I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 50 Meeting Madam Fu
As soon as school was over, Yu Ping took Yu Feiwan and ran towards the north end of the village secretly.

The north end of the village is close to the old mountain road. The further north you go, the more desolate the village becomes and the sparsely populated, with only a few scattered semi-collapsed small yards that have long been abandoned.

The ruins and overgrown weeds are silently attracting curious and playful children to explore.

Perhaps the people in the same grade as these courtyards have long since passed away and turned into a handful of loess.

To put it bluntly, this is really suitable for treasure hunting.

Yu Ping, who was running at a trot, suddenly stopped and put her little hand into her schoolbag.

"That's Grandma Fu's house."

Yu Ping pointed to the small courtyard not far away and said.

The earthen wall of the yard was about to collapse, and it was fenced in haphazardly.

It's not a brick house, it's an adobe house.

The yard is very big, with five or six rooms at a glance.

But most of them have lost their function of sheltering from wind and rain, and only one house in the corner is still standing.

It's not that the earthen house is particularly strong, but it's just the popularity that holds it up.

There is a saying in the village that an old house will collapse if it is occupied for a hundred years, but it will collapse if it is left unoccupied for five years.

There are three bare trees in the yard, which are desolate and dilapidated.

Only the curl of green smoke coming out of the chimney can prove that there are living people in this yard.

Yu Fei shivered suddenly at night.

This village was far poorer than she thought.

My mother’s family already has a better life than most other families.

Yu Feiwan looked at the mountain road not far away covered by weeds and trees. The barren mountain looked like a giant beast.

Fortunately, we came in the middle of the day. If it had been at night, she might have been scared to tears.

She is timid!
Come all come!

"anyone there?"

Yu Ping shouted at the top of her lungs.

It’s not that you don’t knock, it means that there is no door.

She was also afraid that the shaky fence would collapse if it swayed.

At that time, they will have to be detained to repair the fence.

In the corner, the tattered cotton curtain moved, and two figures appeared in the sight of Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping.

two?

"grandmother?"

"old lady?"

Yu Ping and Yu Feiwan blurted out.

"Run." Yu Ping said with a sad face, raising her chin towards Yu Feiwan.

Yu Feiwan grabbed Yu Ping who was running away.

run?
The old lady is not blind.

"Grandma." Yu Feiwan twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a sweet smile.

"Grandma Fu."

The fence gate opens from the inside.

"Two granddaughters?"

Mrs. Fu spoke very slowly and with great difficulty.

It's like being alone for too long and slowly losing the ability to speak.

The old lady nodded, "I'll have a chance to discuss this in detail another day."

Mrs. Fu nodded slowly, "Don't let the children in."

"I've lived in this yard for many years. It's unlucky."

Yu Feiwan secretly looked at Mrs. Fu.

The clothes were patched with large and small patches and wore many layers inside and out, but they didn't look sloppy.

His back is very hunched, he is thin and small, his hair is all white, his face is wrinkled, his cheekbones are protruding, and his cheeks are sunken. If he is not standing and talking, he looks more like a dead thing.

Silently withering and decaying in this dilapidated and desolate corner.

Perhaps, Mrs. Fu has not raised her head and spoken for so many years.

There was a slight hesitation hidden deep in the old lady's eyes.

She eats fast, chants Buddha's name and burns incense because she believes in these illusory and mysterious things.

As soon as she was old, it didn't matter.

But Pingping is still young. If she is really contaminated and has bad luck throughout her life, she will not be able to atone for her sins even if she dies.Yu Feiwan pursed his lips. In that world, there were wars, natural disasters, and man-made disasters. Countless people died, including the whole family.

As for being unlucky?
The former large courtyard of Mrs. Fu's house is now occupied by others, and her life is prosperous.

In terms of unluckyness, which one is unlucky is the yard where a lot of people died or the yard where Mrs. Fu has lived for many years?
There is so much unlucky thing in this world.

What's more terrifying than being unlucky is the sinister nature of people's hearts.

My mother had no contact with Mrs. Fu in her previous life, but the family was still broken up, so she was left alone.

When the old lady hesitated, the strap of Yu Ping's weathered schoolbag broke, and the schoolbag hit the ground heavily, exposing the big blue brick to everyone's sight.

old lady:!?(_;?
Whose family does this shameful thing belong to?

This granddaughter looks nothing like her.

Yu Ping bent down, stuffed the things into her schoolbag again, and held them in her arms.

"Do you want more bricks?"

The corners of the old lady's mouth twitched slightly.

Yu Ping nodded as if she were holding a treasure.

Her mother would notice the things in the yard, let alone a good brick or even a piece of firewood.

"How did you find it here?"

The old lady was about to come out on crutches.

Yu Feiwan moved more quickly and jumped into the yard.

Looking carefully at the yard, in the desolation, the smoke of fireworks has never been extinguished.

Nails were driven into the wall that did not collapse, and strings of corn and dried chili peppers hung on the nails. They were yellow and red, adding bright color to the small courtyard.

The finishing touch.

It's corn and chili pepper, and it's also a symbol of Mrs. Fu's life.

Mrs. Fu opened her mouth quickly, but she couldn't make a sound because of her anxiety. She waved her hands, but she didn't dare to touch Yu Feiwan.

The old lady blinked, the immortals have come in, what are you afraid of!
"You come in too."

The old lady glanced at Yu Ping.

Mrs. Fu's eyes widened, she shook her head, and finally said in her dry voice, "You can't come in, it's unlucky, it's unlucky, it's not good for the child."

Mrs. Fu's anxious eyes filled with tears.

She herself is a sinner, Kofuko.

The old lady stepped forward and patted Mrs. Fu's hand, "It's okay."

Mrs. Fu stood stiffly on the spot, confused and panicked.

Yu Ping is very big-hearted. With her family here, she is no longer afraid.

"Grandma Fu, thank you."

Holding her heavy schoolbag, Yu Ping bowed imperfectly.

Yu Feiwan also followed suit.

Those few hundred yuan may be all Mrs. Fu's savings over the years.

Mrs. Fu took a few steps back and didn't answer. She just looked at the old lady as if asking for help.

The cold wind hit, and the old lady shivered, "Let's go inside and talk."

Mrs. Fu didn't want to, but she still couldn't resist the old lady.

The house was small and shabby. The pots and pans on the table were shabby and nicked, but they were all clean.

Because it was in a corner, the room was dark even at noon.

"It's not your fault what happened back then."

"Girl Fei Wan said, you are also a pitiful person."

Hearing this, Mrs. Fu had doubts in her eyes.

Pitiful?
Not pitiful.

"I'm a sinner." Mrs. Fu's voice was dry and she kept rubbing her hands, trying to relieve her panic and tension.

Yu Ping was attracted by the neat red scarf tied in front of the window.

Bright and clean.

Neater than in her hands.

At first glance, it looks like a little red lantern hanging under the window.

Festive and lively.

Yu Ping lowered her head and chuckled. She didn't plan to take the red scarf back.

(End of this chapter)