I'm Chasing Rough Guys at 80

Chapter 22 Mother's Kindness and Son's Filial Piety Chorus

Yu Jiaojiao stood at the door with her hands on her waist, and a sly look flashed in her eyes.

"The skin is tight again? Brother, let me loosen it up for you." Yu Jingting's nose was hurt by his wife's hit, and he took out his sister's anger.

Jiaojiao grimaced at him.

Hoiko watched him and his sister sloppily from the side.

"Yu Jiaojiao, get in here!" Wang Cuihua's roar came from inside the house.

"Brother save me!"

Jiaojiao jumped into the big sauce jar in the sky, and Yu Jingting quickly covered it with something.

As soon as it was done, Wang Cuihua rushed out with murderous aura, carrying the feather duster.

"Where's the little bunny?"

"Run." Yu Jingting looked at him and often covered his sister.

Wang Cuihua whipped him with a feather duster.

"Just protect the little bunny."

"Where's the ashes? It doesn't hurt at all, come here, help me play this side too." Yu Jingting turned to the side, wearing a padded jacket in winter, it wouldn't hurt or itch if he was interrupted by a feather duster.

Wang Cuihua was independent, and asked for slippers to use the soles of his shoes to hit him.

"Mother, Xiaoxiaohuo! Why?" Suizi hurriedly stopped her, not forgetting to give Yu Jingting a blank look.

Frankly speaking, he's a really poor guy.

"Look, what's hidden in this girl's schoolbag!"

Wang Cuihua led Suiko into the house.

The kang is full of workbooks, and I didn't write any homework. It was full of small animals with different expressions, and the paintings were quite vivid.

Sui Zi picked up the tattered and tattered Chinese book that was missing and turned over two pages, all of which were graffiti.

She has a strong talent for painting. Li Bai's head portrait was changed to Zhang Ya and claws, and she rolled her eyes, and wrote the three characters Yu Jingting on the side.

The same is true for math books, except that there are no classroom notes, and all kinds of illustrations are readily available.

Yu Jingting took his sister's book from Suizi, flipped through it, and nodded.

"Isn't it good to draw?" He didn't forget to paint his name with a pen and write it on Yu Jiaojiao.

This is not a pull frame, it is a fire, and Wang Cuihua is about to breathe fire again.

"I sent her to study to make her draw a villain? 5 points in mathematics, [-] points in Chinese, and dare to hide the mid-term exam papers, lie to me that the test results are not down, oh, I can't get angry."

Suizi looked at her mother-in-law distressedly, this was indeed a very irritating thing, and was about to persuade a few words when she saw Yu Jingting put the book on the kang and sneered.

"Not as good as me!"

"How many exams did you take?" Sui Zi was the same age as him.

She went to school early, a year earlier than him, and Yu Jingting barely read it until the first year of junior high. When she was in school, Suizi and him were both figures who often appeared on the podium in the playground.

Sui Zi is the student representative, and the weekly flag-raising ceremony is also a flag-bearer, a typical example of a scholar.

He went up to do a review, and the whole school became famous.

Fighting, smashing glass, hitting teachers, doing anything bad.

"When I was her age, I could score more than 20 in math. Who is like her, 5 points, hahaha!"

The scumbag laughed mercilessly at Xuemo.

The god of learning is silent.

At this moment, Suizi developed empathy with the teacher who taught the siblings. Teachers are not easy.

Yu Jingting, with his hands behind his back like an old cadre, paced along the edge of the kang, commenting on his sister's test scores.

"I've taught her long ago, don't hide the test paper after the test, how stupid?"

Suizi looked at him suspiciously, this guy still has the consciousness to educate his sister?

"Steal the teacher's red pen, add a 5 in front of the 9, and add a 0 in front of the 10. This girl doesn't even bother to change the score, it's too unfilial!"

The fire that Wang Cuihua had just subsided came up, and she kicked.

"You can't teach any good cakes! You fooled me like this back then! Now you let your sister fool you again. If she can't marry in the future, you can support her!"

"It's just a lot of chopsticks, it's not that I can't afford it."

"Mother, stop kicking." Sui Zi pulled the frame.

"Hey, my daughter-in-law loves me."

"He has thick skin and a padded jacket, so it doesn't hurt to kick him, mother, I'll get you a shovel."

"???" Yu Jingting found that this little girl has a really strong learning ability, and she is very active in learning, so she will be a son of a bitch.

"Looking at you makes me upset!" Wang Cuihua roared at her son Evil Dragon, turning her head and grabbing Suizi's hand, "Don't get close to the silly roe deer, so as not to pass on his stupidity to my little grandson in his womb and sleep with his mother at night."

"Listen to my mother." Sui Zi looked like a little daughter-in-law with a low eyebrow, and the corners of her head bowed slightly.

She also didn't want to sleep on the kang with the big bad guy Yu Jingting.

Such a big boy has strong firepower, and he is cheeky, neither light nor heavy, what should he do if he hurts the child.

Yu Jingting heard that he was about to be deprived of the right to go to the kang again, so he quit, turned around and went out. One minute later, Yu Jiaojiao's screams came from the courtyard.

"Yu Tiegen! You are not a good cake! You betrayed your own sister for a woman!"

"Does it make sense to score zero in the test? Go, apologize to mother."

The man who was still shining with the light of a good brother just now pushed his sister out mercilessly in order to sleep on the kang with his daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law was dragged out, the younger sister pushed in, and when the door was closed, Wang Cuihua's roar and beautiful cry were interwoven into a chorus of filial piety to mother and son.

Suizi was afraid that her mother-in-law would break her sister-in-law, so she wanted to go in and stop her, but Yu Jingting held her tightly in her arms.

"Don't stop, can't stop, this girl can't finish this fight, and the family can't stop."

At present, every family raises children in a rough way, and they don't know the principles.

The tassels looked in through the small glass on the door, and Wang Cuihua fluttered with her broom, most of which hit the edge of the kang and landed on the child a few times.

Jiaojiao cried hoarsely, the thunder was heavy and the rain was small. From time to time, she would use her eyes to peek at her mother's reaction.

Yu Jingting put his arms around the countdown.

"Mother didn't live up to her name after scolding Jiao Jiao, it's almost time to cry that Dad died too early-"

"Her father! Why did you go so early, you bastard? How good it would be to take me with you!"

"Cry for about a minute, then curse a few more words."

After 1 minute, the roar came as expected.

"It's over, I'm done, the rain is over and the sky is fine." Yu Jingting heard that there was no movement inside, patted the thorns, and got used to it.

The spikes rubbed the temples.The mother-in-law's seemingly severe education method can't be said to be useless, it can only be said that it doesn't make much sense.

Wang Cuihua opened the door, and she was as pleasant as Yu Jingting said, as if nothing had happened.

Jiaojiao was lying on the edge of the kang and happily playing with her new pen, with a small face that was still wet with tears, how could there be a little bit of self-reflection and understanding of what was wrong?
Suiko couldn't stand it anymore, so she had to do it.

At night, when no one was paying attention, Suizi slipped behind Jiaojiao, who was drawing a villain, and asked Jiaojiao unintentionally.

"Jiaojiao, what do you want to do when you grow up?" To educate children, we must start with establishing ideals and correct three views.

"Be the second god!" Jiaojiao said proudly.

The spikes are messy.

There are usually two people in rural dance, one is the god and the other is the god. The god is in charge of dancing, and the two gods are responsible for talking.

Wang Cuihua is alone, not very standard.

"Next year, I will stop reading and come back to be the second god to my mother."

　No-responsibility bullshit theater:

　　Jiaojiao: With a loud click, the two gods of Wangjiaweizi appeared!
　　Suiko: Your ideal is to go to college

　　Jiaojiao: ? ? ?i don't think so

　　Hoiko: No, do you want to

　　
　
(End of this chapter)