I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 95 Blessing
Lin Haihong was at a loss and rubbed Yu Shuishan's hand a few times in a daze.

Even the hard calluses on his palms only made him feel warm and at ease.

Is he healed?
Is he finally a normal person?
He once had the courage to mention this problem to his mother, but in return he was beaten severely.

His mother said he was pretending to be ill, that he had lied at a young age, and that if she had known he was so careless, she should have drowned him when he was born.

From then on, he kept this matter deep in his heart.

Even though his strange symptoms were getting worse.

It's finally all right.

Lin Haihong had a relieved and happy smile on his lips, but tears welled up in his eyes.

After hurriedly wiping away his tears with his sleeves, Lin Haihong raised his head and smiled particularly brightly.

"You continue to study, and when you are tired of studying, go out and get some fresh air."

"In a while, your grandma and I will go to Mrs. Fu's house to deliver some New Year's goods."

Yu Shuishan was filled with gratitude towards the mother-in-law.

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow.

Mrs. Fu has no fixed income, so she cultivates one-third of an acre of land by herself. From time to time she goes to the mountains to pick some wild fruits, and she is alone.

To be able to lend him his life-saving kindness without hesitation, he must know how to reciprocate the favor.

Mrs. Fu?
Yu Feiwan thought of the red scarf tied in front of the window.

I hope Mrs. Fu can figure it out, get rid of decades of self-disgust, and live the rest of her life with peace of mind.

"Dad, you can discuss with grandma and mom, let's take grandma to our house on New Year's Eve to have New Year's Eve dinner and dumplings to stay vigil for the New Year."

"Grandma Fu is alone and miserable."

"That area is all deserted. It's too deserted during the Chinese New Year."

"Mother Fu is so thin and small, she just has an extra pair of chopsticks."

Mrs. Fu has no bad intentions, she is a kind-hearted and a bit stubborn and pitiful little old lady.

It is natural law that good people should be rewarded with good things.

Yu Shuishan thought for a moment, frowned and said, "That's okay."

"Then I'll go discuss it with your grandma."

"The main reason is that I'm worried that Mrs. Fu may not be willing to come."

"She is probably afraid that her reputation will harm our family."

It is very possible that Yu Fei spoke late.

In the village, word of mouth spread that Mrs. Fu was a broom star and a murderer, with bad luck all over her body, and whoever got it would be unlucky.

The closer Mrs. Fu gets to the old lady, the more she will think about her.

People's words are terrible, and three people become tigers.

It's because she didn't think carefully.

"Ask first."

To be honest, Yu Feiwan no longer had much hope.

Yu Shuishan smiled faintly, "Children, don't always think too much and sigh."

"I'll try it with your grandma first."

After a while, the old lady and Yu Shuishan went out carrying a small bamboo basket.

"Feiwan, will Grandma Fu come?" There was a little expectation in Yu Ping's voice.

Yu Feiwan shook his head, "Even if you don't come, Grandma Fu will have a new look in the new year."

Mrs. Fu's life was miserable and weak.

But she always felt that Mrs. Fu's seemingly dry spring-like inner water was particularly there.

However, there was too much malice and prejudice in this world, and her self-awareness was buried like a candle in the wind.

As long as someone is willing to block those strong winds, even for a moment, the candlelight can burst out with its original light.

It doesn't matter whether we can have New Year's Eve dinner together, or what outsiders say. What matters is whether Mrs. Fu can keep the light of self-awareness alive.

When light is immortal, there is new life.

"Cousin, is Grandma Fu a good person?"

Lin Haihong suddenly spoke up.

Everything he knew about his mother-in-law came from what the old lady said a few days ago.

Yu Feiwan blinked, trying to find the most appropriate answer, "Then do you think Mrs. Xianglin is hateful and scary?"

Yu Feiwan did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.She always felt that Mrs. Fu had some qualities similar to Mrs. Xianglin's.

Yu Ping may not have been exposed to Mr. Lu Xun's works, but Lin Haihong, who is always learning ahead of time, must have read "Blessings".

Similar or similar, Mrs. Fu will not be the second Mrs. Xianglin.

"Hateful and terrible?" Lin Haihong shook his head, "I can only say it is sad and pitiful."

"She has never had a choice. Life is like duckweed, and the world is like a mountain."

"It's never Mrs. Xianglin who is unlucky."

"Cousin, I understand."

No need for Yu Feiwan to say more, Lin Haihong already had the answer.

Only Yu Yuping blinked her big clear eyes, "Who is Mrs. Xianglin?"

Yu Feiwan pursed his lips, Pingping, a young man who didn't know how to feel sad, was so nice.

"When you finish writing silently, I will tell you the story of Mrs. Xianglin."

Yu Ping nodded repeatedly, picked up the pencil, and continued writing silently.

Yu Feiwan's voice was slow and he told Yu Ping the story of Mrs. Xianglin.

"died?"

"Died at the end of the year?" Yu Ping's eyes widened.

The story told by Yu Feiwan is far less detailed than the original text.

She simply connected Mrs. Xianglin's pitiful, ignorant and helpless experiences into one thread.

"Why did that Mother Liu want to scare Sister Xianglin?"

"Why does that master dislike Sister Xianglin so much?"

"Why is it called a blessing for such a tragic story?"

Yu Ping burst into tears and kept asking questions.

Yu Feiwan raised his eyebrows, "The soft-hearted Mr. Lu Xun may want to wish that there would be fewer similar tragedies in this world. He hopes that the dark clouds of feudalism will be dispersed by the sunshine, and wishes that more people can have a good future."

"Don't drop the little pearls."

"The grand scene of expectation in the blessing will come."

Yu Ping panicked and grabbed Yu Feiwan's wrist, "Feiwan, why don't we take Grandma Fu home to celebrate the New Year."

"Every family is reunited during the Chinese New Year, setting off firecrackers and laughing. Will Mrs. Fu be confused for a moment?"

Yu Feiwan smiled, "No."

The small room was dark, damp and cramped, but it was neatly cleaned and tidied by Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu never thought of giving up on herself.

Yu Ping was doubtful and sighed quietly.

Lin Haihong closed his eyes slightly, and thousands of thoughts seemed to surge into his mind in an instant.

My uncle's family are all good people.

It would be great if his parents could live in harmony with his uncle's family.

They were obviously the closest people to each other in the world, but they ended up in such a quarrel that they would rather die than interact with each other.

"I'm sleepy."

"You continue to study, I'm going to sleep on the new soft mattress."

Yu Feiwan yawned, "Now it's your turn to tell me a story."

"I want to listen to a story to sleep."

I woke up so early in the morning and didn't even have time to take a nap at noon.

Her small body couldn't hold on any longer.

One thing to say, the new mattress is really comfortable.

"Cousin, do you like math?"

Yu Feiwan "I don't like it!"

without hesitation.

Mathematics was her lifelong enemy.

After Yu Feiwan finished speaking, Lin Haihong started talking seriously about the quadratic function in junior high school mathematics.

Yu Feiwan:!?(_;?
Is this determined to give people nightmares?
(End of this chapter)