Time Space: The Rough Man’s Sick Beauty Turned Wild

upstairs

As soon as they entered the house, Shen Zhihuan, Su Lili, and Zhou Xiuqiao went to the kitchen.

The two little girls, Da Ya and Er Ya, sat on the small bench outside the kitchen door and helped choose vegetables.

The men were chatting in the living room about current events and recent political trends.

The little guy couldn't get used to being in the house and soon started making noises to go out.

Sun Sijun and Zhang Fengxia were not willing to wrong the little guy, so they immediately took the little guy downstairs.

Shen Weidong and Su Qiping, two and a half young men, were not interested at all in what the men were talking about. Seeing that the little guy was going to play downstairs, they immediately followed him.

The courtyard of the Cotton Mill is really quite big, with seven or eight tall and short buildings in total.

There is also a large area of ​​single-family houses at the far edge, which look like they should be the welfare houses of the directors and directors of the cotton spinning factory.

At this time of year, the weather is pleasant, and the bunches of red in the flower bed are blooming festively. From a distance, it looks bright red, just like the red clouds on the other side.

From time to time, a few butterflies shuttle through it.

It made the little guy chase and jump.

After a while, the little guy was sweating all over his forehead.

Worried that her little grandson was too hot, Zhang Fengxia hurriedly took off the little boy's coat.

Shen Weidong and Su Qiping didn't fare much better. After running wildly for a while, they both looked like they were fished out of the water.

The children in the family courtyard saw them having fun and joined in.

Because it was Sunday, the children were all at home, and there were no messy interest classes these days. In just half an hour, the small group of three people had grown several times.

The children have also changed from catching butterflies to eagles catching chicks.

Because the little guy was too young to keep up with the older kids, he could only stand aside and cheer Su Qiping and Shen Weidong on.

"Little uncle, run faster, the eagle is coming to catch you."

"Brother, the eagle is coming. Run."

"Uncle, run quickly, run quickly..."

…

The old men could hear the little one's milky voice upstairs.

Through the window, they saw their sweetheart standing alone and watching, and the old men immediately gave up.

A few minutes later, in the family courtyard of the cotton spinning factory, several old men whose necks were almost buried in dirt were seen playing eagle and catching chicks while holding a little boy who was one year and two months old.

"Grandpa Chu, run faster, Grandpa Chu is coming to catch us, cluck, cluck..."

"Hahahaha, Grandpa, Grandpa Chu is here."

"Cackle, cluck..."

"grandfather…"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

…

The little guy's joyful laughter can be heard in every corner of the family's courtyard.

Because it was noon and it was Sunday, there were a lot of people coming and going in the family home.

But in the blink of an eye, everyone in the family home knew that several old men were playing eagle and chicken with a little guy.

In the corner, a group of seven aunts and eight aunts who were choosing vegetables were talking quietly.

"I don't know how Shen Zhilan has the nerve to say that Mr. Shen loves her Yang Ming the most?!"

"Bragging!"

"My sister-in-law's maternal sister-in-law's cousin's brother-in-law and Shen Zhimei's little sister live on the same street. Everyone in that neighborhood doesn't know that the one Mr. Shen loves the most is Shen Zhimei's little sister."

A middle-aged woman glanced at the old men not far away who were having fun with the little ones, and then continued: "My sister-in-law's maiden sister-in-law's cousin's brother-in-law's brother-in-law said..."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman looked around warily.

"That little girl Shen Zhimei bought several yards on their street, and several old men also live in that area."

"Didn't Shen Zhilan say that Mr. Shen lives in the compound?" Someone expressed doubts. "Fart!" the middle-aged woman curled her lips.

"My sister-in-law's sister-in-law's cousin's brother-in-law said that since the little sister Shen Zhimei bought a yard on their street more than two years ago, Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu have moved in with her. "

"It seems that Shen Zhilan really doesn't have a word of truth in his mouth!" Someone clicked his tongue twice.

…

When Shen Zhihuan came downstairs to ask everyone to eat, the old men were all sweating.

The little guy hugged Mr. Zhao's neck and chuckled.

Seeing Shen Zhihuan coming, the little guy happily raised his arms and rushed towards her.

"Mom, my great-grandpa, great-grandpa Chu, great-grandpa, grandpa and I were playing eagle and catching chickens." The little guy's sweet voice was full of joy.

"Is it fun?" Shen Zhihuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from the little guy's forehead.

"Fun!" The little guy nodded heavily.

His cheerful smile made everyone laugh.

When Shen Weidong and Su Qiping saw this, they also withdrew from the team of eagles catching chicks.

"Third sister!"

"Second aunt!"

"Look at how sweaty you two are, why don't you go back and wash yourself off." Shen Zhi looked at the two of them with a smile, both of them looking as dirty as kittens.

"Yeah!" The two and a half young men nodded in unison and ran upstairs quickly.

Shen Zhihuan just turned around and was about to call the old man upstairs for dinner.

Shen Zhilan came back holding Yang Ming, whose forehead was still wrapped with gauze.

Because Shen Zhihuan was holding the little one and was standing near the door, Shen Zhilan saw Shen Zhihuan mother and son as soon as she came in.

She frowned subconsciously.

There's nothing good about intuition.

When the seven aunts and eight aunts who were choosing vegetables nearby saw this scene, their eyes suddenly lit up with the fire of gossip.

after all…

What you hear from others is not as true as what you see with your own eyes.

As the old saying goes, hearing is false, seeing is believing.

In fact, what they don't know is that sometimes what they see with their eyes may not be true.

Naturally, Shen Zhihuan did not miss the disgust and jealousy in Shen Zhilan's eyes, so why didn't she!

She turned her head, ignoring Shen Zhilan's fire-breathing eyes, and looked at the people standing under the big tree nearby, "Grandpa, godfather, grandpa, grandma, parents are having dinner."

Mr. Shen clapped his hands at the little guy and said, "Come on, darling, let's go have dinner with Grandpa."

The little guy raised his arms and rushed forward in cooperation.

"What do you want to eat for lunch, great grandpa?" Mr. Shen carried the child to the stairs, completely ignoring Shen Zhilan and her son standing at the door.

"Tomato beef meatballs!" the little guy said immediately.

"Did you make tomato beef meatballs for lunch?" Mr. Shen turned to look at Shen Zhihuan.

"I've done it, I've done it. Do you dare not make me what your family wants to eat?" Shen Zhihuan pretended to be dissatisfied.

"It's good to know!" Mr. Shen replied with a smile.

"Grandpa, look at my grandpa. Ever since he had this little guy, he has never paid attention to me, his little granddaughter." Shen Zhihuan complained.

"It's good to know!" Mr. Chu chuckled and trotted to keep up with Mr. Shen.

"Grandpa..." Shen Zhihuan then looked for foreign aid.

"Huan Bao, accept the reality. You have completely fallen out of favor." Mr. Zhao grinned with a look of gloating on his face.

"grandmother…"

"Huan Bao, accept your fate!" Sun Sijun gently patted Shen Zhihuan on the shoulder. (End of chapter)