I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 6 The Mysterious Old Lady

"Teacher, teacher, I'm done."

Yu Ping happily raised her little hands, jumped to the edge of the podium, held a small book in both hands and handed it to the teacher, her big round eyes turned into small crescents.

Every little check mark makes Yu Ping as sweet as honey.

The teacher's generous praise greatly increased Yu Ping's self-confidence.

Mathematics doesn’t seem to be that annoying.

This was the first time she had not been detained in math class.

Yu Ping carried the small cloth bag and stuffed the books into it. Then she reacted suddenly and quickly took out the Chinese books, holding them gently and leaving the classroom.

Xuexian said, it will hurt.

On the way home, Yu Ping chattered all the way, and Yu Feiwan listened patiently.

"Xue Xian, do you have a name?"

"Yes, Fei Wan, Yu Fei Wan."

Dongyu is gone, Sangyu is not too late.

This name is very appropriate nowadays.

Yu Ping exclaimed, "Your surname is Yu, are you my ancestor who won the top prize?"

Yu Feiwan: She is so awesome.

Were there any female champions in ancient times?She didn't know.

Yu Feiwan was vague, but Yu Ping became more and more certain, and even threatened to go to the ancestral graves and kowtow a few more times during Tomb Sweeping Day next year.

While Yu Feiwan was distracted, the familiar blue brick house came into view.

Through the courtyard wall, you can hear the barking of dogs accompanied by howling.

Yu Ping was anxious and trotted open the wooden door of the west hall.

"grandmother."

The two large rooms were divided into two, with a stove in the center, and half of it was decorated as a Buddhist hall, with various statues of gods and Buddhas attached, and the incense in several incense burners had not yet been burned out.

In front of the incense table and the Buddhist altar, there are two large futons. On the futons, an old man over seventy years old is kneeling, with a solemn expression.

On the bed beside him, Yu Peng was crying and holding a handful of broken incense in his hand.

Zhang Yingying

A name appeared above the old man's head.

Ying, jade light also.

Yu Ping was coaxing Yu Peng, who was crying, while Yu Feiwan was looking at this grandma whom he had never heard of.

Well, she is an exquisite old lady.

Even though the clothes were washed and turned white, they were still clean, with very few wrinkles.

Her hair was carefully pulled up and firmly fixed with a hairpin.

In the back, there is education and elegance engraved in the bones.

After reciting the sutra in a leisurely manner, the old lady kowtowed again and then slowly stood up.

He was obviously an old man over seventy years old, with wrinkles on his face and sunken cheeks, but Yu Feiwan could just imagine the beauty of a twenty-nine-year-old girl holding flowers and smiling in the spring.

At this moment, Yu Feiwan truly realized what it means to never lose beauty over time.

Some people's elegance and temperament are like fine wine, which become more mellow as time goes by.

The old lady got up, washed her hands carefully in the enamel basin, wiped them clean, and took out the dishes and chopsticks from the small cabinet on the side. There was tumbling rice in the iron pot on the stove.

Every step seemed to have been carefully measured with a ruler.

Yu Peng was still sobbing and complained to Yu Ping in a low voice, "Grandma doesn't give me candy, grandma ignores me, grandma doesn't let me go out..."

In just one morning, there seemed to be endless complaints.

Yu Ping was also afraid of her grandmother and did not dare to say anything.

Who can not be afraid of this majestic old lady?

"After making the complaint, let's eat."

The old lady's voice was calm and quiet, just like the white plum blossoms blooming quietly in the snow.If you don’t listen carefully, you won’t seem to notice your emotions.
Yu Ping looked at each other with her younger brother who was still sobbing, and then at her expressionless grandma, and finally chose to listen to her.

Grandma’s crutches still hurt when I hit someone.

Before, she and her brother ate candies given by the old widower at the head of the village. Her grandmother beat her and her brother severely with a cane. Her parents didn't stop them. The old widower was beaten even worse.

The end of the matter is that grandma changed to a stronger crutch.

Yu Feiwan laughed. This well-behaved look was completely different from yesterday when he was digging sweet potatoes in the fire.

Rice, very simple.

Fried yellow millet is cooked with noodles, and each person also has a small thick noodle steamed bun.

The naughty and lively siblings did not dare to express their anger and swallowed it whole.

It wasn't until she left the west hall that Yu Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Grandma is the person she fears the most.

"It's not too late, it's not too late."

"Feiwan, here you go."

Yu Ping took out the thick steamed bun that she had suddenly hidden from her sleeve.

"You will be in pain and you will definitely be hungry."

Yu Feiwan's heart was beating loudly. He timidly took the steamed bun and swallowed it in small sips.

It's just a thick steamed bun, but it has a refreshing sweetness.

"Pingping, do you know your grandma's past?" Yu Feiwan was possessed by the Bagua Jingjing.

Yu Ping held her chin and tilted her little head, her cuteness was like soft clouds. "I heard from my mother that my grandma is a pretty girl."

"Grandma doesn't like mom, and mom doesn't like grandma."

"When we were little, the two of them never got along with each other."

"Grandma prefers uncle's family."

"If Fei Wan wants to know, I'll ask you after my mother comes back from work tonight."

Yu Feiwan thought, Miss Jiao?

She believes!

People who have their own rules for walking, sitting, and lying down are indeed like those who have been raised by a wealthy family.

After years of war and turmoil, the rules engraved in our bones have never been erased.

"It's not too late. I was praised for my arithmetic class today. Do you feel that you can live longer?"

Yu Ping's crisp voice was full of expectation, a bit like the wagging tail of Huang in her family. She was wrapping Chinese books in newspapers while waiting for confirmation.

Yu Feiwan pursed his lips and chuckled, "That's for sure."

"With Pingping here, I will be the happiest fairy in the world."

Yu Ping carefully pressed the wrapped Chinese book under the mattress, and then heard a crisp click of the door opening.

Yu Shuishan, who was supposed to be working in the soy sauce workshop, looked pale, covered his stomach with one hand, bent down and pushed the door open.

Yu Ping trotted forward and stretched out her hand to support, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Feiwan snorted and followed closely, his heart suddenly sank as he was extremely excited.

Yu Shuishan raised his hand and rubbed Yu Ping's little head, pretending to be relaxed, "It's okay, maybe it's because of too much strength, or maybe because of a bad stomach."

"Dad, just take a rest. Don't be afraid."

Yu Feiwan was trembling, silently mouthing, "Go to the hospital, go to the hospital."

It turns out that there were signs of grandpa’s illness so early?
She remembered that in her mother's account, her grandfather was sick and would vomit blood for no apparent reason and could not stop it.

He borrowed money here and there, sold things, and even kowtowed to beg for help to raise enough money for the surgery.

After the operation, in order to help pay off the debt, she dropped out of school at the age of seventeen or eighteen and went to work with a group of grown men in a cement factory in the town, loading scraps and competing for work with the men.

An operation, a warm little home with no shortage of food and clothing, and borrowing money from everywhere.

My mother was in tears more than once. Poor people cannot afford to get sick.

(End of this chapter)