I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 26
The sky was getting dark and the light was gloomy.

The biting cold wind howled, carrying the unmelted snowflakes.

The heavy curtain was lifted a corner, and before anyone could walk in, air-conditioning and cold wind rushed into the room.

The old lady came back with Lin Haihong.

Lin Haihong huddled behind the old lady, his face full of embarrassment.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the main room, he stood there cautiously, rubbing his hands back and forth, feeling confused and helpless.

"Your aunt will take care of your uncle at the health center tonight. Grandma is worried about Haihong staying at home alone."

The old lady also looked slightly embarrassed, pretending to explain calmly.

The relationship between the two families is like the ice that cannot be broken on the top of a snow-capped mountain.

Three feet frozen, not a cold day.

The same is true for the estrangement between two families.

In the past, peace could be maintained for many years only because one party was enduring the injustice and suffering.

Now, this side doesn't want to endure it anymore.

Naturally, the false calmness, which was like window paper and could be broken at the first prick, disappeared.

Instead, there is a gaping gap and embarrassment.

The young man can clearly feel the change in the atmosphere.

Lin Haihong knew that he was not popular.

The Yu Ping siblings have never been close to Lin Haihong.

"Grandma, Haihong, there is still hot porridge in the pot."

Yu Feiwan broke the spreading embarrassment.

Yu Ping pursed her lips and silently scooped out the porridge from her bowl.

Lin Haihong held the hot porridge, lowered his head, and swallowed silently. There was only the occasional small sound of the spoon hitting the wall of the bowl.

The atmosphere was as suffocating as ever.

And Lin Haihong, who was cautious and careful with the slap marks on his face, looked so timid and weak that it was difficult for them to hate him.

"Pingping, can I share a bed with you tonight?"

Yu Feiwan poked Yu Ping's arm, enjoying the pain.

Yu Ping's slightly frowning brows relaxed, and her eyes suddenly brightened a little, "Yes!"

The rejection in Yu Ping's heart suddenly disappeared a lot.

"Pingping, didn't you say there are still a lot of math questions you haven't figured out yet?"

"That's right, you can take this opportunity to ask your cousin."

Yu Ping:!?(_;?
Does Fei Wan want her to be the hammer that breaks the ice?
Alright alright.

Who makes my cousin look like a stray cat that was injured?

"Haihong, drink quickly and teach me how to do math problems after drinking."

Yu Ping reached out and pinched Yu Feiwan's arm secretly, and finally a smile appeared on her cold face.

Lin Haihong was flattered and raised his head sharply, his eyes filled with caution and disbelief that could not be hidden.

"Uh-huh."

Lin Haihong responded repeatedly, exhaled, and drank the porridge in the bowl in big gulps.

After eating the hot porridge, Lin Haihong finally felt alive.

In front of the simple table, Lin Haihong said to Yu Ping, "Cousin, do you want to come with me Fei Wan?"

Yu Ping bit her pen and waved her hand, "No, she can do it."

Yu Feiwan stood not far away, watching the two small figures whispering to each other, and breathed a sigh of relief.

An awkward atmosphere can really kill someone.

The old lady stood beside Yu Feiwan and gently rubbed Yu Feiwan's head. Her voice was kind and she smiled, "Thank you, Feiwan."

"Grandma, Haihong is quite pitiful."

"I only helped him because he didn't grow crooked. You don't need to thank me."

Yu Feiwan raised his head and explained in a low voice.

Ever since the scene in the courtyard yesterday, she had always had an ominous premonition in her heart.

Lin Haihong, a young genius who everyone in the village believed would have great potential, could not find a bright future.She saw old and new scars under Lin Haihong's sleeves that he had accidentally raised.

Long sleeves and always perfect grades are Lin Haihong's only remaining dignity.

He is a young boy in his early ten years with a young voice, but he is clear and patient when speaking.

For a time, the small back room was filled with the sound of Lin Haihong's lecture.

Yu Feiwan couldn't help but sigh, the compassion in his eyes almost overflowing.

She's just here to pamper Xiao Yu, right?

Whether others are good or bad, dead or alive, it doesn't matter much, right?
She is just an ordinary daughter who came to save her mother, right?
But why does she feel unbearable when looking at the thin and upright Lin Haihong?

Under the thick cotton clothes, he would be covered in bruises.

What kind of painful struggle will it be under the glorious results?

The so-called treasure in the palm of one's parents' hands, what kind of stick will they use to force them?

If the upright young man really goes through hardships and becomes a master as everyone expected, will he stand by and watch his mother's family fall into dire straits?

What was Lin Haihong's original ending?
What kind of ups and downs will this cousin who has never appeared in his mother's mouth experience?

The little boy was still talking about the topic at a leisurely pace, like a slowly flowing stream in a mountain stream, clear and translucent and with an innate sweetness and warmth.

At this moment, the young boy was no longer embarrassed and embarrassed, no longer depressed and embarrassed, as if he had finally struggled out of the quagmire of fate for a moment.

Even if it's only for a moment, he straightens his back and shines brightly.

It is a piece of material for learning.

No wonder Wang Qinxiu dared to speak so firmly.

But is it really possible to go to the top of the mountains and look down at everything that once was?

"Bravo!"

Yu Ping, who had a grudge in her heart, blurted out subconsciously.

Lin Haihong pursed his lips, smiled shyly, and scratched his head.

The old lady, who was always paying attention to Yu Feiwan's expression, felt frightened.

compassion?

pity?

Would an immortal show such an expression to a happy person?

will not!

"Feiwan, you..." The old lady hesitated.

"Grandma, I don't know."

"Perhaps I was once an immortal, but now I am no different from a mortal."

"Besides, man will conquer God."

"His future cannot be determined by God."

"Grandma, do you know he's been getting beaten?"

Yu Feiwan lowered his voice and asked quietly.

The old lady shook her head subconsciously, "It's impossible."

"The slaps yesterday were accidental."

"The Qingshan couple usually dote on Haihong as much as they want. Just look at what he eats and wears."

Yu Feiwan's eyes dimmed. Being beaten is not scary, and pity is not scary either.

The scariest thing is that no one feels sorry for you.

"Grandma, you can take a look at Haihong's injuries tonight after he falls asleep."

"You peek, don't let him know."

"This kid has learned a lot from studying. He wants to save face and be filial."

The old lady's slender eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

She didn't doubt the immortal's words.

The old lady's hand was holding the crutch, and her whole body was like the seemingly calm sea before the storm, but in fact, there was endless trouble brewing.

(End of this chapter)