I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 103 Trapped
In the snow, the first grade and the fourth grade began to build snowmen.

Yu Ping took a small shovel and shoveled a pile of snow into a hill.

His face was red and his whole body seemed to be angry.

Yu Feiwan quickly rolled an unsatisfactory snowball.

The details that are not round enough were perfected by Lin Haihong.

Then use the buttons that Yu Shuishan found to make the eyes, then use the radish to make the nose, and use the broom to make the hands.

As for Yu Peng, he always holds a small snowball and hits people when they are not prepared.

Building a snowman turned into a snowball fight.

The small courtyard of the green brick house was constantly echoing with laughter.

Seeing Yu Shuishan rubbing his stomach, Yu Feiwan hurriedly stepped forward, "Dad, go back to the house and rest for a while."

Yu Shuishan smiled gently and lovingly, "You guys should go back to the house after playing for a while. Don't get cold. When your mother comes back, it's time to tell us that we are messing around."

"Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year lose their appetite for delicious food when they are sick."

Yu Shuishan patted the snow on his body, gave a few instructions, then bent slightly and returned to the house.

Yu Feiwan held down Yu Peng, who was flapping his short legs to smash the snowball, "Why don't we stop building a little snowman and go back to the house."

Yu Peng couldn't break free, and under Yu Feiwan's enslavement and oppression, he personally rolled the snowball, and finally succeeded in creating a four-dimensional image.

But Yu Peng, who took matters into his own hands, had a sense of accomplishment and kept showing off.

This kind of aesthetic is easy to live alone.

He stamped his feet and patted the snow on his body.

The room was steaming hot, and there was warm water in the cup that Yu Shuishan had cooled in advance.

Yu Feiwan leaned lazily on the chair, swaying his legs, squinting his eyes and drinking water from the glass. He felt very comfortable.

"Why haven't grandma and mom come back yet?"

"Does it take so long to burn incense in the temple?"

Hearing this, Yu Ping baked her wet socks and looked sideways at the old wall clock on the wall. "According to previous years, it's time to come back."

"It may have been snowing all night, and there was a lot of snow on the road, making it difficult to walk, which delayed the time."

"It's been two or three hours." Yu Feiwan frowned and couldn't help but feel worried.

Although the old lady's body bones still look strong and strong, she is still in her seventies.

If she had known earlier, she should have followed the old lady regardless of her objections.

After Yu Feiwan said this, Yu Ping was a little absent-minded and looked at the door from time to time.

Yu Shuishan's voice came from the back room, "Maybe there are more people with us, so we have to wait for each other, and it takes a long time."

Yu Feiwan blinked and thought it made sense.

When a group of people walks, talks and laughs, they always have to go slower.

However, she felt faintly flustered.

Otherwise, she might as well open up a new perspective.

It's not a disposable item anyway, so even if this worry is unfounded, it won't be a waste.

"Open Zhang Yingying's perspective."

"Ding~ Zhang Yingying's perspective is successfully activated, seventy points will be deducted."

Yu Feiwan:!?(_;?
Is this going to increase the price?
Yu Feiwan didn't care about bargaining with the system.

The old lady fell down in the ice and snow, her face turned green and white, and her facial features were slightly twisted because of the pain. Li Lan wanted to help the old lady up with a look of panic on her face.

Not far behind the old lady was Mrs. Fu, lying in the snow with her forehead covered in black and blue.

People around were pointing and cursing.

At the back of the crowd, Yu Feiwan saw Wang Qinxiu who was gloating about his misfortune.

"Something happened, something happened."

Yu Feiwan jumped out of his chair.

The person who knew Yu Feiwan’s origins best was Yu Ping, so Yu Ping was the first to react.

Yu Ping put on her shoes neatly, "What's wrong?" Yu Feiwan lowered her voice, "I saw grandma and Mrs. Fu falling in the snow."

This matter requires Yu Shuishan to come forward.

In this era, villagers believed that only men could establish a household.

Just, how should I put it?
Yu Feiwan trotted out, deliberately making some noise, and then ran back in, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Dad, an aunt said something happened to grandma."

"Let's go and have a look."

Yu Shuishan, who was about to fall asleep while holding a thermos bottle, was startled, "Where is the person?"

"He left after delivering the news." Yu Feiwan blurted out.

Yu Shuishan hurriedly wrapped himself in a cotton-padded jacket, his expression full of worry, "Did you say where?"

Yu Feiwan nodded, "Dad, I'll go with you."

"I..." Yu Ping also wanted to speak.

Yu Feiwan shook his head without leaving any trace.

Since Wang Qinxiu stood by and watched whether the old lady lived or died, she had to let Lin Haihong see this scene and stop Lin Haihong's thoughts.

If you don't recognize Wang Qinxiu clearly and don't give up completely, it will be a mess.

She was basically certain that Wang Qinxiu was hopeless.

Yu Ping understood: "Dad, please take Fei Wan back to your cousin with you."

"Fei Wan knows more. My cousin is very strong and can help."

"I will keep an eye on Pengpeng at home."

Yu Shuishan did not hesitate and nodded decisively.

The snow on the road is very thick, making every step difficult.

With Yu Feiwan leading the way, he ran away quickly and out of breath. It took him 10 minutes to see the crowd of people.

Behind the crowd, Wang Qinxiu, wrapped in a headscarf and lowering her head, had nothing to hide.

"Mom?" Lin Haihong murmured.

"Get out of the way."

Yu Feiwan transformed into an angry calf and rushed out of the way.

In the crowd, Li Lan supported the old lady and barely stood. The carefully divided incense was scattered on the snow and broken into pieces.

Mrs. Fu was stunned, lying on the snow in despair and numbness, still clutching a long red cloth from the temple in her hand.

Yu Feiwan was aware of this tradition.

Many people go to the temple to burn incense and pray, and they will bring back a piece of red cloth. When they return home, they cut it into strips and tie it on the door, wrap it around their belt, or sew it into a square with cinnabar inside.

"Shuishan, it's not too late."

When he saw Yu Shuishan and Yu Feiwan, Li Lan's strong composure suddenly collapsed, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Mom, let go."

Lin Haihong looked at Wang Qinxiu with cold eyes.

"That's grandma."

Wang Qinxiu pulled Lin Haihong's clothes tightly, her voice filled with unconcealed pleasure.

"Unfortunately, who made your grandma have to protect Mrs. Fu who killed several members of the family?"

"trouble marker."

"You are a scholar, so you can't be influenced."

Lin Haihong's eyes were full of disappointment and he couldn't struggle to get away. He lowered his head and bit the back of Wang Qinxiu's hand hard.

Wang Qinxiu let go in pain, and Lin Haihong took the opportunity to rush into the crowd.

The old lady tilted her head towards Yu Feiwan. Yu Feiwan nodded and tried to help Mrs. Fu up first. Mrs. Fu whispered to herself, "I was wrong. I will never come out again. I was wrong." , please stop fighting."

Yu Feiwan's eyes were sour, and he said warmly, "Grandma Fu, I am Feiwan, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Mrs. Fu probably mustered up all her courage before she dared to step out of the deserted north end of the village. She wanted to take advantage of the beautiful day of the year to burn incense and let God bless her relatives under the spring, in order to seek peace and stability, so that she could live a good life in the future. Live your own life.

(End of this chapter)