Yunwu didn't say much to the silver needle. (Mai Ruo starts)

Some things can be explained to people, or explained clearly to people, so as not to be misunderstood; And there are some things that don't need to be explained, because explanations are just a waste of saliva, and the listener won't really listen.

There are some people in this world who always think that they are on the good side, and they always think that their views are fair and just: therefore, there will always be some pitiful or sympathetic side of the bad people.

But these people, who think that they have no position and are not biased, can see in their eyes the victim of the victim: because the bad guy is pitiful, or because the bad guy is sympathetic, they deserve to be killed?

Yunwu didn't want to argue with Silver Needle, and she didn't think Silver Needle needed to stay with her master anymore.

They are the closest people to Shuyuan, and if they can't believe Shuyuan as a person, and want to argue with so-called goodness and so-called justice, they will blame Shuyuan for what they did: Before the matter is clear, is it worthy of Shuyuan's trust in them?

Silver Needle didn't say anything more, but her gaze drifted over the people on the ground from time to time, and sometimes at the house: she still didn't agree with the clouds in her heart, and there was only one reason, those two were just children.

How can a child be harmful? This time, their young grandmother is really a bit too much - no matter what, it is also a mistake made by adults, how can it affect the child?

The people in the house didn't know much about what was going on outside the house, and everyone was looking at the two children: some were smiling, feeling that their young grandmother really didn't love the two children in vain; There were also those who frowned slightly, feeling the strangeness of the two children.

Zhao was a little uneasy. It's not that she thinks the two children can do anything, but thinking that the Qian family had just left the Jin Mansion, and Fang Fei's speech and demeanor were so similar to the Qian family, she instinctively wanted to stop Shuyuan from drinking the bowl of soup.

After the two children encountered something with their biological mother, did they really have the heart to make soup for their stepmother to nourish their bodies? It's not that the two children don't have filial piety or anything, but they shouldn't think of it.

Now is the most difficult for the two children, their feelings are the most complicated, and they are very sensitive, how can they not worry about their situation?

Where could a child think so comprehensively, and how could he think of winning the favor of his stepmother at this time? No matter how Zhao thought about it, he felt that something was not quite right: it wouldn't be an adult who would take advantage of the two children, right?

Wang and Sun glanced at each other, and they were also a little uneasy about the bowl of soup. (Mai Ruo starts)

But before the three ladies could speak, they were stopped by Jin Chengye. He glanced at the ladies and motioned for them not to speak.

"The children are sensible, and in a few years, Mrs. and I, and Shuyuan will be happy." Jin Chengye stretched out his hand and stroked the top of his daughter's head when he spoke: "It is said that the daughter is the little padded jacket of her parents, and her father will be blessed in the future." ”

Fang Fei's little hand trembled slightly, and the soup in the bowl rippled, and the round circles appeared one by one, swayed and disappeared in the center of the bowl.

Fang Fei, who lowered her head, looked at those circles, and felt that those circles had entered her heart, one after another enveloped her heart, the tighter and tighter she contracted, and she was slightly in pain and a little out of breath.

Shuyuan smiled and reached out to stroke Fang Fei's little face: "My face is too pale, I don't think I slept yesterday, okay?" After a while, go back and have a good rest, and don't think about anything. With me and your father, even if the sky falls, we will bear it for you. ”

"You just need to eat and sleep well, and obediently read and write with Mr." She withdrew her hand and looked at the soup in Fang Fei's bowl.

The soup is clear and bright, with a little oil splashing on the brown soup, and some dregs of ingredients at the bottom of the bowl: it can be seen that the soup really cares about it.

The faint heat turned into a white mist and rose up, tumbling in various forms between Shuyuan and Fang Fei's siblings, and finally turned into nothingness.

Shuyuan blew lightly on Fang Fei's hand, the mist was a little more, and she took a breath: "It's so fragrant." After speaking, she took the bowl in Fang Fei's hand: "Fang Fei loves her mother so much, her mother will definitely get better soon after eating this soup." ”

Fang Fei's face was white and almost transparent, the nervousness on her little face could no longer be hidden, and a pair of small hands unconsciously pinched her sleeves: she didn't see Shuyuan, but the bowl in Shuyuan's hand.

"Have you ever drunk it?" Shuyuan probably didn't notice any difference in Fang Fei's face because of the fog: "It's so fragrant, you can drink a little too." ”

As she spoke, she picked up the bowl and brought it to her lips.

Fang Fei suddenly reached out and grabbed Shuyuan's wrist, and after meeting Shuyuan's puzzled gaze, she opened her mouth a few times before she spit out her voice: "Hot, hot." ”

The murmuring was like self-talk, and only a few people in the noisy room could hear it clearly.

Shuyuan smiled and nodded: "It's so fragrant, but I forgot to burn it." She blew lightly twice, her eyes never leaving the soup in the bowl: "Actually, it's not hot anymore." ”

"Mother, my brother is so young, what will he eat in the future?" Fang Fei's hand still didn't leave Shuyuan's wrist, her voice was a lot louder, but her voice trembled a little.

Shuyuan looked at Fang Fei and stretched out a hand to touch her head: "What's wrong, is there something uncomfortable?" ”

Fang Fei shook her head, even if she answered Shuyuan, she was still asking, "Does my brother also want to find a nurse?" ”

"I'm looking for a nurse, but I haven't yet, I'll have it in a few days." Shuyuan withdrew his hand: "Fang Fei, are you really not uncomfortable, are you really fine?" Your face is a little bad - Chengye, let's call the doctor to take a look at Shuyuan, the child's illness can't be delayed. ”

Fang Fei preemptively said: "I'm not sick, I'm fine, I'm really not sick, it's just, I just didn't sleep well." ”

Shuyuan's eyes looked at Fang Fei fixedly: "Just didn't sleep well?" Well, Fang Fei, you can tell your mother anything, and my father and I will teach you what to do—do you have something on your mind that makes you sleep badly? ”

Fang Fei lowered her head: "Then my brother is going to be with his mother in the past two days?" She once again ignored Shuyuan's words, but always asked about her little brother.

Shuyuan smiled and nodded: "If there is a nurse's brother who is also with me, it will take three days before the nurse will take care of it; Otherwise, what will the younger brother do if he doesn't know his mother in the future? ”

According to custom, even if the woman of a large family does not breastfeed herself, she will let the child eat milk for three days: the first sip of milk is very important, and the old people say that whoever eats the child's first milk will recognize the child as the mother.

Therefore, the child is with the mother for the first three days, and then it is handed over to the nurse to take care of it.

After speaking, Shuyuan looked at Fang Fei, then looked at Ruiren, who had been lowering his head, and brought the soup to his mouth again: "I'll drink it quickly, after drinking Fang Fei and Ruiren, go back to the room and sleep well, okay?" ”

This time her lips had touched the rim of the bowl.

Fang Fei's head was raised again, and the small hand on Shuyuan's wrist increased its strength again. She didn't know why she was doing this, but when she saw that Shuyuan was about to drink soup, her hand stopped her.

She is not the only one who stopped Shuyuan this time, the other person is Ruiren with his head down.

Ruiren didn't speak just now, he just stood tightly clutching his sister's clothes, but his eyes were aimed at the soup bowl from time to time; Before Shuyuan's hand could say anything, he reached out and grabbed Shuyuan's cuffs.

When Shuyuan put the soup in his mouth, he pulled Shuyuan's hand towards him with both hands.

"You want to drink?" Sookwon looked at Ruiren.

Fang Fei's face suddenly changed when she heard this, and she stretched out her hand to hug Ruiren: "You are naughty again." ”

Ruiren looked at Shuyuan and shook his head, without saying a word, but he just refused to let go of Shuyuan's sleeves, even if he was hugged by his sister, he still didn't let go of Shuyuan.

The girl who came in with the soup saw that she picked up Ruiren in the past, and at the same time wanted to break Ruiren's hand that grabbed Shuyuan: "Young grandma, use the soup, otherwise it will be cold." The soup is not really a good thing, but it is just a filial piety of the girl and her brother. ”

Shuyuan glanced at the girl, and the bowl was sent to her mouth: "Fang Fei and Ruiren's filial piety, I have to drink the soup even if I don't eat anything." ”

Ruiren's hand was broken, and he writhed on the girl and cried: "No, no! ”

Shuyuan took the soup bowl away again and said to Rui: "Men don't cry casually, just talk about things if you have something, crying can't solve things." Mother taught the Swiss, didn't she? ”

Ruiren refused to obey, regardless of the troubles on the girl, half of his body rushed to the bowl in Shuyuan's hand.

Shuyuan had already withdrawn her gaze, and she picked up the bowl and brought it to her mouth, seeing that she meant to drink the soup quickly, so that Ruiren and Fang Fei could return to the room early.

As soon as the bowl touched her lips, she felt the side of the bowl in her hand weigh down, and her hand became unsteady: the soup tumbled from her hand to the ground, and the soup also sprinkled half of Shuyuan's body.

The bed and floor were full of soup. A faint aroma permeated the air, a clear and bright aroma, just like the color of that bowl of soup.

The soup was knocked over by Fang Fei.

She sat down on the ground and began to cry aloud.

She hugged her legs, buried her face deep in her knees, no one looked at her, curled up in front of Shuyuan's bed and cried bitterly.

The soup bowl was not far from her feet, and there was still a little bit of soup at the bottom of the bowl, and it seemed that the soup was no longer colorless, but as clean as water.

Also as pure as a child's eyes.

The eyes of children are cleanest, because their hearts are cleaner, cleaner than the cleanest water in the world.

However, a child's heart is also like water: no matter how clean it is, he is afraid that someone will put something dirty in it.

The faces of the people in the room all changed, and they looked at Fang Fei who was sitting on the ground crying in disbelief: but at this time, Ruiren stopped crying and no longer making trouble, and quietly looked at his sister who was sitting on the ground.