Lin Haihong was at a loss, and rubbed Yu Shuishan's palm a few times in a daze.

Even the hard cocoons in his palms only made him feel warm and reassured.

Is he okay?

Is he finally a normal person?

He once had the courage to tell his mother about this problem, but in exchange for a severe beating.

His mother said that he was pretending to be sick, that he lied at a young age, and that she knew that he was so unconscious that he should have drowned him when he was born.

Since then, he has kept it deep in his heart.

Even if his strange symptoms are getting worse.

It's finally good.

There was a relieved smile on the corner of Lin Haihong's mouth, but tears poured out of his eyes.

Hurriedly wiped away his tears with his sleeve, Lin Haihong raised his head and smiled very brightly.

"You continue to study, and when you are tired of studying, go out to breathe."

"I'll go with your grandmother to my mother-in-law's house to deliver some New Year's goods in a while."

Yu Shuishan's heart was full of gratitude to his mother-in-law.

It's easy to put the icing on the cake, but it's hard to send charcoal in the snow.

Mrs. Fu has no fixed income, so she relies on herself to plant one acre and three points of land, and from time to time she goes to the mountains to pick some wild fruits, and she is alone.

can not hesitate to take out his life savings to borrow his life-saving kindness, he has to know how to repay the favor.

Mother-in-law?

Yu Feiwan remembered the red scarf tied in front of the window.

I hope Mrs. Fu has figured it out, got out of decades of self-loathing, and lived the rest of her life with peace of mind.

"Dad, you can discuss with grandma and mom, and on Chinese New Year's Eve, take grandma to come to the house for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and dumplings for the night vigil."

"Grandma Fu is alone, desolate and desolate."

"That piece is deserted, and it's too deserted for the Chinese New Year."

"Mrs. Fu is thin and small, just have an extra pair of chopsticks."

Mrs. Fu has no bad intentions, she is a grateful and a little stubborn and pitiful little old lady.

Good people, when there is a good reward, is the reason of heaven.

Yu Shuishan thought for a moment, frowned, and said, "It's okay." ”

"Then I'll talk to your grandmother."

"The main thing is that I'm worried that Mrs. Fu may not be willing to come."

"She should be afraid that her reputation will affect our family."

Yu Fei is late, very likely.

In the village, word of mouth spreads that Mrs. Fu is a broom star and a murderer, and she is full of bad luck, and whoever gets involved is unlucky.

The closer Mrs. Fu gets to the old lady, the more she will think about the old lady.

People are terrible, and the three of them become tigers.

It's that she's not thinking it through.

"Let's ask first."

To be honest, Yu Feiwan is no longer hopeful.

Yu Shuishan smiled lightly, "Children's families, don't always think too much and sigh." ”

"I'll try it with your grandmother first."

After a while, the old lady and Yu Shuishan went out with a small bamboo basket.

"It's not too late, will Grandma Fu come?" There was a small expectation in Yu Ping's voice.

Yu Feiwan shook his head, "Even if you don't come, Grandma Fu's new year will be a new atmosphere." ”

Mrs. Fu's life is tragic and weak.

But she always felt that Mrs. Fu's seemingly dry spring-like heart was especially there.

It's just that there is too much malice and prejudice in this world, and her self-awakening is like a candle in the wind and is buried deadly.

As long as someone is willing to block those strong winds, even for a moment, the candle flame can burst into its original light.

It doesn't matter if you can have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, and it doesn't matter if outsiders point your fingers, what matters is whether Fu Pozi can keep the light of self-consciousness unextinguished.

If the light is not extinguished, there will be new life.

"Cousin, is Grandma Fu a good person?"

Lin Haihong spoke loudly.

All his understanding of the mother-in-law came from the old lady's words a few days ago.

Yu Feiwan blinked his eyes, trying to find the most suitable answer, "Then do you think Sister-in-law Xianglin is hateful and terrible?" ”

Yu Feiwan did not answer directly, but asked rhetorically.

She always felt that some of the characteristics of Mrs. Fu were similar to Xianglin's sister-in-law.

Yu Ping may not have been exposed to Mr. Lu Xun's works, but Lin Haihong, who is always learning ahead of time, must have read "Blessing".

Similar or similar, Mrs. Fu will not be the second sister-in-law of Xianglin.

"Hateful and terrible?" Lin Haihong shook his head: "I can only say that it is sad and pitiful." ”

"She has never had a choice, she is born like duckweed, and the world is like a mountain."

"The unlucky one is never Xianglin's sister-in-law."

"Cousin, I see."

There is no need for Yu Feiwan to say more, Lin Haihong already has the answer.

Only Yu Yuping blinked her big clear eyes, "Who is Sister-in-law Xianglin?" ”

Yu Feiwan pursed her lips, Pingping, who didn't know the taste of sorrow, was really good.

"When you finish writing silently, I will tell you the story of Xianglin's sister-in-law."

Yu Ping nodded repeatedly, picked up the pencil, and continued to write silently.

Yu Feiwan's voice was slow, and she told the story of Xianglin's sister-in-law to Yu Ping.

"Dead?"

"Dead at the end of the year?" Yu Ping's eyes widened.

The story told by Yu Feiwan is far less detailed than the original text.

She just simply strung together the sad, pitiful, ignorant, and helpless experience of Xianglin's sister-in-law.

"Why did that Mother Liu scare Sister-in-law Xianglin."

"Why does that old man dislike Xianglin's sister-in-law so much."

"Such a tragic story, why should it be called a blessing."

Yu Ping was teary-eyed, and her mouth kept asking.

Yu Feiwan raised his eyebrows, "The soft-hearted Mr. Lu Xun may want to bless fewer similar tragedies in this world, look forward to the clouds of ignorance and feudalism being dispelled by the sun, and wish more people a good future." ”

"Don't drop the pearls."

"The hope of the blessing will come."

Yu Ping panicked, grabbed Yu Feiwan's wrist, "It's not too late, or take Grandma Fu home for the New Year." ”

"During the Chinese New Year, every family is reunited, and it is firecrackers and laughter, will Mrs. Fu not think about it for a while?"

Yu Feiwan smiled, "No." ”

The small room was good-natured, dark, damp and narrow, but it was cleaned and tidy by Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu never thought of giving up on herself.

Yu Ping was suspicious and sighed faintly.

Lin Haihong closed his eyes slightly, and thousands of thoughts seemed to spring up in his heart in an instant.

The uncle's family are all good people.

It would be nice if his parents could get along with his uncle's family.

can obviously be the closest people in the world, but they have become like this, and they would rather die than get along.

"I'm sleepy."

"Keep learning, I'm going to sleep on a new soft mattress."

Yu Feiwan yawned, "Now it's your turn to tell me a story." ”

"I'm going to sleep listening to the story."

I got up so early in the morning, and I didn't take a break at noon.

Her small body couldn't hold on.

One thing to say, the new mattress is really comfortable.

"Cousin, do you like math?"

Yu Feiwan "I don't like it!" ”

Without hesitation.

Mathematics was her lifelong enemy.

Yu Feiwan's voice fell, and Lin Haihong talked about the quadratic function part of junior high school mathematics seriously.

Yu Feiwan: !? (_;?

It's a nightmare, isn't it?

(End of chapter)