Strict Wife Of The '70s Manages The Household

After thinking about this, his heart became much brighter.

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The most important thing was that now, he could feel his own roots, which give him endless strength with every passing moment. This was a feeling that he had never felt before.

In the past, he had always felt that he was floating. It didn’t matter if his father didn’t love him or if his mother didn’t feel anything for him. It also certainly didn’t matter if his grandparents couldn’t care less about him or if he would never accomplish anything worthwhile in his life. Now that his roots have taken root, forming a home with his parents as the foundation, the children were then the branches that branched out. They would grow up to be useful, so no matter how far they grow and how tall they get, they would never be afraid.

With a father’s love like a mountain and a mother’s love like water, this family was feeling warm and progressive, which made him feel that he should also be progressive as well.

Therefore, he should think about what he wants to do.

Lin Lan turned her head and saw Dawang standing there with a frown. She didn’t know what this kid was thinking about all day long. He was either expressionless or had an overly complex face, but even as a mother, she was never able to figure out what he had running in his head.

Lin Lan thought about it and understood that she wouldn’t be able to interfere with his choices. Everything from his life to who he married was all up to him, so she decided to just let go of the thought. Even a cold-faced Han Qingsong wouldn’t be able to do anything about him.

She concentrated on applying the medicine to Sanwang.

Xiaowang laid near Sanwang’s backside and kept blowing, “Fuuuu, fuuuu..”

Sanwang was embarrassed and said, “Xiaowang, please play the harmonica for me so it won’t hurt so much.”

When Xiaowang heard that it could help relieve the pain of his Third Brother, he immediately ran to get it and started blowing it.

No one knew what song this was, all that Lin Lan was aware of was the fact that she stumbled upon the child playing it a while back. But in just two days, she has become proficient and mellow. It sounded ethereal with expressive ups and downs. In fact, from the tune, she actually heard a hint of compassion and love.

Had this child gained insights and had breakthroughs after this incident?

She thought it was amazing that this little kid, who wasn’t able to understand much of life, could actually get enlightenment from something like that.

How impressive.

Little Third Brother wasn’t beaten in vain, it seemed.

After playing a piece of music, everyone praised Xiaowang for playing well.

Han Qingyun was even more shocked. He had seen Huo Yuan play the harmonica. Although he was more proficient in the skill, he didn’t know why, but he felt that Xiaowang had played it better. He didn’t understand music, but after listening to it, a warm current surged in his chest. Although he felt like something was about to burst out, he didn’t know what it was.

I want to cry!

How evil!

Han Qingyun quickly pretended to need to spit as he went out and wiped his tears, “Xiaowang, you are really good at playing that!” It made me cry!

Everyone started laughing.

Han Qingyun added, “Third Sister-in-law, Xiaowang is a little genius. Teacher Huo had said so.”