her head, and some didn't even need to think about it. For her, it wasn't too hard. , "Look slowly, don't know where to ask me."

"I know." Erwa asked, "Mother, are you still going to Teacher Cai's place this year?"

Song Zhaodi: "You stay with him for a month this year, but you don't have to go next year."

"That's great." Erwa said, "You don't know, Mr. Cai tells me the benefits of being a painter every day. If you didn't have to go, I really don't want to go."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "If you don't go, can you draw the clothes as they are?"

The second baby is speechless.

Zhong Jianguo: "Your mother is ready to cook."

"Then I'll go wash my face." I have to go to class later, and Erwa didn't dare to pester Song Zhaodi to ask questions.

Sanwa came in: "I've washed everything. Mother, I'll serve the meal."

"Sanwazi, don't you really want to learn French?" Song Zhaodi asked, "When you meet a girl you like in the future, you can show off with her. Not only can you speak English, but you can also speak French."

Sanwa: "I don't learn."

"Lazy!" Zhong Jianguo gave him a blank look, "Mr. Song, I will learn from you. After dinner, you will teach me French."

Sanwa was in a hurry: "You can learn from me too."

"Take a bowl and chopsticks." Song Zhaodi said, "For French, let's talk about it during the summer vacation."

Zhengang used to play with Zhenxing and Dawa. They went to school, but Zhengang didn't like going out anymore. He came back from school every day, and after finishing his homework, he would read the storybook he didn't dare to take out before.

Erwa got the book edited by Song Zhaodi and stopped going out to play. Sanwa felt boring when she went out alone, and when she came back from school, she was tired of being by Song Zhaodi's side.

As soon as Song Zhaodi saw him coming, she asked him if he wanted to learn French, and asked him for a week. The three children hesitated for a moment, and then told Song Zhaodi that they could learn a little bit.

Listening to his reluctance, Song Zhaodi didn't laugh at him. Zhong Jianguo planned to throw Sanwa into the army. It is very likely that he would not be able to speak French in the future. Song Zhaodi did not teach it from scratch, so he just pointed at something and told him how to say it in French without asking him to write it down.

Sanwa thinks it's fun, but she's happy to learn from Song Zhaodi.

The mother and son study every day, and the life is full, and it seems to be very fast. Before I knew it, on April 22, the day of the head of Shen's wedding.

On the morning of April 26th, around eleven o'clock, Song Zhaodi came back from school and planned to cook. He heard Shen Xuancheng's voice faintly, so he took the vegetable bowl and went outside, planning to pick some vegetables.

As soon as she left the house, Song Zhaodi saw that Shen Xuancheng and Xiao Xiurong had arrived in her yard, carrying large and small bags: "You just came back? Haven't you gone home yet?"

"You are our matchmaker. Of course, you must thank you first when you come back." Shen Xuancheng said with a deep meaning, "Mr. Song, from today onwards, you are the most powerful person on our island."