I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 15 The Upright Cousin

There were many neighbors crowded outside the small courtyard of the green brick house, whispering and pointing in groups of twos and threes.

Yu Feiwan's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed through the crowd and squeezed in.

In the small courtyard, Wang Qinxiu put her hands on her hips and cursed.

There was an old man leaning against the jujube tree, with half-closed eyes and a turban, smoking a cigarette and chiming in from time to time.

"No wonder the old saying goes that if you have a stepfather, you will have a stepmother. My Qingshan family is also unlucky. My biological father died in an unknown way, and my biological mother is partial."

"I know clearly that Haihong will go to the county town to attend junior high school next summer. He has spare money to clean up Shuishan's mess and raise wild animals, but he is reluctant to give Haihong a cent."

"Hai Hong, this kid, has a really hard life. He is obviously filial and obedient, and he studies well, but in the end he is no better than a bastard."

The old lady was leaning on a cane, with a cold face, staring at her eldest daughter-in-law.

"Qingshan, are you going to let your mother-in-law confuse right and wrong?"

The old man under the jujube tree tapped his cigarette stick on the upper of his shoe, showing his yellow teeth: "Mom, you can't be too partial."

"Hai Hong is a student. Sooner or later, he will get rid of his status as a mud-legged person and go to a big city to become a master."

"Since Mom can help my brother raise a wild child of unknown origin, why can't she provide for Haihong's education? After all, Haihong has called you grandma for so many years."

"Mom, Haihong needs money to go to the county to study."

The old man changed his position again and inserted the tobacco stick into his waist.

Following the old man's movements, the snow on the jujube tree fell.

The old man rubbed his hands, with a vague expectation and madness on his aged face, as if he was immersed in the pleasure of judging his relatives in front of everyone.

The old lady's lips moved, her face flushed, and her gray-white hair trembled. After her eyes touched Yu Feiwan's small figure, her grief, anger and disappointment turned into nervousness and timidity.

"It's not late..."

Yu Feiwan frowned, this unreasonable disaster originated from her.

Her arrival, like that butterfly flapping its wings, caused a huge storm decades ago.

While she made up for her regrets and saved the tragedy, new changes also occurred.

This is unavoidable.

"Grandma." Yu Feiwan returned and held the old lady's hand.

The struggle in the old lady's eyes gradually disappeared. She gritted her teeth and pointed at her eldest son, who had never been willing to criticize too much, and scolded her, "Qingshan, you must be conscientious."

"After all these years, what good thing can't be kept close to you first?"

"Even in the past few years, Shuishan helped you make up for your work points."

"The tile-roofed house you live in was built by me with subsidies from coffins. Anyone can say that you are partial to your mother, but you can't."

"You are his eldest brother, and you are guilty of throwing dirty water on top of the mountain with your mother-in-law."

The crutch in the old lady's hand hit the ground hard and continued, "To tell you the truth, I decided to adopt this child."

"My old lady will never let you bully this girl if she lives one day."

"If you and your mother-in-law really want to throw dirty water, just throw it at me, an old woman."

"It's useless to act rudely, and it's useless to mess around."

"I don't need money, but I need a coffin for my life."

"If you are not afraid of being scolded in the back, then you can sell the coffin that the old lady has prepared, and you can make a few bucks from it."

Yu Feiwan clearly saw the flash of greed in Wang Qinxiu's eyes.

"Mom, do you mean to say that you would rather raise a wild child than support Haihong?"

Wang Qinxiu rubbed the corners of her clothes while digging unkindly.

"Hai Hong would be heartbroken if he knew that his grandmother, who has been filial since childhood, made such a choice."

"Mom!" Just when Wang Xiuqin was about to continue her emotional performance, a clear and determined voice sounded from behind the crowd.

The crowd made a way, and Lin Haihong appeared in front of everyone holding Yu Ping's hand.

Well, this is the reinforcement Yu Feiwan has been waiting for.

At first glance, Lin Haihong, who is a few months younger than Yu Ping, looks refreshing and upright, with a decent appearance.

Wang Xiuqin was a little panicked when she saw Lin Haihong.

The tense atmosphere seemed to melt into the biting north wind.

The sky that had just cleared up became cloudy and gloomy again.

Lin Haihong let go of Yu Ping and trotted into the yard, "Mom, Dad, go home."

Wang Qinxiu raised her eyes and frowned, "Do you have the guts to skip school now?"

"It's good not to learn, but to learn such a bad thing."

"Yu Ping is just a little girl. It doesn't matter whether she studies or not. She will get married and have children in three to five years."

"You are different."

Wang Qinxiu reached out and tapped Lin Haihong's forehead, scolding him at the top of his voice.

The old man under the jujube tree also said, "Hongwazi, don't worry about the things here. Just go back to school."

"I'm still waiting for you to honor your ancestors."

Lin Haihong remained motionless: "Mom, Dad, grandma is not kind to us."

"After the separation, we were supposed to be filial to grandma, but over the years it has been grandma who has been supporting our family."

"Mom and Dad, stop making trouble."

The undisguised sarcasm and laughter from the audience outside the hospital made Lin Haihong extremely embarrassed and angry.

He is 12 years old.

I have read many books, received many awards, and received many praises.

Therefore, he understands basic right and wrong.

Neither grandma nor uncle felt sorry for their family in the slightest.

On the contrary, his parents often took advantage of his grandmother and uncle's family in the name of saving money for him to study.

"Cause?"

Lin Qingshan, who was openly contradicted, felt that he had lost face. He roared angrily and wanted to regain his dignity as a father with a wooden stick.

"I provide you with good food and drink, and send you to school to study and learn knowledge. After studying and studying, you will learn to go out of your way to contradict your elders?"

"This book really went into the dog's belly."

Wang Qinxiu, who was cursing and fanning the flames just a moment ago, quickly stood in front of Lin Haihong and said, "Haihong is an obedient child."

"It's Yu Ping. It's that damn girl Yu Ping who did this."

"Had it not been for Yu Ping's instigation, Haihong would still be studying culture in school."

Lin Qingshan, who was holding the wooden stick, paused and turned to Yu Ping, "I am your uncle. Your father calls me big brother. It is only natural that I teach his children who are weak and heartbroken."

The long wooden stick was raised high, and a hoarse voice suddenly appeared from the air. A black crow with a long and pointed beak suddenly flashed its wings and pecked Lin Qingshan's wrist fiercely.

Lin Qingshan cried out in pain, blood oozing from his rough and dark wrist.

Lin Qingshan became angry and waved the wooden stick in his hand, trying to kill the crow that had ruined his good deeds. However, the crow was extremely nimble and pecked him on the cheek, and then flew towards the distant branches.

"Uncle, this is a crow."

Yu Feiwan pretended to be surprised, "Are you being targeted by a crow?"

(End of this chapter)