Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Yan Xi has never made a sound since she ran out with her medicine box in her arms since she was a child.

Just stood there motionless.

It wasn't until a "OK" came from my ear that I came back to my senses.

The wound on the back of the hand has been treated with medicine and wrapped with a bandage.

It was Fu Yanchi, the sick man, who helped him deal with it himself.

Surrounded by many people, in the cool temperature of late autumn, he could easily feel the heat radiating from their bodies.

They are obviously unfamiliar, but the concern in their eyes, words, and actions is so natural.

Naturally, it made him feel uncomfortable.

"Flying over in the afternoon? Sit down and drink a glass of water to rest, and you can eat later."

The woman's warm and cool voice sounded beside her.

Yan Xi raised her eyes, a water glass was stuffed in her hand, and the woman put a small stool at his feet.

On one side, when the woman mentioned the word "eating", the old woman in an apron slapped her thigh, dragged the uncle and hurried to the stove, "Oh, it's broken, the vegetables are still burning in my pot, it's too late Already!"

"My braised pork! Aunt Zhang, I'm going to make a fuss. You turn over the dishes first. If it gets burnt, I'll have to eat pickles tonight!" Pot braised pork.

The old man raised his voice in the yard and made sarcastic remarks, gloating, "Why can I only eat pickled vegetables? The freshly washed vegetables by Yueyue and Ah Chi are not vegetables? Fresh and juicy cabbages!"

Fu Yanchi, "It doesn't seem like I've ever given you meat, so it's a joke to be so greedy?"

In the kitchen, Uncle Gui's voice came straight, "Old Fu, Mr. Fu, I am in charge of the fire."

The two people in the courtyard immediately restrained themselves, lowered their voices and whispered to their ears.

"I can't offend you for the time being. I haven't cooked my braised fish yet. He's getting angry. I'm sure my fish will be muddled."

"Uncle Gui can kill you with this trick, so bear with it first, and settle the score with him after eating."

"Well, for a gentleman to take revenge, it's never too late for a meal."

Yan Xi raised her eyes, looked at the giggling little baby squatting in front of him, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

So grandparents and grandchildren are not afraid of teaching bad children?

"Uncle, did you come here by plane?" Wa'er tilted her head, curious and worried, "Is it because you lost a fight? Have you been bullied?"

Yan Xi straightened her back, sneered and raised her voice, "I will lose in a fight? Have you never seen—"

"But you were held down by Uncle Agui just now."

"..."

Yan Xi suspects that this little cub is more than four years old.

It is impossible for a four-year-old doll to speak heart-to-heart.

Fu Yanchi was in a good mood, and he didn't hesitate to answer her daughter's questions, "Uncle Agui has won the Sanda championship, and he used to be nicknamed the King of Capture when he was in the army. He can hit ten embroidered pillows like your uncle's."

Qiqi, "Wow!"

After wowing, Wa'er quietly asked the little Dandan, "Dandan, what is a Sanda champion and what is a capture king?"

The little egg man shrank lazily in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Ask your father directly."

"But if I ask, it will appear that I don't understand anything, and my father and the others will treat me like a baby."

"You were just a little doll."

"I want to grow up quickly."

"Then ask your dad to pull you up after you get up every day, and you will grow up soon."

"..." Qiqi's face darkened.

Does Eggy think she is a fool?

A four-year-old doll also knows that people can't stand tall!

After teasing the little doll, the sound disappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter how busy it is outside, the little egg man is not affected in the slightest.

This time is so happy.

With Erlang's legs crossed, counting five colored energy balls in front of him, the little egg man grinned to the sky.

During the day when Yanhuai's family came to Taoxi Village, he earned three energy balls, and the energy that flew in after that was endless.

Up to now, I have saved five, and with half of them, the energy task can be completed.

It just needs to wait patiently until 1992, let Song Yueliang survive the catastrophe, and then help Fu Yanchi fulfill his long-cherished wish, and then he can go home.

Two years, it can afford to wait!

The little egg man shook his legs, thinking that the next time it rained and thundered, he would do something to let Lei Peng go home and visit his relatives.

Perfect.

...

After dinner, the whole family sat in the yard, chatting nonsense in the dark.

In the main room, the women, women, women and carrot heads gathered together, discussing loudly and laughing loudly.

Some villagers like to join in the fun, instead of watching TV, they sit in the courtyard with stools and join in the chatting team.

In short, it's just a word of trouble.

Very noisy.

This kind of scene can't be seen in the bustling capital. The excitement of chatting with each other only appears at various receptions and banquets, but those are not called small talk, they are called entertainment.

Yanxi snatched a bamboo chair, placed herself in the hustle and bustle of the small mountain village, savored the comfort, and felt a sense of reluctance to miss Sichuan.

On the reclining chair next to him was Fu Yanchi, who was sick, holding his mobile phone and dialing the number.

"Hey, Dad, it's me. Yanxi ran away from home, right? I'm here."

The opening remark made Yan Xi jump up immediately, reaching out to grab the phone, but froze when she heard the man's next words.

"Let him stay here for a while, relax, he must have been wronged."

"You don't know what kind of temper your own son has? What kind of bad things can an idiot who looks at the old vegetable farmers selling vegetables pitifully and goes shopping for vegetables with a steel coin that has been saved for a year?"

"Tell Aunt Meng so she won't worry. Well, that's it, don't talk to him, he doesn't want to listen to what you say."

Yan Xi maintained her fluttering posture, "..."

He looked down at the man who had just hung up the phone, and paused every word, "Who are you calling stupid?"

"Ah, did you hear that?"

"..." If he strangled Fu Yanchi to death now, would Uncle Gui jump him?

If not, he would love to try it!

That's it, how can he treat him as a brother? Grass!

The young man lay back on the bamboo chair angrily, closed his eyes and stopped talking, and made a gesture of refusing to talk.

The night was covered, and no one saw the young man with his eyes closed, with a tail of red quietly overflowing from the end of his eyes.

It is the grievance that can be vented only after someone cares about and cares after being injured.

Qiqi nestled in her mother-in-law's arms, tilting her head to watch the scene.

Little children always have countless curiosity, "Mother-in-law, uncle doesn't really hate daddy, does he? Then why does he always talk to daddy so fiercely?"

"Because your uncle and father are boys." Zhang Xifeng said with a smile.

"What happened to the boy?"

"Boy, you have a bad temper."

"Everyone's way of getting along is different. Some people are straightforward, while others are indirect." Song Yueliang added, "People like Taoxi Village are mostly straightforward and say what they have, so they can be seen at a glance. As for your father and uncle, they are more circuitous, and they have to turn corners in what they say and do. If they are awkward, it is easy to cause misunderstandings. Different living environments have different personalities."

"Is the mother straightforward or roundabout?" Wa'er asked again.

Song Yueliang paused, and subconsciously looked towards Fu Yanchi, and it happened that the man was also looking over.

The four eyes met, and the man seized the opportunity to cast a wink.

Song Yueliang withdrew her eyes lightly, "Mom's temperament is somewhere in between, she is straightforward with straightforward people, and circuitous with circuitous ones."

After a distance, Fu Yanchi couldn't hear what the mother and daughter were saying.

But my neck feels a little chilly.

As if someone was going to stab him.