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The new house had been renovated at the end of last year and was being left to dry. Zhao Yong turned on the lights in the living room. The house was bright and transparent, and the soft furnishings were all in warm colors, giving it a very warm feeling.

If his wife hadn't insisted on ventilation, he would have moved in now.

"In the study room." Li Manjun reminded him with a smile when she saw him searching for targets in the living room.

Nian Nian thought that her parents were visiting a friend's house, so she stayed in her mother's arms. Li Manjun put her down and wanted her to familiarize herself with the new environment. The little girl stood vigilantly, motionless.

When I saw my father walking towards a room, I moved my steps, held on to the wall and followed him cautiously and sneakily.

Li Manjun deliberately placed the things in the most conspicuous place. Zhao Yong walked into the study and found two small boxes on the desk.

"What is it?" Zhao Yong walked over expectantly and opened the box directly.

There were two black things inside, one was as big as a palm and the other was only two fingers wide.

It looked very inconspicuous, but when Zhao Yong took it out, the silky texture that touched his fingertips made him realize that this thing was not as low-key as it seemed on the surface.

"One is an inkstone, one is ink." Li Manjun picked up her daughter who was pinned to the spot by "treasures" all over the floor, came to the desk, pointed to the small one and said: "This is ink, and the big one is inkstone. Please pay attention carefully." Look, these two are really good things.”

"Antique?" Zhao Yong asked in disbelief. Seeing his wife nodding, he was simply flattered.

How virtuous and capable he is!

"Has something happened to our family recently?" This was Zhao Yong's first reaction.

Li Manjun glanced at him, "Can't I give you a gift if nothing happens?"

"Don't look at these two small things. Taken together, they are more expensive than the treasures in your house." Li Manjun was a little proud, "I asked Lao Wan to pry it out from the hands of a collector of the Four Treasures of the Study."

Li Manjun pointed to the inkstone, "Ming and Qing inkstones are made by famous masters. Look, there are marks on the back."

As for the piece of ink, it was slightly inferior to the inkstone, but it had to be used anyway, so Li Manjun didn't buy anything too expensive.

But inkstones are different. Good inkstones can be passed down from generation to generation.

Zhao Yong took these two things in his hands and looked at them. The more he looked at them, the more he felt. He couldn't put them down.

"Really? Is it really for me?" He asked again. The happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it at all.

Li Manjun nodded seriously, feeling a little sad seeing the man's flattered look.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. This is the first real gift I've ever received in my life." Zhao Yong's expression softened as he smiled, his eyes turning red as he looked at the thing in his palm.

Li Manjun stretched out her hand, took his arm, leaned gently on his broad shoulder, and said seriously: "Don't use words like forever, won't I give you other gifts in the future?"

Niannian wanted something in his father's hands and called him "baba". Zhao Yong hurriedly put the things away in a protective box. He lowered his head and said to his daughter: "I can't give you this to play with. This is daddy's treasure."

Nian Nian looked at his father in confusion and reached out to ask for it again. When his father refused to give it, he turned his face and ignored him.

Zhao Yong flicked the scattered little hair on his daughter's head in a funny way, and assured Li Manjun seriously:

"I will keep this gift well and take it out to see when we are old."

Li Manjun wanted to say that this was not the case, but seeing the man's serious expression, he nodded, "Okay."

It was very late when I got home, and I fell asleep in the car every year. Li Manjun shook her twice and didn't wake her up. She didn't want to disturb her daughter, so she took off her clothes, removed the rubber ring from her hair, covered her with a quilt and let her continue to sleep.

After the couple washed up and got into bed, they suddenly felt that the child in the middle was a bit in the way. Looking at each other, Zhao Yong winked at his wife and asked her to come behind him, and carefully moved the sleeping daughter in the middle to the side.

There are guardrails beside the bed and the floor is covered with foam, so you don’t have to worry about her falling.

In the middle of the night, Nian Nian drowsily opened his eyes, feeling as if he was sleeping on a boat. He yawned loudly and fell asleep again while rocking rhythmically.

The next day it was Li Manjun's turn to take care of his daughter. Zhao Yong sent the mother and daughter to the store and warned them uneasily:

"Please pay attention, there are too many cluttered things in your store."

Li Manjun said he understood. He held the bag in one hand and held his daughter in the other as he entered the junk shop. He secretly admired his arm strength. Sure enough, he had picked up more children and his hand strength had improved.

Zhao Yong watched worriedly as the mother and daughter entered, and then drove to the new company.

Yao Zhaowen and his girlfriend are engaged and are planning to get married this year. They rented a room alone. Now only Wang Dasheng lives in the dormitory.

Li Manjun came a little earlier. Wang Dasheng had just woken up. He was wearing a chicken coop, a military coat, and only a pair of knee-length shorts. His slovenly appearance was seen by the boss who suddenly appeared. His face turned red and he had not finished spitting out the mouthwash. He rushed back to the dormitory.

After Li Manjun and Nian Nian finished breakfast, he came out of the room with red ears and an embarrassed look on his face.

This time it was specially cleaned up, just like usual.

"You haven't had breakfast yet. I brought you one. Can you eat the xiaolongbao?" Li Manjun pointed to the thermos box on the table and told Wang Dasheng that the items were in the box.

Wang Dasheng nodded. He was not picky about food, as long as he had enough food.

When Nian Nian was full, she had to get off her mother's lap. Li Manjun helped her and she was able to stand firmly on the ground. She pulled the desk with her little hands and looked at Wang Dasheng curiously.

Only then did Wang Dasheng notice the existence of this little cutie. He choked on the steamed dumplings he ate and asked in surprise: "Boss, are you bringing your daughter to work today?"

"Well, the nanny won't come back until tomorrow. His father and I will take care of her for a day. It's my turn today." Li Manjun smiled at him, "Don't worry, I will watch her and prevent her from causing trouble."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Dasheng waved his hands repeatedly, squatted down with his lunch box, and teased Nian Nian for a while.

Nian Nian first looked at his mother. Seeing her smiling encouragingly, he boldly staggered towards Wang Dasheng.

Before she could walk steadily, Wang Dasheng was so frightened that he hurried forward to catch her with her trembling steps like an old lady.

Nian Nian giggled and walked around Wang Dasheng to look at this completely unfamiliar character.

When Wang Dasheng stood up to leave after breakfast, she wanted to follow him, but was grabbed by her mother's big hand and hugged him over.

Li Manjun found a thick crayon for her, took out his notebook, and let her draw and play.

The child's attention is easily diverted and she was immediately attracted by the painting. Li Manjun took her with her for a while and then let her play by herself.

Wang Dasheng burned a charcoal pot and came in. The room was not cold. Li Manjun read the documents, and every year he stuck his butt out and drew random things on the sofa.

After I finish drawing a piece of work, I turn my head and let out a "numbing" cry to show my mother.

Li Manjun would raise her head, admire her daughter's abstract line paintings, and praise her for her good paintings.

Hearing compliments every year makes me draw more enthusiastically.