Eighty-eight words,

In a small village, a family was unusually quiet at this time. A middle-aged man walked back and forth in the courtyard, frowning, looking very anxious from time to time in the room.

The man was dressed in coarse cloth, his face was wrinkled, and the long years of exertion made him look like he was in his fifties.

Ahhhh The man's footsteps stopped with the crying, a smile quickly appeared on his anxious face, and the whole person ran quickly towards the room, and while running, a wow, wow, wow,

This man's name is Wang Shi, and he is a mute man, and his ancestors have lived in Crescent Village. Wang Shi is also a poor man, he is only in his thirties, and he has just married a wife.

The wife is a woman who has been displaced from the outside to the village. When Wang Shi first saw her, he was also taken aback by her appearance, and her snow-white face was full of large and small scars.

Dying, lying motionless on the side of the road, as if dead. Wang Shi saw that the woman was pitiful, so he took her back to his home and took care of her.

With this rescue, the woman never left, and over time, just like the plot in the story, the two walked together naturally.

On the day of the wedding, Wang Shi smiled very happily, this was the first time in his life that he was so happy. The people in the village have blessings, and of course there are also those who talk behind their backs.

For example, why did a woman with twisted skin and body end up here. Why is there a scar on my face?

Wang Shi also knew that the people in the village were talking about his wife, but he didn't care, and even thought that it was his blessing to be able to marry such a virtuous and gentle woman.

Today is the day when Wang Shi's wife is pregnant for ten months and wants to give birth to little Wang Shi, so there will be the beginning of this scene.

Wang Shi ran to the room quickly, only to see his wife, leaning on the head of the bed, holding a palm-sized baby in her arms. The midwife on the side, standing by the bed, saw Wang Shi come in, and immediately greeted him with a smile, "Old Wangtou, congratulations! It's a boy." As he spoke, he kept rubbing his hands together.

In Crescent Village, there is a custom that every family has a child and must give the midwife a little money. No more, no less, just ten copper coins, and there is no special meaning, just for a happy moment, meaning to be perfect.

Seeing the midwife like this, Wang Shi couldn't help but reach out and pat his head, with a simple smile, made a few gestures in his hand, and a few wow-wow-wows came out of his mouth, and his right hand stretched out to his arms and groped for a while, and then took out ten very worn-out copper coins and handed them to the midwife.

The midwife did not dislike it, she lived in the same village, she also knew the difficulties of Wang Shi's family, stretched out her hands, took the ten copper coins handed by Wang Shi, put them in her arms, and then said congratulations, and left.

As soon as the midwife walked out of the door, Wang Shi walked quickly to the bed, didn't do anything, just stood like this, the boss with the corners of his mouth cracked, and smiled innocently.

When Wang Shi's wife saw Wang Shizhi's appearance, she couldn't help but laugh softly, "Xianggong, you also hug our children!"

As soon as Wang Shi heard his wife say this, he hurriedly rubbed his hands on his clothes, and then trembling and took the child in his wife's arms.

The baby's hair is thin, and there is a lotus flower mark on his forehead, which adds a bit of cuteness.

Looking at the child in his arms, Wang Shi's heart welled up with satisfaction, but he was not a person who was good at expressing himself, so he could only turn his happiness into laughter.

Ah, ah, ah, the baby cried, and an object like a column of water shot into Wang Shi's face, pouring him all over his face.

Pee!!!!!!

Puff Wang Shi's wife covered her mouth and snickered, her every move showed a different temperament from the people in the village.

"Hehehe" Wang Shi saw that his wife was laughing, but he was not annoyed, holding the child in one hand, and scratching his head while reaching out, the whole person couldn't stop smirking.

Wang Shi's wife looked at her child and the most important man in her life in front of her, with a happy smile on her face!

"Xianggong, what is the name of our child?"

When Wang Shi heard his wife's words, he stood in place and was stunned, and after a while, a smile appeared on his face, walked to his wife's side, and handed the child to his wife to hold. But he lowered his head, scanned the room for a while, picked up a branch in the corner, and wrote on the ground with a whoosh.

Harry!!!!!

"Wang Wu" said to his wife, and then shook her head and said, "It's not good, it's not good, the name Wang Wu is indecent. 〞

Suddenly, Wang Shi's wife's eyes lit up, and she seemed to think of something, "How about Wang Wu, the pronunciation is different?"

As soon as Wang Shi heard his wife's words, he immediately nodded in agreement, for him, his wife is stronger than him, and his wife is a cultural person!

Time flies, Wang Wu is five years old, and it has been five years since he was born in this world. On this day, Wang Wuyu was in the village, playing with children of the same age.

One of the children took out a fist-sized hawthorn fruit from his bosom and took a bite with a proud face, "You see, this is what my father bought for me when he went to town two days ago, and it is sweet and delicious. After speaking, looking at the envy on everyone's faces, he smiled very happily.

King Gollum swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and although he looked envious, he didn't say anything.

In the evening, Wang Wu had enough fun, ran home, saw that his father had just returned from the field, thought of the day's events, trotted, ran to the king's father, pulled his sleeve, and said with an innocent face, "Father, father, the little fat man in the village has hawthorn fruit to eat, and I want it too!"

When the royal father heard his son's words, his brows furrowed, and he was a little embarrassed, but when he saw the expectation on his son's face, the royal father smiled at Wang Wu, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Father promised me!" Wang Wuyi heard that his father had agreed, and his whole body jumped up happily, jumping up and running back and forth in the yard.

This night, Wang Wu was very happy, and even ate an extra bowl for dinner, because tomorrow he will be able to eat the same hawthorn fruit as Xiaopang.

The next day, Wang Wu didn't go out to play, he waited at home, waiting for his father to come back!

The sun is also gradually setting, and an old figure is slowly walking in the setting sun.

Wang Wu was in the courtyard, and when he saw it, he immediately recognized that the person who came was his father.

"Father, father!" Wang Wu shouted, running quickly.

The king did not run for a while, and came to the king's father. Today's royal father is a little different from the past, his hair is very disheveled, and the coarse cloth clothes he wears on his body are torn in several places.

"Hmm" The royal father watched Wang Wu run towards him, stretched out his right hand into his arms, fumbled for a while, took out a handful of hawthorn fruits, and handed it to Wang Wu with a smile.

The hawthorn fruit is only the size of a thumb, and it is stained with a little sludge, which is pitiful compared to the fat day.

Wang Wu looked at his father's appearance, he was stunned, and subconsciously took the hawthorn fruit, picked up one and put it in his mouth.

It's very sour and has a hint of rusty iron smell!!

Wang Wu cried, tears sliding down his cheeks, chewing the hawthorn fruit, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It's very sweet!