Chapter 125

Uncle Song led the twins upstairs, Song Yuncheng having been left behind long ago. Fortunately, he had expected this and didn't care much. He locked the bicycle, took a long stride, and followed.

"Old Song, whose family are these two little dolls from? They look really handsome, chubby, and really fair. Looking at them, they are fair and tender, even better-looking than the factory director's little grandson." The middle-aged man who had been chatting with Uncle Song earlier saw Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao, stared at them, and couldn't take his eyes off.

Uncle Song's expression was proud. "My family's!"

"Your family's?" The speaker's tone rose high, full of disbelief. He looked at Song Yuncheng behind him and said in astonishment: "Yuncheng, is this your baby?"

Song Yuncheng's foot had just stepped on the last step of the second floor. Hearing this, he almost fell straight down.

"No, I don't have a partner, I'm not married, I don't have children!" He spoke faster, afraid that if he were a second slow, the news that he was unmarried and had a child would spread throughout the family building.

Damn it, bad news travels fast.

You can't not be on guard.

Uncle Song was also frozen in place by his old friend's words. He was stunned for a full two seconds and said: "They are my Zhaozhao's babies, twins."

"Twins? No wonder they look so much alike. Your Zhaozhao really knows how to give birth." The middle-aged man's tone was envious and complex.

Uncle Song barely took this as him praising Zhaozhao.

"Where's Zhaozhao? Why don't I see her?" The employees of the textile factory family building basically all knew Lin Zhao, and Lin Zhao could be considered as having been watched by them as she grew up.

"My sister is behind," Song Yuncheng said. He wouldn't let people spread gossip about his sister, not even half a sentence, and had to nip it all in the bud.

"I see. Haven't seen her for a few years."

Uncle Song said: "That's because you didn't catch it. My Zhaozhao came here before..."

His old friend didn't want to listen anymore and turned to leave.

It wasn't that he didn't give Old Song face, but in reality, he had said it too many times. Every time he opened his mouth, it was about his Zhaozhao coming to see him, what she brought him, how filial she was, that she had him in her heart as an uncle, that she didn't come for the past few years because she was busy after getting married... blah blah blah.

Didn't want to listen.

Really had enough!

Uncle Song closed his mouth, still wanting more, and muttered: "So calculating!"

Then he clipped his voice again: "Seeing Qian Bao, Yaobao, one more floor and we'll be there. Come, Great-Uncle will hold you."

The twins didn't let him hold them. The brother and sister were seeing stairs for the first time and had so much curiosity in their hearts that they just wanted to climb them themselves.

Yaobao held the cloth tiger in her left hand and grabbed the escalator to climb the stairs with her right hand, her short, white right leg raised high, landing steadily, and with a force, she stood up shakily.

Seeing Qian Bao also went up holding the leather ball.

The little brother and sister had a great sense of accomplishment, their eyes bright, looking at Uncle Song.

Uncle Song understood in a second. "Great!"

The little dumplings grinned and continued climbing.

Song Yunjin saw his brother return from the third floor and waited for the twins for a long time without seeing them come up. He couldn't wait and ran downstairs.

At the corner of the stairs, he saw the two cubs.

"Third Cub, Fourth Cub, why are you climbing by yourselves? Come, Little Uncle will carry you." Song Yunjin bent down to carry Yaobao, but was pushed away by her. "Self, self."

The little milky dumpling said 'self' twice in a row.

Song Yunjin retracted his hand with regret. "Okay then, you do it yourself. Do you want me to help you hold the cloth tiger?"

"No, no." Another two soft refusals.

Song Yunjin didn't giggle, but he couldn't force the two cubs, so he could only watch.

Thus, there were more people watching the two little ones climb the stairs.

Finally.

The twins climbed up.

They hadn't climbed enough on the third floor and ran toward the stairs leading to the fourth floor with a 'da da da'.

Song Yunjin hurriedly pulled them back. "Third Cub, Fourth Cub, our house is on the third floor!"

The twins stopped and looked back at him.

Looking at him with two cute, milky faces, Song Yunjin felt happy bubbles squeezing out in his heart, wishing he could give them his favorite things.

He pointed to the left and said: "Our house is this way."

Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao weren't stubborn and listened well, didn't make a fuss about going to the fourth floor, and walked over obediently.

The two little ones walked in front, looking left and right curiously, their dark eyes full of curiosity.

Someone went to the public kitchen to boil water and saw two incredibly good-looking children as soon as they went out. "Oh my, such good-looking children, whose are these?"

As soon as she shouted, quite a few people were blown out. The doors of every household opened, and men, women, old, and young poked their heads out to look.

"It really is! Whose baby is this, so handsome." Seeing Uncle Song, he said in surprise: "Old Song, your family's baby?"

Song Yuncheng was afraid these people would associate it with him again and hurriedly said: "My sister's baby."

"Zhaozhao's, huh." The woman looked at the twins carefully and smiled: "They look like Zhaozhao, as pretty as she was when she was little. Where's your sister, why don't I see her?"

"Behind, coming in a while," Song Yuncheng said.

The woman returned to the room to get candy and stuffed it into the twins' hands. "Come, good cubs, eat candy."

Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao didn't take it and looked up at Great-Uncle.

The little brother and sister were smart and knew who was the biggest.

Uncle Song was all smiles. "Take it."

The twins took the candy and said thank you in a milky voice.

That person said again: "They can actually say thank you at this age, as sweet-mouthed as Zhaozhao."

Others also laughed. "It's like Zhaozhao; Zhaozhao was also sweet-mouthed when she was little."

"I still remember Zhaozhao was five or so. I was frying meat strips, and she ran over to praise me for being so good-looking. That little voice was so sweet, I couldn't help but give her two meat strips, and she said again, 'Auntie, why are the meat strips you fry so fragrant? Can you give me another one? Zhaozhao wants to have one for each of my younger brothers.' She was so well-behaved, what else could I say? I could only give them to her." This was Song's neighbor; the two families had a good relationship, and whichever family made something delicious would share a small bowl.

The neighbors appeared in their minds with the scene she described, and they couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha, a few good words cost you three meat strips, little Zhaozhao is really smart."

"She was smart when she was little; she could beat anyone older than her!"

Song's Aunt came out after hearing the noise, saw the little dumplings, and was happy first, her voice carrying a thick smile. "Are these Third Cub and Fourth Cub?"

Too good-looking.

Song Yuncheng said: "They aren't called Third Cub and Fourth Cub now; they have big names, called Gu Zhiqian and Gu Zhiyao. Mom, you have to call them Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao."

Otherwise, the two little guys would furrow their brows.

Song's Aunt said enthusiastically: "Seeing Qian Bao, Yaobao."

Yaobao grabbed one of Song Yunjin's fingers and looked at her with unfamiliar eyes.

Seeing that Yaobao trusted him, Song Yunjin's smile was about to fly off his face. "Don't be afraid, this is Great-Aunt, not a bad person, and she's a couple with the Great-Uncle who gave you the cloth tiger."

Song's Aunt looked helpless, thinking to herself that such a small child couldn't understand.

But she didn't expect.

Yaobao walked forward two steps, raised her little face and smiled sweetly, and called out in a soft little voice: "Great-Aunt."

Song's Aunt was stunned, her eyes moist for no reason. She picked up the little dumpling, her voice crisp and enthusiastic. "Mm! Great-Aunt will carry you home."

Yaobao's eyes flashed with nervousness. Seeing her brother following, she patted her chest secretly, the corners of her mouth curling into a shy smile.

The cute little cub was carried away, and the neighbors in the family building weren't very happy.

"Yunjin's Mom, look at how stingy you are, letting us look a few more times wouldn't do anything."

"That's right, I also wanted my daughter-in-law to hold these two cubs, so that my family could also have such well-behaved and cute grandchildren."

Song's Aunt exchanged pleasantries with the neighbors. "Look again in a while. The children traveled all the way here and haven't even had a sip of water. Zhaozhao's family is here all afternoon, so there's time for everyone to see."

Hearing what she said, the people in the hallway dispersed, each returning to their own homes.

The Song family was very unfamiliar to Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao. After the two children entered, they looked around curiously. They were used to the big world and felt like they had been locked in a box after entering the Song house.

However, at this time, the brother and sister's desire to explore was booming, and they didn't make a fuss about wanting to go out.

The Song brothers each held a cub and put them on the sofa.

Their bottoms touched the soft stool, and the twins' eyes became bright.

"Soft."

They said in unison.

Yaobao's voice was soft, Seeing Qian Bao was very calm.

"Sofa, do you like it?" Song Yuncheng sat next to Seeing Qian Bao.

Seeing Qian Bao didn't have any like or dislike, looked at him quietly, and didn't speak.

"Like." Yaobao smiled softly, her little hands with dimples pressing the sofa, saying in a small voice: "Mom likes it."

Mom disliked the stool being hard; the child still remembered.

Song's Aunt smiled and hugged her. "Right, your mother likes the sofa."

Thinking of things from when Zhaozhao was little, her eyes were full of smiles. "When your mother was little, she liked the sofa at home the most and loved to linger on it when she came home from school."

Song Yuncheng also remembered. "I also remember my sister was fierce and overbearing. If I and Yunjin caused trouble, she wouldn't let us sit on the sofa and would make us sit on the hard stool for a whole week."

His bottom almost didn't grow calluses.

Uncle Song brewed milk powder for the twins and glanced at him sideways, saying: "You two were too naughty and didn't deserve to sit on the sofa. I gave your sister the right; if you want to blame someone, blame me."

"How could that be." Song Yuncheng said, "What's there to blame? My sister didn't punish us wrong, and I and Yunjin admit it."

He used a slingshot to hit someone and almost hit that person's eye. His sister punishing him was right; he admitted it.

Uncle Song put the enamel mug on the table and said to Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao: "Great-Uncle brewed milk powder for you; you can drink it in a while."

Milk powder?

The twins were indeed thirsty. Yaobao looked at her brother, her eyes puzzled. "Brother, milk bottle?"

"Mom is carrying the milk bottle; wait for Mom to come." Seeing Qian Bao calmly coaxed his younger sister.

Yaobao turned her little head, staring at the door, calling out with her mouth, "Mom, Mom."

Seeing Qian Bao learned from his mother's appearance, touched his younger sister's head, and continued to coax: "Mom will be here in a while."

The two little ones were too cute; Uncle Song and Song's Aunt both wanted to hold grandchildren.

Uncle Song also took out the mung bean cakes he had entrusted someone to make, gave the twins one corner each, and laughed: "Eat mung bean cakes."

Considering that the niece's twins were small, he had the person make them very delicate, the outer skin crispy, and the inside mung bean filling sandy, so Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao could also taste them.

It was also something Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao hadn't eaten before. Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao happily took them, ate them quietly, and tasted the sweet taste, their eyes lighting up.

"Yuncheng, go pick up Yubao and Hengbao, Yunjin you watch Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao carefully, don't let them choke, I'll go brew tea," Uncle Song said.

Song Yuncheng felt it wasn't necessary, but didn't refute his excited father, took the car keys, opened the door, and went out.

Just downstairs, before unlocking the bicycle, he heard Lin Zhao's voice.

"Yuncheng, where are you going again?"

Song Yuncheng gave up unlocking on the spot and stood straight. "My dad asked me to pick up Yubao and Hengbao."

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Hengbao ran toward Uncle Yuncheng, stood on tiptoe, wanting to pat his shoulder, but it was conceivable that even if he jumped, he couldn't pat it, so he had to settle for second best and pat his uncle's arm.

"Uncle, my brother and I are here, you don't need to pick us up!"

Song Yuncheng went to take the things in his brother-in-law's hand, smiling helplessly. "Thank you."

Hengbao learned his grandfather's appearance and waved his hand, old-fashioned to the point of impossibility. "No need to thank me."

Song Yuncheng pinched his cheeks. "Go home and eat mung bean cakes; Seeing Qian Bao and Yaobao are eating them right now."

The twins hadn't eaten mung bean cakes before and were immediately looking forward to it. They were hungry after walking all the way.

The group went upstairs.

Lin Zhao asked: "Where did the mung bean cakes come from?"

"How else could they come, Old Song asked someone to make them, specifically prepared for the four cubs. Not only are there mung bean cakes, he even brewed milk powder. When I just came out, he went to brew tea again. I guess it's for you and Brother-in-law. Yunjin and I don't have that luck." Song Yuncheng paid attention to Yubao and Hengbao's feet, not forgetting to answer.

The tea his sister gave, he and Yunjin didn't even see the tea leaves.

Lin Zhao raised the corners of her mouth. "How come I didn't know you liked drinking tea? If you like it, I'll give you a jar."

Gu Chenghuai had to leave. With the cubs' father at home, she didn't have the heart to draw prizes, after all, the man was very sharp, and it wasn't easy to take out good things without a good name.

Forget it.

Be calm for half a month first.

"What tea?" Song Yuncheng asked impolitely.

"What do you like, chrysanthemum tea or green tea?" Lin Zhao asked.

Song Yuncheng had drunk chrysanthemum tea and didn't like it much, so he said: "I want green tea."

"Okay, I'll get some and give it to you when I get it." Lin Zhao noted it down.

The prize wheel had several thousand points, enough to draw, and she could always draw green tea.

Song Yuncheng laughed. "Thank you, Sister."

After the adults finished talking, Hengbao asked: "Mom, are mung bean cakes delicious?"

Lin Zhao hadn't eaten mung bean cakes, only mung bean pastries, and felt they should be the same. "It's just pastries made of mung beans, sweet, mung bean flavor."

"Is it delicious?" Yubao asked.

"It's delicious."

The twins' speed climbing the stairs accelerated.

Soon they reached the third floor.

"Yubao, Hengbao, turn left!" Song Yuncheng commanded.

The two cubs walked to the left.

Didn't walk a few steps.

Song Yuncheng said again: "Stop, knock on the door."

Hengbao knocked on the door without a second word. His hand touched the door and found it was open. He didn't rush in rashly and tentatively shouted: "Seeing Qian Bao, Yaobao?"

"Second Brother!" Yaobao slid off the sofa and ran toward the door with a 'da da da'.

Opening the door, the moment she saw her Second Brother, she curved her eyes happily.

She raised her right hand to show Hengbao the bit of mung bean cake on her finger.

"Look, sweet."

Song's Aunt saw the twins outside the door and felt that this pair of brothers was really alike. She greeted them: "Are you Yubao and Hengbao? Come in quickly, Great-Aunt will get you mung bean cakes."

The twins walked into the house and looked around curiously.

They were pulled by Song Yunjin to sit down.

Feeling the softness under their bottoms, Yubao whispered to his younger brother: "Hengbao, this stool is soft!!"

Hengbao nodded. "I discovered it too."

The little brothers whispered, and Song Yuncheng took the things his sister and brother-in-law brought and put them on the cabinet, holding the live chicken, looking embarrassed. "Mom, where should I put this chicken?"

Song's Aunt glanced at the things Lin Zhao and Gu Chenghuai brought and blamed them: "Zhaozhao, Chenghuai, you came, why did you bring so many things, even the chicken!"

Gu Chenghuai said steadily: "After Zhaozhao and I got married, because of various reasons, we haven't been here many times. It's rare to come once, so we couldn't come empty-handed."

"But there was no need to bring so many, you two moved your own house empty." Song's Aunt didn't know what to do.

She knew that Zhaozhao lived in the Gu family's old house, and she didn't raise chickens herself, so this chicken must have been taken from the Gu family. She hoped it didn't cause her trouble.

"Yubao, Hengbao, you two tell me, is our house empty?" Lin Zhao asked the twins who were eating mung bean cakes.

"Not empty!" The brothers said in unison.

Lin Zhao held Aunt's arm and sat down. "Don't worry, Aunt, I have a count in my heart."

At this time, Uncle Song walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, his gaze fell on his Zhaozhao first, and then slowly moved toward Gu Chenghuai.

"You're here," he said.

Lin Zhao's voice was light. "Uncle!"

Gu Chenghuai stood up and shouted: "Uncle."

"Family doesn't need to be polite, sit." Uncle Song said, looking for cups to pour them tea.

Gu Chenghuai helped silently.

Seeing that he had work in his eyes and wasn't the kind of person who sat and acted like a master, Uncle Song was a little satisfied with this niece's husband.

He only had one requirement for his niece's husband: treat Zhaozhao well, unconditionally well.

Song's Aunt saw the atmosphere was a bit stiff and said with a smile: "Old Song, Zhaozhao and Chenghuai brought a chicken, see how to handle it?"

"Stew the chicken in a while, everyone eat together," Uncle Song said.

Song Yunjin was very happy. "Eating chicken, that's great!"

Even if there wasn't a chicken leg for him, he would be happy gnawing on the chicken butt.

The electric fan in the living room hummed. Because there were many people, it was still hot in the house. Uncle Song sent his two sons away: "Yuncheng, Yunjin, you two take the four cubs downstairs to buy ice cream."

"Okay." The Song brothers responded and took Yubao and the others downstairs.

The place to buy ice cream wasn't far from the family building, and Lin Zhao was very worried.

It just so happened she wanted to talk about Fourth Brother, so the cubs had to leave.