Although they were acting crazy with drunkenness, these few who were causing a scene were crying, crying as they confessed and repented to An Jing and Xiao Changyi, saying they regretted how they had treated them before, and also how they had treated Liu Sizi.
If the people of Jiuping Village had harbored more kindness in their hearts from the start, the tragedy in which Liu Sizi poisoned most of the villagers would truly not have happened, and everyone in the village considered this to be retribution, a punishment in this life.
Because of this tragedy, the life of the villagers in Jiuping seemed to have returned to normal, but in reality, there was still a heaviness in their hearts.
Now, under the influence of alcohol, those who had been suppressing their emotions too harshly started to cry bitterly, repenting from the depths of their hearts.
It was as if they were venting.
An Jing and Xiao Changyi calmly looked at the few people in front of them who were causing a drunken scene and confessing to them, and they both had only one thought: There is no medicine for regret in this world, nor can time be turned back. What had happened had happened, and even your current repentance can’t change what had taken place before.
After enjoying the wedding banquet at Shi Xiaolan’s place, An Jing and Xiao Changyi returned home.
Their four sons were still too young. They had not brought them to Shi Xiaolan’s wedding banquet. Now that all four children were at home, and since attending the banquet had taken up so much time, they were genuinely anxious about their four children at home, which was why they had hurried back.
And as soon as they got home, Meng Zhuqing gave them some great news, announcing that An Yiyun was now able to sit up by himself.
"Really?!" An Jing was overjoyed and quickly walked to the bedside, staring intently at her youngest son.
Meng Zhuqing nodded, "Yes, the young master sat up by himself twice just now, and he’s just laid back down."
Upon hearing this, An Jing immediately excitedly talked to little An Yiyun, "Yun Er, come on, sit up so mom can see, can you really sit up now?"
An Yiyun was lying in bed nibbling on his own little hand, not yet able to speak or understand what An Jing was saying. But seeing An Jing seemed to be talking to him, he gurgled and grinned broadly at An Jing.
Seeing her youngest son , An Jing was delighted. She sat on the bed, extended a finger, and gently tapped the tip of her youngest son’s nose, "Silly son, mommy wanted you to sit up for her to see, not to smile at her. But still, seeing you smile makes mommy very happy."
Xiao Changyi also sat on the bed, but he said nothing. He first looked at An Yiyun, then went to his son Su Yi Jing, who was sitting and happily playing with a copper coin, and laid him down.
Feeling wronged by being laid down by his own father, Su Yi Jing cried out twice, then struggled to sit up again and continued playing with his copper coin. He looked so engrossed that he didn’t even seem to remember that Xiao Changyi had just laid him down a moment ago.
An Jing: "..." Jing’er, you’ve definitely become used to being bullied by your dad!
When An Yiyun saw Su Yi Jing being laid down by Xiao Changyi and then sitting up again, he first blinked, and then, he began to struggle, looking like he wanted to sit up.
As soon as An Jing saw this, she laughed out loud, "Husband, look, Yun Er understands, and he’s trying to sit up. You really have a way!"
Although Xiao Changyi still didn’t speak, the corners of his otherwise cool lips faintly curled up.
An Yiyun struggled for a while but finally sat up. As soon as he did, he beamed a toothless smile at An Jing and Xiao Changyi, perhaps seeking praise from them.