The clear and sweet sound of the harmonica echoed throughout the carriage. He played seriously and his eyes were shining.

An Xiang looked at him in a daze, and suddenly thought of some memories, which were unclear and blurred in her mind.

After the song ended, An Zimo put down his harmonica and returned to his seat. Seeing that An Xiang was still staring at him, he moved his eyes uncomfortably to the window. An Xiang didn't expose the child's shyness, smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand.

He put his arms around him and said:

"If you're sleepy, sleep next to mom for a while."

An wanted to find that her self-promotion was becoming more and more convenient. An Zimo did not refuse and leaned into her arms and slowly closed his eyes.

The bus drove quietly on a smooth road. The tall buildings on both sides were gradually replaced by trees, and the crowds became increasingly sparse and desolate. An hour later, the bus slowly stopped at its destination, and parents and children got off the bus hand in hand.

The campground has a quiet environment, with mountains and rivers connected in a line. Children living in big cities rarely have close contact with nature. When they see the grass and trees, they immediately go crazy and run and jump in a ball.

The children in the Pei family are relatively mature. Even if they show curiosity, they don't rush out like them. They all stand obediently next to the adults, and their sensible appearance once again attracts the envy of other parents around them.

The main purpose of this camping trip is to promote the parent-child relationship between the children and their parents, so once they arrive at the destination, the teacher lets them move around freely. At the same time, in order to ensure the safety of the event, the school specially prepared an ambulance and security vehicle.

It was almost noon, and many parents had already begun to set up tents. An Xiang pulled Pei Yizhou's sleeves and suggested, "You and Pei Chen set up the tent, and I'll go make food with the other mothers."

The kindergarten has prepared two barbecue grills for parents. There are only seven or eight students in their class, and the two barbecue grills are completely sufficient.

Pei Yizhou nodded and said, "Be careful."

"Know it."

An wanted to finish and trotted towards the middle of the crowd.

She has a special status, and the mothers were a little embarrassed at first, but seeing that she was approachable and without the arrogance and indifference of other pure-bloods in her temperament, they relaxed and got close to her. The few of them got along very harmoniously, and An Xiang was an excellent cook.

The barbecue was sizzling on the shelf, and soon the aroma of the meat floated into the air.

"mom."

An Xiang was busy when a familiar voice came to his ears.

Without raising her head, she picked up a few pieces of meat and put them on the disposable plates she brought with her, and then handed them over: "Eat with Nono and the others."

An Zimo took the small dish and left, but soon came back, with his hands behind his back and his head raised, he said to her, "Do you need my help?"

Sparks flew everywhere in the oven rack. Although An wanted to be careful, she was still burned twice. She refused without hesitation: "It's very dangerous here. Mo Mo goes to play with his friends. Mom will be fine soon."

An Zimo noticed the red mark on the back of her hand, his eyes flickered, and he took out a stick of scalding medicine from his backpack. He took An Xiang's hand and applied it gently on her. His movements were very jerky, careful, and stiff.

His little face was full of concentration.

The mother next to her couldn't help joking: "It's all daughters who are their mothers' little cotton-padded jackets. I think Mo Mo is not bad either."

Speaking of his daughter, An Zimo frowned again.

An Xiang found it funny, touched his head and said, "Character is innate and has nothing to do with men and women."

The other party looked away awkwardly and did not force another conversation.

"Okay." An Zimo took back the medicine and told him seriously, "Be careful."

An Xiang patted his cheek lovingly and said, "I know."

"I'm watching you from here."

The smile in An Xiang's eyes grew stronger and she didn't chase him away anymore. She lowered her eyes and concentrated on the barbecue. When the meat was finished, Pei Yizhou had already set up two tents. She did not choose to get together with the others and took the meal to the lake.

In a quiet place, lay out a picnic blanket and enjoy the scenery while eating.

She had a small appetite, so she put down her chopsticks after a few bites, took out the sketchbook she carried with her and drew a Q-print of the family, then took the picture and posted it on her personal Weibo.

[Think Catfish v: Picnic. (Picture)]

——Cute! Can you take it and use it as your avatar?

——Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucio, this steamed stuffed bun has an amazing face.

——I never expected that Mr. Pei could have such a cute side.

——Wish me to die seeing this picture.

——Upstairs, you can definitely do it.

"..."

After An wanted to choose a few comments to reply to, he took Pei Yizhou and took a few selfies. He set up the screen saver with satisfaction and started thinking about An Zimo again.

Her eyes were too naked. An Zimo wiped the corners of his mouth with a small handkerchief and said calmly: "Mom, just tell me."

"Mo Mo, you see the scenery is so beautiful, do you want mom to draw a portrait for you?" After saying that, she looked at him eagerly.

An Zimo didn't speak.

In the impression, his mother could only draw Q-versions of little people, and after marrying Pei Yizhou, she occasionally posted a few sexy pictures and portraits... Can she do it?

Even so, An Zimo still did not refuse and nodded in acceptance: "Okay."

An Xiang's eyes lit up, and she took him to the foot of a tree, sat on the ground and started drawing.

Painting is a long process, let alone a human portrait.

An wanted to take a look and draw a stroke, but it looked pretty.

Pei Yizhou couldn't help but be curious, and quietly came up behind her. When he saw the painting, he chuckled: "That's it?"

There are rough black human body lines on the white paper, and a few scrawled strokes serve as the background. There is no sense of beauty at all.

An Xiang was offended, so she pushed the man away glumly and continued to concentrate on painting.

Five minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

An Zimo kept his movements unchanged. Even if there were tree shadows above his head, he could not withstand the scorching heat of the noon sun.

An Xiang sighed. She couldn't bear to see her child continue to stand like this, so she put away the painting and promised seriously: "Don't worry, Mo Mo. When mom buys a few books and studies hard, I will definitely be able to draw a portrait of you."

An Zimo: "..." It's not necessary.

An thought got up and carried her son back to the tent. The small fan was spinning in the tent, and the cool breeze instantly relieved her from the heat. She lowered her eyes and saw a piece of drawing paper lying on the floor. The drawing paper looked familiar, as if it was

Torn from Peino's little drawing book.

She stepped forward and unfolded the drawing paper.

The lines outlined in the book are simple and clean. The woman's long hair is flying and her back is slender. It is obviously just a pencil drawing, but it accurately depicts her gentleness and touchingness. Below is the man's vigorous handwriting -

[Spend the rest of my life with you.]

An Xiang pinched a corner of the paper, her ears turned red, and her heartbeat started to lose its rhythm.

[me too.]
Chapter completed!