I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 29
Yu Feiwan: Is this a show of affection from the last century?
Noisy and stumbling is also a life.

Yu Feiwan smiled like an aunt, and eating sweets made her feel happy and energetic.

Li Lan caught a glimpse of Yu Feiwan's eyes from the corner of her eye and got goosebumps all over her body.

This look was so scary.

Li Lan rubbed his arms subconsciously and stopped insisting.

Ordinary people don't have any rules about not talking when eating or sleeping. Yu Ping chewed the sweet and soft thick-wheat buns and said cheerfully, "Mom, you must sleep with me tonight."

Li Lan raised her eyebrows, "Your grandma agreed?"

Until now, Li Lan didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup Yu Feiwan poured into the old lady to make her so protective.

In the past, she had always thought that the old lady would choose Lin Qingshan without hesitation at any time.

But I never thought that this time Lin Qingshan and Wang Qinxiu were so upset that the old lady didn't even let go of Fei Wan.

In this regard, she is happy to see it succeed.

Yu Ping's cheeks were bulging, like a little hamster hoarding food, and she nodded hurriedly.

"That's fine." Li Lan chewed a chopstick of pickled cabbage and gritted her teeth.

"Yu Peng!" Li Lan was preoccupied with two things and patted the back of Yu Peng's hand gently or hard. "I have told you so many times that you are not allowed to hit the bowl with chopsticks."

"Do you want to be a beggar or a starving ghost?"

Yu Peng's eyes turned red, his mouth flattened, and he was about to cry at the top of his lungs.

"Pengpeng, grandma is chanting sutras." Yu Feiwan reminded with a smile, "Oh, I don't know if it will disturb grandma's chanting."

One thing brings down another, and there is no doubt about the intimidating power of the old lady.

Yu Peng quickly covered his mouth, his eyes aggrieved.

From beginning to end, Lin Haihong was eating in silence, with a gentle expression and a smile.

This seems to be a normal family.

"Auntie, let me wash the dishes."

After everyone finished eating, Lin Hai stood up suddenly and volunteered.

Li Lan frowned, "My coat got wet accidentally. Why should I wash it?"

"Just soak your feet and go to bed!"

If Wang Qinxiu knew that she asked Lin Haihong, a born scholar, to wash the dishes, Wang Qinxiu could sit on the stage in the brigade courtyard and curse her for three days and three nights without repeating the same thing.

However, even without Wang Qinxiu, she would not let the children wash the dishes.

In the summer, I step on a stool and wash it.

But this winter, a dirty cotton-padded jacket was much harder to wash than a bowl, and she didn't want to cause trouble for herself.

"You too!"

Li Lan raised his eyebrows, pretending to be stern.

……

The night is getting deeper, the cold wind is howling, and the scattered stars hanging in the sky seem to have become a lot dimmer.

Inside and outside the house, two worlds.

Thick and heavy quilts, crackling stoves.

Yu Feiwan felt that her mood at this moment was hotter and more intense than the firewood burning in the stove.

Sleeping under a quilt!
She sleeps in the same bed as her mother!
Under the quilt, Yu Feiwan couldn't help but hold Yu Ping's hand.

Not only can she pamper Xiao Yu, but she can also grow up with Xiao Yu as a sister.

This is more than just a matter of God's mercy.

"Fei Wan, why is your heart beating so fast?"

Yu Ping also covered her head in the quilt and murmured carefully.

Under the airtight quilt, Yu Feiwan's face turned red, and the only sound was the thunderous heartbeat.

Yu Feiwan opened a corner of the quilt and took a long breath.

Yu Feiwan thought wildly. Compared with a mother and her daughter sleeping together, Yu Ping's question was more suitable for the ignorant and ambiguous heartbeats of men and women.Under the quilt, Yu Ping poked Yu Feiwan's waist with her little hand and asked, "Hmm?"

Yu Feiwan's head felt a little short-circuited, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Yu Ping?"

Li Lan's voice was like a magic sound. Yu Ping instantly got her head out of the quilt, closed her eyes, closed her mouth tightly, and remained motionless, as if she fell asleep instantly.

Yu Feiwan breathed a sigh of relief and secretly watched the little girl who was pretending to sleep through the faint light coming through the cracks in the curtains.

The winter day when her mother picked her up was just like this winter. In the cold and loneliness, a ray of light penetrated through the thick clouds, giving people hope to continue living and look forward to the future.

She seemed to understand what her mother always said.

My mother said that she saved her mother.

Perhaps, at that time, my mother, who suffered from suffering and despair one after another, and whose relatives died one after another, no longer wanted to struggle in the world.

That coal-ash slope, where people of this era often abandoned baby girls, was her life and the mother's hope for survival.

What about this life?

Maybe the night was too quiet, or maybe the bed was too comfortable. Yu Feiwan looked at the little girl so close, but his thoughts were far away.

In this life, she pampered Xiao Yu and changed her mother's fate. Will she still exist in this world?

On that windy and snowy day, would my mother still appear in this backward and isolated mountain village to save her from freezing?

She was born in an era when family planning was being implemented to the letter.

How could anyone be willing to save her, an abandoned baby girl, to occupy the only spot?

Maybe, she would die on that coal ash slope, in a cradle-like bamboo basket.

Accompanying her will only be a small quilt, a piece of red cloth, and a basket.

In the end, it was taken away by the firewood collector.

does it worth?
Yu Feiwan looked at Yu Ping with soft and endearing eyes, who was pretending to be asleep but actually fell asleep, and her drifting thoughts came back little by little.

worth it.

No, there is so much worth or not worth in this world.

It’s more about wanting to, or not wanting to.

After praying for more than 1000 days and nights, she would have such a bizarre opportunity. How could she be willing to watch this opportunity slip through her fingers.

If she's not sure about the distant future, it's enough for her to take care of the present.

Yu Feiwan tightened his hand on Yu Ping's wrist, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and breathed slowly and steadily.

Seek benevolence and get benevolence, what is there to be hesitant about?

Yu Ping seemed to feel something, and moved towards Yu Feiwan, muttering unconsciously, making it difficult to hear clearly.

……

West hall.

Lin Haihong lay on his side, curled up into a ball and fell asleep, a small one.

The old lady carefully turned on the flashlight and pushed up Lin Haihong's sleeves. The mottled scars were like small snakes wrapped around Lin Haihong's skin. They varied in depth, old and new, and some were almost invisible.

The old lady's fingertips were trembling and her breathing was stagnant.

Then, he lifted up Qiu Yi and looked at Lin Haihong's back.

Even more shocking than the arm.

The slender scars are densely packed and intertwined into a large tree with lush branches.

The old lady felt out of breath, tremblingly pulled up Lin Haihong's autumn clothes, turned off the flashlight, and leaned against the wall without saying a word.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

She always felt that her eldest grandson, who had been pampered and cared for, was being beaten for many years.

If Fei Lao hadn't been reminded, she might have been kept in the dark like everyone else in the village.

(End of this chapter)