Transmigrating to the 70’s: The Military Wife As A Farmer

   Chapter 886

  In the infancy, a familiar little face came into view-a pink and tender face, a small round bean-like nose, and a light pink birthmark the size of a nail on the forehead...

   Isn’t it just the son of flowers who care about their hearts, day and night?

"My son..." Huahua cried when she saw the lost child and cried. She snatched the child and cried very aggrieved. "Mom finally found you, baby, you scared mom to death... "

  Xiao Zhou and Zhou Xilong looked at Hua Hua and recognized the child, and they knew that the child belonged to their family. Several people looked at the child excitedly, and their eyes were full of pampering and pity.

  "Duo, don't cry, you are still in confinement, can't cry, come, give me the baby, you first sit down and rest..."

  Aunt Zhou was anxious to hug her grandson, but could not blatantly grab the child in the arms of the flowers, so she made an excuse, and while talking, she reached out to hug the child in the arms of the flowers.

  How easy it is to get the baby back, how can she let it go after a willing hug, she hugged the baby tightly, back and forth again and again.

   "I'm not tired, let me hold it, I want to take a good look at him..."

  While crying, she kept kissing the child's little cheek.

Xiao Zhou lowered his head and looked at his son affectionately-such a small one, he can hold it up with a slap. At this moment, the little guy is sleeping peacefully there, talking to him. Like a little angel, the hearts of the people who see it are melted...

  He couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with tenderness...

   After seeing the child, Zhou Xilong, who has always been serious, couldn't hold back. The joy and love in his eyes almost overflowed.

   "Well, this kid, not bad, exactly the same as his dad when he was a kid, Fanghua, you see, even the birthmark on his forehead is exactly the same."

  Zhou Xilong pointed to the child's forehead and introduced to his wife in surprise.

  With this birthmark, even if there is no flower to recognize each other, the old couple can recognize that this is their child.

  Because it’s impossible for other people’s children to grow birthmarks that are exactly the same as their sons. Not only is the shape of the birthmark exactly the same as Xiao Zhou’s childhood, but also the length of the birthmark.

  It’s just that the birthmark of their son became more and more shallow with age, and finally disappeared completely. Presumably, the birthmark of their grandson must be like that in the future...

  Aunt Zhou saw the birthmark and smiled from ear to ear, “It’s not a silly, look, it’s exactly the same!”

Because the flower held the child tightly and did not let go, Xiao Zhou and his parents had no chance to hug the child, so they could only gently poke his little cheek next to him, or touch his little head to express Their affection for him.

  Huahua held the child and cried for a while, her emotions gradually stabilized. She raised her head and saw Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou looking at the child eagerly. She couldn't help but warm her heart and passed the child in her arms.

  "Uncle, auntie, hug him too..."

   "Hey, hey..."

  Finally got the right to hold the child. Zhou Xilong and Tian's wife stretched out their arms unanimously, both wanting to hold their grandson.

  However, seeing the other party also want to hug, the old couple's outstretched hands paused at the same time, seeming to be humility to each other.

   Just when they paused, Xiao Zhou had already stretched out his hand, took the Jiang child, and hugged it in his arms.

  The moment he was holding the child, the excitement in Xiao Zhou’s heart accelerated. This is his son, his only son, the inheritance of his blood, the continuation of his life...

  He looked deeply at the croaking little dumpling in his arms, couldn’t help lowering his head and kissed the child’s forehead.

  This little thing became the master of his life the first time he saw him, making him love him to his bones all at once, as if he would not hesitate to die for him.

   is probably the nature of kinship, anyway, after holding the child, Xiao Zhou never wants to let go.

  Although Zhou Xilong could not bear to **** the child from his wife, he was willing to **** him from his son.

   Seeing Xiao Zhou holding the baby without letting go, he stretched out his arm and ordered directly.

  "Hold the child to me for a while. You are clumsy, and you haven't held the child before. What if you fall the child?"

   Xiao Zhou flashed lightly, avoiding the big hand extended by his father, still staring at his son, "Who said I never hugged a child? Isn't it the one I have held since childhood?"

"Can it be the same? When you arrive at our house, you can walk and talk. This little guy is still a small month. If you run into him or fall to him, it depends on what you do." Zhou Xilong continued Outstretched arms, it means that you can't give up if you can't hold the child.

  (End of this chapter)