Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 933

Chapter 933: Chapter 806: Where’s the Promised Love and Harmony?

Every day in this world, lives fade away, and new lives arrive in their place. No one cares when some insignificant life that has nothing to do with them disappears.

Another year-end has come, and the children on vacation are all beaming as they look forward to the New Year. Sure enough, in the depth of winter they all crowd into the reading room in the west wing, calculating with great hope how much New Year’s money they can get.

Oh, no, now it should be called pocket money.

In the East Wing, the six‑month‑old twins listened to the voices of the older boys and girls outside the window discussing, and went "waa waa," flailing their arms toward the outside.

Just as Zhou Jiao had expected, these two kids, apart from not being able to talk, could already read people’s faces. Seeing that the adults had no intention of going out, they immediately launched into a dry howl without tears.

Those two pairs of chubby little hands covered their eyes, leaving a narrow slit between the fingers. The little brothers even cooperated to peek at each other and produced a see‑sawing male high pitch.

At birth, May 1st had been a pound lighter than his older brother, but now you could no longer tell the weight difference. With facial features resembling their mother, those almond‑shaped eyes darted left and right. After bawling for a bit and seeing no one came to pick him up, he abruptly stopped, stretched out his legs, and gave the brother in front of him a kick.

—Liu Yi, who had just opened his mouth to howl, immediately toppled over.

That did it; Liu Yi scrambled up at once and grabbed at him.

Watching the show, Zhang Guoqing separated the two brothers with a headache. Truly a pair of nemeses! When they were in a good mood, the two could happily babble Martian to each other, but the moment you looked away, they were at it again.

So much for brotherly love.

"It’s cold outside, you can’t go out." Zhang Guoqing grabbed a bottle of milk and shook it at them. "Drink your milk first, okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two brothers immediately stretched out their arms to snatch it. And not just that, their chubby little fingers pointed at "the older (younger) brother," and out came another string of Martian syllables.

This little drama had been repeating itself in an endless loop ever since the kids turned six months. With sons this small already like this, Zhang Guoqing couldn’t help wondering if they’d be fighting from childhood all the way to adulthood.

Zhou Jiao gave each of their bottoms a light smack and put on a stern face to scold them: "If you’re not good, I’ll smack you!"

"*&...%......&#￥"

"%...@#..."

"Keep making a racket and there’ll be no milk." Zhou Jiao finally used her trump card and hid the bottles behind her back. Sure enough, the two little guys quieted down and blinked drowsily at her.

Zhang Guoqing laughed as he picked up May 1st. "You little rascal, you’re the bad one—how can you kick your big brother first? Be good, our May 1st will race with big brother to see who drinks faster."

Liu Yi was in Zhou Jiao’s arms and ignored his younger brother completely. His little head was focused on searching for the bottle. Only when Zhou Jiao guided the nipple to his mouth did he drink contentedly while clutching the bottle.

"Don’t they all say twins are telepathic and have great feelings for each other? How come these two are always at odds?"

"Takes after you, I guess."

"Wife, are you implying something there?"

Not long after their bellies were filled, the two little young masters, well attended, drifted off to dreamland. Seeing this, Zhou Jiao let out a breath... little rascals really can’t compare to a little padded jacket.

Zhang Guoqing, grinning from ear to ear, looked at his two sons. "No wonder Dad says the house is getting livelier and livelier. Once they start walking, it’ll definitely be chickens flying and dogs jumping."

"It’s already a handful now!" Zhou Jiao shot him a sidelong look. "Haven’t you noticed that Yueya’er doesn’t even dare go near them these days?"

"Who told that little girl to snatch their bottles?"

"You can say that with a straight face." Zhou Jiao deliberately glanced at the pile of toys on the carpet. "I think they’re just like Ping’an—stingy as anything."

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