I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 124 Long Solitaire
"Fei Wan, I was fighting monsters in my dream."

"Punches everywhere and kicks in all directions."

"One punch makes a little mountain goblin, one kick makes a big monster."

"It's amazing."

Yu Ping raised her chin and turned up her little nose, showing off proudly.

Yu Feiwan raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

It's easy to guess Yu Ping's thoughts, every word is written on her face.

"Is it really defeated?"

"Why do I think the scripture words you copied are still very scary with teeth and claws spread out? Do you think it looks like a long-armed monster?"

Yu Feiwan pointed at a word on Yu Ping's notebook and teased with a smile.

Yu Ping covered her face and glanced back and forth with her little eyes.

"Fei Wan, did you sneak into my dream?"

"Otherwise you are just a roundworm in my stomach."

Yu Feiwan raised his hands, "I didn't, I'm not."

Yu Ping showed a smile that I can understand even if you don't explain it, and successfully regained the game. She shook her little head and hummed twice, like a little fox who stole grapes. She just acted when her eyes looked at the book. His face changed in a second, and in an instant he was bitter and resentful.

Yu Feiwan's smile deepened, so cute.

Lin Haihong put down the book in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said in a voice as erratic as dead leaves in the wind: "Cousin Feiwan, are there really monsters in this world?"

"Or is there an immortal?"

Yu Feiwan held the gradually cooling cup, her eyelids twitching slightly.

This little boy is really sharp.

"There are so many answers, which one do you want to hear?"

Yu Feiwan avoided the truth and turned to the imaginary, with a natural expression: "The Master said, respect ghosts and gods and keep away from them. The Master said nothing about the strange power and confuse the gods."

"This is an answer that existed more than 2000 years ago."

"Nowadays there is also a new view that it is not allowed to become a spirit."

"In the final analysis, if you believe it, you have it; if you don't believe it, you don't have it."

Her answer is the most typical nonsense literature.

It seems that everything has been answered, but in fact nothing has been answered.

Decades from now, I might be able to exchange it for a word like listening to you.

Lin Haihong's eyes lit up and he repeatedly murmured the phrase "There is faith."

Yu Feiwan spread his hands: Look, people are born with the magical power of selective deafness.

Yu Ping chewed the end of her pencil subconsciously again, her willow-leaf-like eyebrows tightly knitted, her expression sad and her voice plaintive: "Why don't you copy the scriptures, cousin?"

Obviously, she didn't even meet the old widower.

It was obvious that she was hiding behind the half-collapsed screen wall with her cousin.

"How about I let grandma beat me with a cane to calm down."

Yu Feiwan pinched Yu Ping's chubby little face and rolled his eyes, "Because you and I walked out of the hospital hand in hand."

"Then I will lead my cousin next time?"

"can!"

"no!"

Very different answers.

Yu Ping lay on the table and sighed.

Thinking of the points, another energy seemed to be injected into his body. He waved his little fist and turned into a roaring little lion, vowing to take down the scripture with its teeth and claws.

Points points, she loves points!
She wants to use practical actions to defend her position in Fei Wan's heart.

Huh, she's not a little piece of mud who can't hold herself up to the wall.

Over here in the West Room, we are fighting with the scriptures.Over there in the west hall, things were also in a hurry.

The idle old lady was teaching Mrs. Fu how to play homemade long cards. Most of the elderly people in the village knew how to do it.

Under normal circumstances, in winter, old men and women would gather in groups of three or five at homes with earthen kangs. In summer, they would play cards with great interest on the rocks under the big willow trees in the evening. This was also a sign of their poverty. One of the few joys in life.

The playing cards are in the shape of elongated strips with red and black dots painted on them.

It's not difficult, but Mrs. Fu, who has rarely interacted with people for decades, still had some difficulty learning it at first.

The old lady enjoyed it very much and patiently explained the rules of long strips of cards to Mrs. Fu step by step.

Mrs. Fu, who resisted and was confused at the beginning, is now able to interact with the old lady, with a deep smile on her wrinkled face.

Turns out, this is what life is like outside of that cabin.

The old lady, who had always paid special attention to Mrs. Fu's emotions, felt relieved and the corners of her mouth curled up.

In order to truly pull Mrs. Fu out of the shadow that has shrouded her for many years, it is not enough to rely solely on the care and acceptance of her family.

She had to find ways to teach Mrs. Fu to reintegrate into this society, teach Mrs. Fu how to get along and communicate with others, and teach her how to live calmly, independently, and decently.

Otherwise, as far as Mrs. Fu is concerned, it cannot be regarded as a true rebirth.

Don't be anxious, just take it step by step. Sooner or later, Mrs. Fu will be able to become a normal person.

"How can you cheat?"

"Look at what time it is?" The old lady smiled knowingly, picked up the long card that Mrs. Fu had thrown on the bed, and stuffed it over.

Mrs. Fu smiled brightly, squinted her eyes, and counted the dots on the cards carefully, "I'm getting older, and my eyesight is getting worse."

"I didn't even say I was old." The old lady said angrily.

"Keep going."

There was constant laughter in the west hall room.

It's such a good day.

In the evening, Li Lan and Yu Shuishan returned home together.

During this afternoon, Li Lan and Yu Shuishan spread the news of the house for sale to the ears of outsiders who had moved in, while at the same time they secretly inquired about the follow-up to the bolt from the blue incident.

In just one day, many other versions have been derived. The old widower's reputation has been blackened, and a lot of filth has been stolen on the majestic brick walls and large iron doors.

Villagers are reluctant to part with vegetable leaves, let alone luxuries like eggs.

After much thought, mud and excrement are the most suitable.

Fortunately, it was winter and the weather was cold, so the stench did not attract swarms of mosquitoes, flies and maggots.

However, it doesn't matter.

After all, the old widower himself is a maggot.

As for the old widower, he was not struck to death by lightning, but he was frightened half to death.

Tian Yougen also took the opportunity to inquire about the situation, but was stopped by the stench on the courtyard wall and gate, and the curses from the villagers. After only a few minutes, he left dejectedly, completely giving up the plan of selling his daughter to the old widower as a granddaughter.

"Mom, the price of my aunt's house may be suppressed."

"We must be mentally prepared for this."

Yu Shuishan took off his cotton shoes and said helplessly.

After all, the situation in Mrs. Fu’s yard is quite special.

Although Mrs. Fu has the homestead certificate and land certificate in her hands, it is not easy to drive out those people.

Unless the people who moved their registered permanent residence are in urgent need, there may not be anyone to take over.

The expressions of the old lady and Mrs. Fu did not change much.

Obviously, it was expected.

"Sell as much as you can. This can be considered an unexpected surprise."

"It's just that I'm afraid I'll offend those two or three families."

"However, if you offend me, feel free to offend me. Those two or three families took advantage of the situation to rob and occupy the yard."

(End of this chapter)