I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

"I didn't get detention."

Say Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao is there.

The free-spirited Yu Fengjiao is also the hot-tempered Little Pepper, the bright and bright girl among the crowd.

Yu Ping smiled and teased, "I wasn't detained in class, I was just caught by the teacher and recited yesterday's text again."

"Fei Wan and I both understand."

Yu Fengjiao bared her teeth and claws and rushed towards Yu Ping, starting a fight.

"Let's go, go home first."

"It will get dark soon."

Yu Feiwan packed up his messy mood, held one by one hand, and walked home through the faint dusk on the horizon.

After Lin Haihong went to City No. 1 Middle School, there was no one to carry her schoolbag.

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The streets in autumn are also very interesting.

The autumn wind blows, and the small fan-like ginkgo leaves rustle. Some are swaying on the branches, and some are wrapped in the wind and swirling in the air like small yellow butterflies.

Yu Feiwan looked at the piles of ginkgo leaves that were swept up on both sides of the road. He let go of the hands holding Yu Ping and Yu Fengjiao, and bent down to pick up a large handful.

The ginkgo leaves that fall to the ground in the changing seasons can be scattered into mud and crushed into dust, or they can be the only romantic words in autumn that are stunning.

Just like people, they can be as beautiful as ants and as beautiful as gods.

Yu Ping blinked her clear and dazed eyes. She didn't understand Yu Feiwan's actions, but she still followed Feiwan's example and squatted down to pick up two pockets full of ginkgo leaves.

Unless she needs it, she will pick it up.

Yu Fengjiao asked her doubts, "Why did Fei Wan pick up so many yellow leaves?"

"Every morning, someone would put these fallen leaves in woven bags and then burn them."

Yu Feiwan's bad mood seemed to be temporarily dispelled by the golden poetic scenery before his eyes. He smiled with a smile on his lips, "Falled leaves destined to be burned can also be made into flowers to extend their beauty."

"Everyone loves beauty."

In other words, the fallen leaves can be left in a more dignified and beautiful manner.

Yu Fengjiao asked, "Can fallen leaves turn into flowers?"

"Yes." Yu Feiwan remembered that on the Internet in later generations, during the rustling autumn season, countless people would climb mountains to admire the red maples and pick up ginkgo leaves at their feet.

Life is full of scenery, and the fallen leaves are also beautiful.

Because of this beauty, the apricot of the ginkgo leaf is also given the meaning of luck.

Yu Ping pinched the ginkgo leaves and felt a strange emotion in her heart.

If it was not late, she would feel flustered for no reason.

"Fei Wan, are these leaves enough?" Yu Ping shook her head, desperately trying to throw away the strange thoughts.

Fei Wan is an immortal.

Immortals live for eternity.

Yu Feiwan glanced at Yu Ping's bulging pockets and nodded, "That's enough, go back and give each of you one."

A group of three people returned home with a full load.

The fallen leaves made a crisp crunching sound when they stepped on them.

Even the soles have the flavor of autumn.

After returning home, Li Lan watched with dumbfounded eyes as three fair and tender girls took out a lot of ginkgo leaves from the corridor and spread them all over the stone table in the pavilion.

"Why did you pick this thing up?"

"The school needs it?"

Li Lan's first reaction was that it was a task assigned by the school.

"If the school needs it, I will carry a woven bag and a shovel later to fill a bag for you."

Yu Feiwan shook his head and explained the purpose with a smile.

Li Lan didn't ask any more questions, but carefully prepared glue and bamboo sticks.

Li Lan thought simply, this might be a scholar.

She was a rough person who spent all day around the stove, so she couldn't understand that it was normal.

Yu Feiwan quickly finished his homework. Under the illumination of the courtyard lamp, he first rolled up the small pieces of ginkgo leaves, and then pasted them one by one. When the first rose was completed, Li Lan put down the soybeans in his hands and endured. I can't help but marvel.

"You can really turn into a flower."

"It's quite pretty."

"If it's not late, it's because of your dexterity."

Yu Feiwan smiled and said nothing.

This wasn't dexterity, it was something she had practiced over and over before.

Her hands are as clumsy as Pingping. “Mom, I’ll roll some more.”

"When the time comes, our whole family will have flowers."

Because of you, three lives are blessed.

She liked the interpretation of ginkgo leaf flowers by later generations.

Even the forced tenderness and romance are still from the heart.

"Then mom will help you roll it together?"

Li Lan's hands were itchy and she asked eagerly.

Yu Feiwan raised his eyes and met Li Lan's bright eyes. His heart warmed and he said with a smile, "Okay."

"Mom, it's so easy."

"I'll teach you."

Every step of the way, Yu Feiwan taught him extremely meticulously and patiently.

"Does mom want to give it to dad?"

Yu Feiwan looked at Li Lan's serious and pious expression, as if he was doing something sacred.

Li Lan paused with his hands, his face a little unnatural.

A blush appeared on that weather-beaten face.

After a moment, he said calmly and directly, "You kid, you dare to make fun of me now."

"I just made it for your dad. He is also a scholar, so he will definitely like it too."

"My whole life has nothing to do with elegance."

"It's hard for him to spend all day with me thinking about making money to support the family."

"So, being able to accompany your father to be a slave to the elegance that I can participate in can be considered a great achievement in marriage."

Li Lan has always known that for many years, in the eyes of outsiders, she and Yu Shuishan were not compatible.

She is a girl from the mountains. She cannot read a word and is very rough in speaking and doing things.

When Shuishan learned to read and read, she pulled grass and fed pigs in the mountains.

She was herding sheep and collecting sheep dung when she was writing elegant and graceful handwriting under the water mountain oil lamp.

She didn't know the meaning of Shuishan's words.

Considering her, Shuishan gradually spoke more and more plainly.

No more quotations from scriptures, and even the most down-to-earth idioms are rarely used.

Shuishan was worried about her embarrassment and worried about her overthinking.

"Mom, this is not arty."

"Perhaps in dad's heart, the ups and downs I have experienced with you in the past few decades are all true elegance."

"Elegant or vulgar, who can decide."

"only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot."

"Mom, you and Dad are a perfect match."

This is Yu Feiwan's innermost thoughts.

Children who grow up in love will have richer flesh and blood.

Pingping's kindness is proof that Li Lan and Yu Shuishan are the most suitable for each other.

Under the dim courtyard lights, Li Lan's face turned even redder.

"Don't be poor."

"Keep your voice down, your dad is still grinding tofu in the backyard, don't let him hear."

"It was a surprise."

"Hehe." Yu Feiwan smiled and continued what he was doing.

The night is getting darker and darker, and I don’t know how much time has passed.

Dahuang's tail wagging crazily proved that Lin Haihong was back.

Yu Feiwan pursed his lips.

There is no need for Rhubarb to wag its tail and call. After a long time, it can really distinguish the footsteps.

She could now hear Lin Haihong's footsteps.

As soon as Lin Haihong entered the yard, he first raised his hand and touched Dahuang's head, and then he caught a glimpse of Li Lan and Yu Feiwan in the pavilion.

"Aunt?"

"Cousin." (End of chapter)