Hard work after winning the lottery

The noise and laughter of the first birthday celebration still seem to echo in my ears.

The truly epic and eventful lives of the three young men of the Hua family only officially began after they crossed the threshold of turning one year old.

If we say that before the age of one, they are little babies who are crying for milk and need careful care.

After they turned one year old, they transformed into three energetic and incredibly curious little destroyers.

The living room, which Li Guifen once kept spotless, has now become their private battlefield.

Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight stream through the window, the battle cry is sounded precisely on time.

That huge toy box was the first step in their vandalism.

There was a loud crash.

The toy box was overturned by the combined efforts, and the colorful building blocks, dolls, and small rattles, as if they had experienced a small explosion, covered the entire floor mat.

Hua Si'an remained calm and collected. He liked to pick out all the round building blocks and focus intently on trying to stack them together.

Hua Sile, on the other hand, was a complete man of action. He grabbed a rattle drum and ran around the room, shouting "Ah! Ah!" like a young general galloping across the battlefield.

Hua Sitao, on the other hand, always sets the most practical goals.

He would accurately find all the realistic food toys from the mess, then sit down and start jingling the little spatulas and plates.

Soon, the toys on the ground could no longer satisfy their growing desire to explore.

The drawers and cabinets in their home became their new paradise.

Li Guifen had just put the remote control, sewing kit, and other small items into the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Immediately afterwards, three little heads crowded around.

They learned to divide the work and cooperate.

Sile used his limited strength to forcefully pull the drawer open a crack.

Si'an then used his nimble little fingers to pluck things out from the gap.

Si Tao was in charge of cleaning up the mess, carefully throwing all the things her brothers had taken out, one by one, to the farthest possible place.

"Oh, my little darlings!"

Li Guifen stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the mess on the ground, feeling both angry and amused.

"Are you guys trying to tear our house apart?!"

In response to her were three identical little faces with smug smiles.

Accompanying the destructive power was the rapid development of their language abilities.

One evening, Hua Yun was helping her mother prepare dinner in the kitchen when Si An, supporting herself on the door frame, staggered in.

He tilted his little face up, his big, dark grape-like eyes fixed on her.

Suddenly, he opened his little mouth and called out clearly and softly:

"Num...numb."

The greens in Hua Yun's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She suddenly squatted down, looking at her eldest son in disbelief. Her heart felt as if it had been grabbed by a warm hand, and she instantly softened completely.

"Baby, what did you call me?" Her voice was trembling.

"Num...numb."

Hua Si'an called out again, then stretched out her little hands, wanting a hug.

Hua Yun pulled him into her arms, her eyes instantly reddening.

From the time he was an embryo to now being able to clearly call out "Mom," the hardships, exhaustion, fear, and joy of the past year have all turned into the hottest tears at this moment.

With the eldest brother taking the lead, the second and third brothers' language systems seemed to be fast-forwarded as well.

Hua Sile quickly learned the "ba...ba" sound, and every time Hua Shu came back from the field, he was the first to rush up and hug his leg.

Hua Sitao, this little foodie, first mastered the words "eat" and "grandma".

Every day, as soon as he sees Li Guifen come out with a bowl of baby food, he shouts incoherently, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and pats his little belly in a hurry.

Sometimes during nap time, in the three cribs placed side by side, even though it's time to sleep, you can always hear soft, fragmented baby talk.

"Ada da..."

"Eeya...coocoo..."

"Whoa!"

Hua Yun quietly pushed open the door a crack and saw the three little ones looking at each other through the crib railing, babbling happily.

Sile's little hand even reached out through the gap in the railing, trying to reach Sian's face.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled golden rays onto their fluffy heads.

Hua Yun's heart was filled with this tender scene.

She stood quietly at the door, listening to their "whispers" until the sounds gradually faded, until only the even, kitten-like breathing remained.

In order to bathe the three little ones at the same time, Huayun specially ordered an extra-large folding bathtub online.

When the warm water filled the bathtub and the three naked "little pigs" were put in, the small bathroom instantly transformed into a joyful water park.

"Splash!"

Hua Sile was the most lively, kicking her chubby little legs wildly in the water, splashing water high up and directly splattering Hua Yun's face.

Hua Si'an, on the other hand, likes to play quietly in the water. He pats the surface of the water with his little hands, watching the water droplets splash up, and giggles non-stop.

Hua Sitao held the little yellow duck in his hand and kept pushing it into the water while making "quack quack" sounds.

Water splashed everywhere, and mist rose.

The laughter and screams of the three little ones almost lifted the roof off.

After each bath, not only the three children, but also Hua Yun, who was responsible for bathing them, were soaked to the bone, as if they had just been pulled out of the water.

But seeing the children's rosy and fragrant little faces after washing, she felt that all the hard work was worth it.

Late at night.

After their bath and milk, the three little ones, dressed in matching bear pajamas, lay in a row on the large bed covered with soft mats.

This is their bedtime story time.

Hua Yun held a brightly colored cloth book with various simple animal patterns on it.

"Look, babies, it's a big tiger, roar—"

She lowered her voice and imitated the roar of a tiger.

Three little heads immediately crowded together curiously.

Hua Si'an stretched out her little finger and carefully poked the tiger's whiskers on the cloth book.

Hua Sile excitedly waved her little fists and made random "woof woof" noises.

Hua Sitao's focus was always different from others. He stared at the page with a picture of a pig, smacked his lips, and seemed to be thinking about whether the pig would taste good.

Hua Yun's voice was gentle and soothing, seemingly possessing a certain magic in the quiet night.

She turned the pages one by one, telling them how the little rabbit ate the radish and how the little duck paddled.

They may not understand the story, but they can feel the love and warmth in their mother's voice.

Gradually, Hua Sile's "woofing" stopped, and she tilted her head to rest on her brother's shoulder.

Hua Sitao rubbed her eyes and gave a delicate little yawn.

Only Hua Si'an persisted, her dark eyes straining to stay open.

But soon, he couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness. His eyelids started to droop, his little head bobbed up and down, and finally he fell completely onto the soft pillow.

Hua Yun closed the book and looked at the three little angels sleeping haphazardly in a row beside her.

Their breathing was shallow, their small chests rising and falling gently with each breath, and even in their sleep, sweet smiles lingered on their lips.

She bent down and placed three precious kisses on their smooth foreheads, one after the other.

Goodnight, my darlings.