I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 2 What you want finally comes true
Yu Feiwan's mood fluctuated and his eyes were dull and distracted.

coincidence?

After a long, long time, Yu Feiwan finally cheered up.

The little boy on the side had "Yu Peng" floating above his head.

This is her uncle's name.

At this moment, Yu Feiwan would rather believe that the lightning and thunder storm before she fell asleep took her through the long torrent of time and gave her a chance to make up for her regrets.

It's not a dream, let alone a fantasy.

Yu Feiwan's eyes were covered with moisture at some point, and his feet were frozen in place, looking at the little girl in front of him almost greedily.

The little girl fiddled with a stick of unknown material in the stove a few times, and pulled out a huge black roasted sweet potato from the pile of burnt plant ashes.

If it weren't for the tangy sweetness, this roasted sweet potato would look more like a big black mouse.

There is one thing to say, but the appearance is average.

Yu Feiwan clearly saw the glistening drool hanging from the corner of the little baby's mouth.

The little girl endured the heat and breathed out, switching the roasted sweet potato back and forth between her left and right hands, breaking the sweet potato into two pieces.

And Yu Feiwan finally saw the little girl's face clearly.

Her facial features and eyebrows are all very much like her mother's.

At this moment, my mother's eyes are round, bright and moist, without wrinkles, vicissitudes of life, or hardships.

Really like ah.

Yu Feiwan covered her mouth tightly, and her hot tears fell uncontrollably.

Is it mom?

Yu Feiwan couldn't help but stretched out his fingers and gently caressed the little girl's face. The thoughts in his heart were like fireworks exploding in the sky.

The little girl's dark hands covered with dust casually rubbed her face, and her fair and tender little face suddenly turned into a little cat.

One part is white and the other part is black.

The little boy nibbled on the roasted sweet potato, his eyes narrowed with laughter.

He's young, but that doesn't stop him from finding it funny.

"My face always feels itchy."

The little girl murmured.

The sound is crisp and crisp, just like the frozen green plums falling on the white porcelain plate in midsummer, which can drive away all the irritability.

This is a kind of clarity and purity that has not experienced suffering and is not aware of danger.

It was different from the despair and pain in the dream, and also different from the tired old age in her memory.

Yu Feiwan looked at the little girl's intact little finger and touched it tremblingly.

Great, it's still there.

Yu Feiwan's tentative touch made the little girl startled. She rubbed her fingers on the sweater, and the little black hand turned a lot whiter.

"Pengpeng, do I have lice on my body?"

The little girl suddenly felt that the roasted sweet potato in her hand was no longer fragrant.

Lice, so scary.

Yu Feiwan retracted his hand and squatted beside the little girl, his eyebrows soft and nostalgic.

In the past three years and more than 1000 days and nights, her wish finally came true.

She didn't even dare to blink, lest it all disappear.

The sky is getting darker, the night is drooping, the wind is blowing, and the strands of snowflakes are falling gracefully again.

A few barks of dogs could be heard from time to time in the small courtyard of the green brick house. The warm yellow light bulb in the house was the only light on this snowy night.

Inside the room, cut off from darkness and cold, was the atmosphere of a family's trivial fireworks.

"You, my daughter, are used to having to boil water to wash your hair when it's so cold."

A middle-aged woman with short ear-length hair and a neat look was chattering while testing the temperature of the water in the enamel basin.

Simple, hearty, and a little bit spicy.

After the water temperature was right, the middle-aged woman wiped her hands on the apron casually, and then pressed the collar of the little girl's sweater inward to ensure that it would not get wet with the water.

The name that appears above the middle-aged woman's head is "Li Lan."

Grandma's name on the tombstone.

Across a small, half-hollowed wooden door, there was a middle-aged man sawing wood happily outside. "Pingping wants to wash it, so she doesn't waste time." "I just saw more firewood, it's enough."

The voice full of laughter was full of endless love.

Yu Feiwan didn't even need to look at the name above the middle-aged man's head.

Yu Shuishan.

Her grandfather's name.

My mother looks more like my grandfather.

Especially those eyes, [-]% inherited.

In the past, I always heard my mother boast that my grandfather never favored boys over girls, and she was luckier than the little girls in the village.

In those days, it was particularly difficult.

"Just get used to it."

The middle-aged woman continued to chatter, but her hands moved very quickly.

"Mom, look if there are lice in your hair."

The little girl reminded hurriedly.

"My face felt strangely itchy in the afternoon, as if something was crawling."

The culprit Yu Feiwan:...

She really just couldn't hold it back, does anyone believe it?
"Why did you get lice again and you got into the doghouse again?"

This word is so spiritual.

The middle-aged woman stood up, poured vinegar into the hot water, and then rummaged through the cabinets to find a grate.

One strand after another, carefully pull the hair out.

"If you keep messing around, I'll shave your head off."

"How about you go live in the doghouse too."

He kept saying harsh words, but his expression, reflected by the warm yellow light bulb, showed no signs of impatience.

I massaged it twice more carefully and with controlled force, then changed the water and rinsed my hair.

Water stains gradually soaked the middle-aged woman's sleeves.

"Okay, wipe it with a towel, then sit by the stove and smoke it dry."

The scenes in front of him were vivid and warm, but in Yu Feiwan's mind, the image of his mother holding the tombstone in her dream and whispering desperately appeared in Yu Feiwan's mind.

"I can't seem to hold on anymore."

"Help me."

She wanted to save her mother.

She not only wants to be a little cotton-padded jacket that warms her mother, but also wants to be an armor that protects her mother.

The middle-aged man who was sawing wood for firewood outside should be called grandpa. No, she should be called grandpa.

Grandpa gathered the sawn wood neatly, took off his dark blue coat made of labor cloth that was covered with sawdust, put it on a shelf nearby, and then returned to the back room.

Seeing that the little girl's hair was still dripping with water, she lowered her face and said, "Pingping, come here and dry your hair quickly, or you'll have a headache."

Today, a hair dryer is an extremely inconspicuous item in thousands of households, but in the 80s, having a hair dryer was a rare thing.

Most people don't have it.

After all, no ordinary person is willing to spend three or four months’ salary on a small appliance just for drying hair.

Yu Feiwan thought about it, it's not that it can't be recharged, there is a mall on the panel, and the mall means that it can be purchased.

However, a hair dryer appearing out of thin air must be quite scary for the mother and her family.

At that point, you might think it’s haunted.

Especially in front of grandma and grandpa, it's not easy to fool.

Therefore, Yu Feiwan could only watch the little girl sitting in front of the stove and relying on the heat to dry her hair.

Grandma and grandpa are also busy each other.

Seeing the little girl's sleepy head filled with heat, she pecked rice bit by bit, almost burning her hair.

Yu Feiwan hurried over and reached out to tap the little girl's ear. The cold touch made the little girl wake up suddenly.

　Signed, signed, signed

　　
　
(End of this chapter)