After dealing with Yang Yun's funeral, Yang Yun's parents went back, in the end it was their own grandson, Wei Dong's parents wanted to take Wei Yun back to raise, Wei Dong disagreed, Wei Dong's parents had to entrust Wei Yun to Wei Dong's landlord aunt to help take care of it, give ten yuan a month, and the old couple of condensed milk or something will send it regularly.

Why didn't he let his parents take Wei Yun away, because only when he saw Wei Yun could he be sure that he really loved someone, not his imagination, not his Nanke dream.

Wei Yun except for the sword eyebrows with him, his facial features are exactly the same as Yang Yun, Wei Dong wants to see this face, but he doesn't want to see it, because as soon as he sees Wei Yun, he remembers that Yang Yun died because he gave birth to Wei Yun.

It's all because of this stinky boy, he didn't even want to call Wei Yun's nickname, but called him directly: Wei Yun, you roll over for me, Wei Yun, you go and bring water to Lao Tzu, Wei Yun, you haven't cooked yet, you want to starve Lao Tzu to death.

Wei Yun is less than eight years old, but the little boy who is not even eight years old can do everything, laundry, cooking, and even the small vegetable garden in the yard let him take care of it very well.

Wei Yun lived with the landlord's grandmother until he was six years old, after the age of six, the landlord's grandmother died of illness, Wei Yun returned to his father to live, at the beginning, Wei Dong hurriedly took care of Wei Yun for a few days, a few days later, Wei Dong was annoyed, why should I serve this murderer who killed my wife? He taught Wei Yun how to cook and laundry hand-in-hand and became the shopkeeper after washing, Wei Yun didn't do it, he was hungry if he didn't do it, there were many times, for his little belly, Wei Yun finally learned to cook, Wei Dong is son does what he eats, even if it is not cooked, even if it is unpalatable, he eats it without saying a word.

It's not that three hundred and sixty-five days are not good for Wei Yun, when he is in a good mood, he will also be kind to Wei Yun, he will hold Wei Yun's small body, hold his little hand, teach him to write on the ground with a small wooden stick, and also write his name: Wei Yun.

Wei Yun is very busy, he doesn't have time to play with friends of the same age in the village, but if he doesn't play together, it doesn't mean that he doesn't know what happened in the village, he knows that Uncle Zhao has a beautiful sister at home, named Shi Ke, the sister speaks Mandarin like his grandparents, but it is better than what his grandparents said, Shi Ke's voice is coquettish, and his laughter is like a ringing little bell, a string of crisp ringing bells.

Wei Yun was so envious of the little friends in the village, he really wanted to play with everyone, and he also wanted to play games with his new sister, but ......, Wei Yun looked down at the vegetable basket, and then looked up at the sun that was about to rise overhead, "Alas! He sighed heavily, it was time to cook again.

Shi Ke has a new task, that is, to teach the two brothers to recite poems, to be a little teacher, Shi Keke was happy, she recalled how her mother taught her at that time, and then called the two brothers to stand in a row, and said in a serious manner: "The back of the little hand is good, the little mouth does not speak, come, read with me, go two or three miles." ”

"Poof." Yan Siqin sat not far away, couldn't help laughing, and quickly held back, pursing his lips to watch the three children read poetry.

Zhao Yu and Zhao Chen thought they were playing a new game, and followed with great interest: "Go two or three miles." ”

"Okay, there are four or five in the smoke village." Shi Ke continued.

"Okay, there are four or five in the smoke village." Zhao Yu and Zhao Chen followed along.

"Don't read it well, just think about the four or five families in Yan Village." Shi Ke solemnly corrected with his little hands behind his back.

"There are four or five smoke villages."

"Six or seven pavilions."

"Six or seven pavilions."

"Eighty or ninety flowers."

"Eighty or ninety flowers."

Shi Ke was very satisfied, she nodded, and explained: "Mom said, this poem contains one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten numbers. ”

After reciting it three times in a row, Zhao Yu couldn't stand still, he could stand for a while, this motionless old standing was not good, his little hands had long been gone, and he brought it to the front, picking out his ears and scratching his hair.

Shi Ke frowned and looked at Zhao Yu dissatisfied: "Big brother, can you carry it?" ”

"Yes, I'll do it the first time you read it." Zhao Yu scratched his scalp and said casually.

Shi Kecai didn't believe it, she had to memorize it many times before she could memorize it, and her eldest brother would memorize it once? She blinked her eyes and said, "Then you recite it and I'll listen to it." ”

"What's so hard about that, listen." Zhao Yu cleared his throat, put his little hand behind his back, and straightened his small waist: "Go to two or three miles." Then the flattering Shi Ke confirmed: "Right, sister? ”

Shi Ke nodded: "Well, then carry it." ”

What is the next sentence, Zhao Yu can't remember, what is my sister saying, including ten numbers, Zhao Yu thought about it: "Four, five or six homes, seven or eight or nine on the platform, ten big red flowers." ”

What the? "Hah! Ha! Ha! Zhao Chen and Shi Ke laughed together.

Yan Siqin was also laughing, tears of laughter came out, and she pointed at Zhao Yu: "A family can't play you anymore?" There are also four, five, or six homes. ”

After a few people laughed enough, Zhao Chen straightened up and said to his brother: "It's one to two or three miles, and there are four or five families in Yan Village." There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers. ”

"Little brother, you're so amazing." Shi Ke's eyes flashed in admiration, Shi Ke really admired it, and the little brother really knew how to memorize it after only three times, much smarter than her.

Yan Siqin also said: "You see that your younger brother can carry it several years younger than you, how did you do it, and you still need four, five or six families?" ”

was compared to his younger brother, and was laughed at by everyone, Zhao Yu was a little annoyed, he stomped his foot and said angrily: "I don't study anymore." After saying that, he turned around and ran out the door.

"Mother, look at the eldest brother!" Shi Ke was dissatisfied, and asked Yan Siqin to complain, but one of the only two students wanted to run, and she hadn't been a little teacher yet.

"Stop!" Before he could get to the door, Yan Siqin shouted: "You come back for me, it's almost time to eat, where are you going?" Then Yan Siqin slowed down his tone again: "You learn from your sister honestly, and your mother will give you three good food in a while." ”

There's something delicious! Zhao Yu paused, and was embarrassed to turn his head directly, pretending to be the little daughter-in-law who succumbed to her mother's obscenity, turned her little body aggrieved, and returned to stand still, with her little hand behind her back and said, "Sister, you can teach." ”

It's really motivating and motivated, Zhao Yu's little head is full of horsepower as if he had opened his mind, and the small motor is "da-da", after a while, "One to Two or Three Miles" is memorized, not to mention, and actively asks his sister to teach a new one.

At noon, Zhao Liangsheng carried a hoe to work, and before he got home, he heard Lang Lang's reading sound from the yard in the distance.

"Goose goose goose, song to the sky. The white hair floats in the green water, and the red anthurium plucks the clear waves. ”

Oops, what a rarity! Usually the two stinky boys in the family are not at home when they don't eat, except for playing all day long, they are crazy to play, where is the time to take the initiative to learn, he is thinking, Zhao Yu is exactly seven years old this year, and it is time to go to school, and he will send him to school in the autumn to give his little foal a set.

It must have been taught by Shi Ke, he heard Shi Ke read this poem when he was in the Public Security Bureau, and he was still a good girl, Zhao Liangsheng was proud in his heart, fortunately he took Shi Ke home at that time.

Zhao Liangsheng pushed open the door of the house, and saw three little people in the yard walking with a swaying duck, while still reading: "Song Xiang Xiang to the sky." ”

Hearing the sound of the door, Zhao Yu and Zhao Chen stopped playing, and rushed towards Zhao Liangsheng with joy.

Zhao Liangsheng hurriedly put the hoe aside, squatted down by himself, spread his arms, and took his two sons in his arms.

Shi Ke didn't move, a little stiffly put down the arm on top of her head that served as a goose neck, her eyes dimmed, and her smile slowly faded, she remembered that when she was at home, whenever her father came home, she was like this, and she pounced on her father like a forest.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her tears, and told herself in her heart: can't cry, dad and mother are not their own parents, adults hate crying children, if you keep crying, your father and mother will not like herself, she doesn't want to be that disgusting child.

"Dad, I can recite poems, my sister taught me, I'll recite them to you." Zhao Yu took the lead in showing off, he broke free from his father's embrace, stood still, put his little hands behind his back, and opened his mouth to read: "Go to two or three miles, four or five families in Yan Village." There are six or seven pavilions, eighty or ninety flowers. After Zhao Yu finished reading, he looked at his father triumphantly.

"Dad, I can also carry it, and I can carry it before my brother." Lest his father not believe it, Zhao Chen jumped down from Zhao Liangsheng's knees, and also put his little hands on his back, and "chirped" and memorized "One Go, Two or Three Miles", not to mention the newly learned "Song of the Goose", and did not forget to add the action plot just designed by the three of them when reciting "Song of the Goose".

Zhao Liangsheng was amused by Zhao Chen's "haha" and laughed, and said in a row: "Okay! Good! The father and son were immersed in the atmosphere of father and son, and for a while, they forgot about Shi Ke's existence.

Yan Siqin came out of the kitchen with the boiled dumplings, and saw Shi Ke standing lonely not far away, looking at the father and son with envy, and there were tears in those big eyes.

The kind-hearted Yan Siqin guessed that Shi Ke might have remembered his home again, Yan Siqin felt a little uncomfortable, she was reluctant, reluctant to let the child be unhappy, and glanced at the father and son with some disgust, and saw that the three of them were still immersed in it, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Wash your hands and eat, what time are you still playing?" ”

Putting down the plate, Yan Siqin went to Shi Ke's side first, she wanted to hug her and comfort her.

Shi Ke felt that his mother was coming, pretended to be blinded by the sand, and first raised the back of his hand and rubbed his eyes before raising his face: "Mother." She smiled: "The sand is blinding me." ”

There was not a hint of wind.

"Good." Yan Siqin felt that her nose was so sour, she picked up Shi Ke and pretended to blow on Shi Ke's eyes: "Mother blows it for you." Then let the little girl lie on her shoulders and gently pat her back.