There is no other reason, some words and some decisions can be said and done as the head of the family, but it is not too late.

If the move doesn't go well, it's inevitable that it won't be too late.

Yu Fei smiled heartily, she knew the old lady's intentions.

"You'll have to remember to change your tune later."

"Mrs. Fu is really sincere in treating our family."

Again, the old lady emphasized.

It was already completely dark, the cold wind outside the window was biting, and the small courtyard was pitch black, with only a faint ray of light faintly shining through the gap in the curtains

The snow in the winter moon always falls quietly at night.

After a while, the big jujube tree in the small yard has been covered with a thick quilt, and even the big yellow dog is happily imprinted with plum blossoms on the snow near the kennel, and the little tail is constantly shaking, but a layer of snow still falls on the root of the tail, and the chicks that have just been born in the chicken nest are chirping.

To be honest, Yu Feiwan likes this small courtyard of blue brick houses very much.

Behind closed doors, it's like a paradise.

She has been waiting for the big jujube trees in the yard to bloom and bear fruit, she can beat jujubes with Pingping and eat fresh crisp jujubes, or she can wait until they are ripe and eat soft sweet jujubes.

When the summer night comes, she can cool off in the yard, when the kitten should learn to pounce.

She can also hold a flashlight and go to the big tree to pick up cicada chrysalis and sell them for money on a night when the moon is high.

She hasn't experienced the four seasons with Pinkie in this yard yet.

For no reason, Yu Feiwan was a little sad.

Yu Fei, who is majestic and high-spirited, wants to do a big job, lead the whole family to make a fortune and get rid of prejudice.

No, she's coming back.

She must make up for the four seasons with her mother in the yard where she grew up young.

The wooden gate swayed, and the big yellow dog stopped painting, wagging its tail more and more enthusiastically.

Yu Feiwan trotted open the door, and Yu Shuishan's hat became snow-white.

"Meow, meow, meow."

A closer look reveals a small fluffy yellow tail in Yu Shuishan's big pocket.

On one arm was a bag of vibrant green flowers.

In a snow-white field, this touch of green is moving.

Nishidoya.

"Auntie, did you name this kitten?"

Yu Ping squatted on the ground and gently pressed the soft cushion of the little milk cat, and asked eagerly with her head turned sideways.

Mrs. Fu's eyes were soft, and her eyes kept wandering between the little milk cat and the flower pot, "Not yet, it's always the kitten and the kitten barking." ”

"Then call her Erhuang, okay?"

Yu Ping looked proud.

It seems that she had prepared the name early, just waiting for Mrs. Fu to speak.

Yu Feiwan: ......

Do cats and dogs need to have their names passed down?

Rhubarb, Erhuang, Xiaohuang......

Mrs. Fu curled the corners of her lips, "Yes." ”

The smile on Yu Ping's face was even stronger, and she kept calling Er Huang in her mouth.

The little milk cat wilted and rolled over and purred.

"Grandma, are you hungry?"

"At dinner, I didn't call you when I saw that you drank the medicine and slept deeply, and my mother was still hot porridge in the pot."

Yu Feiwan used warm water to apply the bruises on her mother-in-law's forehead, and asked with a smile.

She likes the warm, kind and beautiful people around her, even if her life is a little harder and there are more twists and turns.

These people are like the sun, and when the sun appears, the rest of the darkness is nothing more than Er.

Mrs. Fu nodded, "No, no need." ”

Mrs. Fu is still a little afraid of causing trouble to the people around her.

It's a pity that the rumbling of the stomach betrayed Mrs. Fu.

"Grandma, I'll serve you porridge." Yu Feiwan smiled without saying a word, opened the curtain and went out.

The cold wind brought in by the door curtain made the little milk cat Erhuang can't help but curl up tighter and smaller.

Going and coming back, it's another gust of wind.

The little milk cat didn't care about the stranger, and approached Yu Ping's hand.

Mrs. Fu held the bowl and blew gently, spoonful by spoonful, and the rising hot steam blurred Mrs. Fu's vision.

It turns out that there is a home like this.

After suffering for so many years, she can't remember the years of working hard for her family, and she dreams of only falling to the ground and boundless scolding at midnight.

Perhaps, she is also blessed, and God is also kind to her.

After Li Lan cleaned up the mess after eating, she helped the old lady into the house.

"Auntie."

Li Lan swallowed her saliva twice, hesitated for a moment, and shouted uncomfortably.

Mrs. Fu was even more restrained, "I don't have anything long, so I can't give you a meeting gift, and I'll make up for it later." ”

Li Lan waved her hand again and again, she didn't know about the situation of her mother-in-law.

Besides, Mrs. Fu took out the land certificate and homestead certificate so that she could sell the big yard.

"If you want it, this is the etiquette that an elder should have."

Mrs. Fu wiped her mouth and tried her best to straighten her back to make herself look less shrunken and short.

Yu Fei's eyes flashed at night, and Mrs. Fu would use it to avoid like a snake and scorpion, things are not human, and there are no long things......

According to the age of Mrs. Fu, who was slightly younger than the old lady, it was an era of turmoil, war, and widespread illiteracy.

Mrs. Fu can apply what she has learned again and again, unlike a rural woman who is rubbed by life and does not know a single word, and is dedicated to hard work and food.

Yu Feiwan rubbed her eyes and looked at the new name above Mrs. Fu's head.

Fu Ning.

In the development game, only the names of her family will appear.

It seems that the system has also accepted the existence of Mrs. Fu.

So, is Fu just the husband's surname of Fu Mother-in-law?

After getting married, she was given her husband's surname, and over time she lost her own name.

Or is it that Fu Fu called so many people wrongly.

Yu Feiwan asked the old lady in a low voice, "Grandma, is Fu the husband's surname?" ”

If you don't know what happened, don't ask the spring breeze, ask the old lady.

The old lady has lived for seventy years, and she can be called the Bai Xiaosheng of the village.

The old lady bowed her head slightly, frowned slightly, and looked at Yu Feiwan suspiciously.

Turning his back on everyone's eyes, Yu Feiwan continued to whisper, "Mrs. Fu's natal name is Fu Ning, the Fu of Taifu." ”

This name has a bit of literary flavor when it is called.

Just like the old lady's name, Zhang Yingying.

Nine times out of ten, they have read books and become wealthy.

Could it be that she is also displaced with the war like an old lady?

The old lady's delicacy is still there with time.

Under the lights, the family was crammed into a room to save electricity, Li Lan embroidered the insoles with needles and threads, Yu Peng stuck to Lin Haihong as before, and Yu Feiwan began to patiently teach Yu Ping to learn phonetic transcription.

The old lady was dizzy and couldn't do the delicate work of embroidery, so she could only pull Mrs. Fu to recite the scriptures.

"Girl, what's your real name?"

The old lady spoke suddenly.

Mrs. Fu subconsciously said, "Mrs. Fu." ”

Yu Feiwan only felt a blockage in his heart.

The old lady sighed, "Your original, the beginning, the name given by your father and mother is not your husband's surname after you get married and have children." ”

"I heard that it was not too late to say that big cities have begun to try out ID cards, and many celebrities have ID cards."

"Could it be that when it is popularized to us in the future, will you also have the word "mother-in-law" on your ID card?"

(End of chapter)