How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Chapter 157

Why are parents so different from each other?

Dong Xiaohuan and Wang Yong had almost no requirements for her, as long as she was happy and safe and healthy.

Hearing Jia Qingwu say this again today, she suddenly felt like crying. All the grievances that had accumulated over the years, transcending time, all came flooding back.

"Xia Xia? What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Jia Qingwu had been looking at her and naturally noticed the change in her mood. She suddenly felt a little anxious.

Xia Chu lowered her head and held back her tears. "It's okay."

"Did I say something wrong?" Jia Qingwu frowned.

"No, it seems like there's sand in my eyes." Xia Chu reached out to rub them, but Jia Qingwu grabbed her hand. She said anxiously, "Don't rub sand in your eyes. If it hurts, it will be troublesome. Lift your head and let me see..."

Xia Chu obediently looked up, and there was no sand. However, her eyes were red from rubbing them, and tears were shining in them. Jia Qingwu did not doubt her words and searched carefully, and said thankfully: "I didn't see it. Did an eyelash fall in? Or did you rub it out?"

"Maybe, there's nothing left now." Xia Chu blinked.

It happened that Aunt Xu came back, and the two of them put the matter aside and went to Jia Kuan's yard with gifts.

It was bustling here at this time. Both ladies were there, as were Jia Wanlin and Jia Wanqing, who were gathered around to look at the newborn baby.

"Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law."

"First aunt, second aunt."

Jia Qingwu brought Xia Chu to greet them. Madam Jia carefully observed Jia Qingwu's complexion and said with a satisfied smile, "Qingwu looks better and better."

Madam Jia Er smiled and said, "Qingwu is here."

Jia Wanlin was still feeling a bit complicated when he met Xia Chu. He had never expected that after a trip to Lin'an, he would find his long-lost cousin.

She had no memory of what happened that year, but she heard that it was because she was holding on to the lantern. Her aunt was afraid that she would burn herself, so she was busy trying to stop her and didn't pay attention to her cousin, so she lost it.

She once blamed herself when she saw her aunt who loved her so much going crazy and having an attack of illness.

"Aunt, cousin." Jia Wanlin came forward and bowed.

"Linlin is getting more and more beautiful." Jia Qingwu smiled and helped her up. Once upon a time, she had blamed Jia Wanlin. But after sobering up and looking at Jia Wanlin's timid eyes, she felt pathetic and shameless. She was just a child. What had she done wrong?

"Hello, Auntie, cousin." Jia Wanqing also came over.

"Qingqing." Jia Qingwu pinched Jia Wanqing's little face, "Do you miss your aunt?"

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it!" Jia Wanqing said with a smile.

"Come and see our young master." Madam Jia called out.

The newborn's skin was still a little wrinkled, dark and red, a bit ugly. Wrapped tightly in a blanket, only a pair of eyes and a tiny forehead were visible. He was fast asleep, looking quiet and well-behaved.

"Have you chosen a name?" Jia Qingwu asked.

"Dad has thought of a few and asked the third family to choose." said Mrs. Jia.

"How is my third brother's wife?" Jia Qingwu asked.

"I've been tossing and turning for too long and feel a little exhausted, but the doctor said it's okay and I just need to take good care of myself during the confinement period." Madam Jia said, taking a look at the room.

Jia Qingwu nodded, "That's good."

Several people gathered around the child and looked at him for a while, then Mrs. Jia left first, followed by Mrs. Jia II.

Jia Wanlin hesitated for a moment, then took Jia Wanqing's hand and walked away.

Jia Qingwu opened the curtains that blocked the wind in the room. Mrs. Jia San leaned weakly against the headboard, reading a piece of paper. She felt someone coming in, glanced at them, and said with a smile, "Sister is here, Xia Xia is here too."

"Third aunt." Xia Chu greeted her.

"Are you feeling well?" Jia Qingwu walked to the bedside, and the nurse brought the young master over. She placed him next to Mrs. Jia San and stood guard.

"A little tired, but okay." Mrs. Jia San glanced at her son and reached out to touch his face gently. "It's a little ugly."

"Nonsense." Jia Qingwu said softly, "This child will definitely be fair and tender when he grows up. Look at his eyebrows and eyes, he looks so much like you. His mouth is like Xiao Kuan's. He will definitely be a handsome boy when he grows up."

"How did you know that?" Mrs. Jia San stared at her son, but still couldn't see any resemblance. She patted the paper beside her and said, "I can't choose a name. Let his father choose it."

Jia Qingwu took the paper. This generation of the Jia family was called Jun. Old Master Jia listed a few characters: Ying, Rui, Qian, Mao. "Where is my third brother?"

"After watching all night, I let him go to bed."

"Are you asleep? You should sleep a little longer. The servants are watching over the child."

"I slept for a while this morning. I'll go back to sleep later."

Jia Qingwu chatted with her for a while, placed the gift on the child's blanket, said goodbye, and took Xia Chu back to her own yard.

"You were beautiful the moment you were born, so white and clean. Everyone said you looked like a little lucky doll," Jia Qingwu recalled. "You were so tiny, your little hand could only hold one of my fingers. You were so soft, the first time I held you, I didn't dare to use any force for fear of accidentally crushing you."

Xia Chu thought of the child just now. He was indeed small and soft, and his little face felt furry.

"Yes, Miss Xia has been different from others since she was born. She is fair and clean. I have seen so many children, but none of them is like her. She has been fair since she was young." Aunt Xu also said with a smile.

"You have been so well-behaved since you were a child that it makes people feel distressed. You just whimper when you are hungry or sleepy, but never cry or make a fuss. You smile whenever you see people. No one dislikes you." Jia Qingwu continued.

Xu Mama, however, thought of another person and thought the child was not smart and had a brain problem. However, when Miss Xia grew up, she slapped him in the face, saying she was smart and cute. He then fell in love with the child and often held Miss Xia in his arms to coax her to recite poems. He also brought people over and often showed off his child in front of others.

Later, some people were jealous and said that it was just a girl, there was nothing to be proud of, and it was not a son either.

Sun Wujiu was silent for a few days, and only calmed down after being coaxed by Jia Qingwu, but he didn't like to hug Miss Xia as much as before.

Thinking of this, Aunt Xu sighed quietly.

Xia Chu pictured a small figure in her mind. She could hear the love Jia Qingwu was filled with just from her words. However, she was worried that Jia Qingwu would get lost in her memories and have another attack, so she changed the subject. "Mom, I'm almost done with that song. Can you write the lyrics for me? I'm not very good at it."

"Okay, play the whole piece twice for me to listen to, and I will definitely write lyrics for you." Jia Qingwu was happy that she could help her daughter and happily agreed.

Xia Chu always paid attention to Jia Qingwu's condition and diverted her attention if something was wrong. Before going to bed at night, Jia Qingwu had not had any illness all day.

The two of them lay in bed, Xia Chu humming a song she had just written. The hazy moonlight, mostly blocked by the gauze curtains, shone on the two of them, and they fell asleep, a gentle dream.

Jia Qingwu still couldn't sleep through the night and would occasionally wake up from her dreams, but with Xia Chu around, she rarely got sick. Aunt Xu, on the other hand, had slept well for a few days and felt more alert.