"It's not too late, I'm fighting monsters in my dreams."

"Punch all over the world, kick in all directions."

"One punch a little mountain spirit, one kick a big monster."

"It's amazing."

Yu Ping tilted her chin and cocked her little nose, showing off triumphantly.

Yu Feiwan raised his eyebrows and laughed lightly.

Yu Ping's heart is easy to guess, and a few words are written on her face.

"Is it really knocked down?"

"How do I think the scriptures you copied are still very scary with teeth and claws, you see, this doesn't look like a long-armed monster?"

Yu Feiwan casually pointed to a word on Yu Ping's notebook, and teased with a smile.

Yu Ping covered her face, her little eyes glancing around.

"It's not too late, did you sneak into my dream?"

"Or you're a roundworm in my stomach."

Yu Feiwan raised his hands, "I don't, I'm not." ”

Yu Ping showed a smile that you don't explain I understand, and successfully pulled back a game, shaking her little head and snorting softly, like a little fox who stole grapes, just when she looked at the book, she performed a second change of face, and in an instant, she was bitter and bitter.

Yu Feiwan's smile deepened, so cute.

Lin Haihong on the side put down the book in his hand, furrowed his eyebrows, and his voice fluttered like a dead leaf in the wind, "Isn't it a late cousin, are there really monsters in this world?" ”

"Or, are there immortals?"

Yu Feiwan pinched the cup that was gradually cooling, and his eyelids jumped slightly.

This little boy is really sharp.

"There are so many answers, which one do you want to hear?"

Yu Fei avoided the truth at night, and his expression was natural, "Zi said, respect the ghosts and gods and stay away, and the son is silent and strange." ”

"It's an answer that existed more than 2,000 years ago."

"Now there is also a new point of view, not allowed to be refined."

"At the end of the day, if you believe, you have, and if you don't, you don't."

Her answer is the most typical nonsense literature.

It seems that he answered everything, but in fact he didn't answer anything.

In a few decades, it may be exchanged for a sentence of listening to you, such as listening to a sentence.

Lin Haihong's eyes lit up, and he muttered repeatedly, "There is faith." ”

Yu Feiwan spread his hands: Look, people are born with the magical power of selective deafness.

Yu Ping subconsciously chewed the tip of the pencil again, her willow-like eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and her expression was sad, "Why don't you copy the scriptures, cousin." ”

Obviously, she didn't even fight the old widower in person.

It was clear that she was hiding behind the half-collapsed shadow wall with her cousin.

"Otherwise, I'll let my grandmother beat me with a cane to cool off."

Yu Feiwan pinched Yu Ping's fleshy little face, and bent his eyes, "Because you came out of the hospital hand in hand with me." ”

"Then I'll take my cousin next time?"

"Yes!"

"No way!"

Radically different answers.

Yu Ping lay on the table and sighed.

Thinking of the points, his body seemed to be injected with an energy, and he waved his small fist, turning into a roaring lion cub, vowing to take down the scripture with his teeth and claws.

Points, points, she loves points!

She wants to defend her position in Fei Wan's heart with practical actions.

Hmph, she's not a little mud that can't hold up the wall.

Here in the Westinghouse, he fought against the scriptures.

On the other side of the West Hall, they are also in a hurry.

The idle old lady is teaching her mother-in-law to play homemade long cards, and the elderly people in the village are more or less proficient.

Under normal circumstances, in winter, old men and women will gather in groups of three or five around the houses of people with earthen kangs, and in summer, they will play cards with great interest on the stones under the big willow trees in the evening, which is also one of the few pleasures in their barren life.

Solitaire cards are in the shape of elongated strips with points drawn in red and black.

It's not difficult, but Mrs. Fu, who has rarely dealt with people for decades, still struggles to learn at first.

The old lady was very tired of this, and was very patient to explain the rules of the long strip of cards to Mrs. Fu over and over again.

Mrs. Fu was at a loss from the initial resistance to now being able to interact with the old lady, and a deep smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

It turned out that life away from that cottage was like this.

The old lady, who has always paid special attention to Mrs. Fu's emotions, was relieved in her heart, and the corners of her mouth were also bent.

If you want to really pull Mrs. Fu out of the shadow that has shrouded her for many years, it is not enough to rely on the care and acceptance of their family.

She has to find ways to teach her mother-in-law to reintegrate into this society, teach her mother-in-law how to get along with others, and be able to live calmly, independently, and decently.

Otherwise, as far as Mrs. Fu is concerned, she cannot be regarded as a real new student.

Don't worry, step by step, sooner or later, Mrs. Fu can become a normal person.

"How can you fool yourself?"

"How many points are you?" The old lady smiled knowingly, picked up the long strip of cards thrown by Mrs. Fu on the bed, and stuffed it.

Mrs. Fu smiled, squinted her eyes, and carefully counted the dots on the cards, "I'm old, my eyes are not good." ”

"I didn't even say I was old." The old lady didn't have a good airway.

"Keep going."

There was a lot of laughter in the West Hall.

It's a good day like this.

In the evening, Li Lan and Yu Shuishan returned home together.

In the afternoon, Li Lan and Yu Shuishan spread the news of the sale of the house to the ears of the migrated outsiders, and on the other hand, they inquired about the follow-up of the Thunderbolt incident without a trace.

In just one day, many other versions were derived, and the old widower's reputation had become black, and many filth had been stolen from the majestic brick walls and large iron gates.

Vegetable leaves, the villagers are reluctant, let alone the luxury of eggs.

Thinking about it, mud, excrement, is the most suitable.

Fortunately, it was a cold winter, and the stench did not attract swarms of mosquitoes, flies and maggots.

It doesn't matter, though.

Anyway, the old widower himself is a maggot.

As for the old widower, he was not killed by thunder, but was scared half to death.

Tian Yougen also took the opportunity to inquire about the situation, but was curbed by the stench on the courtyard wall and gate, and the insults of the villagers, and left in frustration after only a few minutes, completely dispelling the plan to sell his daughter to an old widower as a granddaughter.

"Mother, the price of my aunt's house may be suppressed."

"At this point, we have to be mentally prepared."

Yu Shuishan changed his cotton shoes and said helplessly.

After all, the situation in the courtyard of Mrs. Fu's house is relatively special.

Although Mrs. Fu has the homestead certificate and land certificate in her hands, it is not easy to get rid of those people.

If it weren't for the urgent need of those who moved to the hukou, no one would necessarily take over.

The expressions of the old lady and Mrs. Fu did not fluctuate much.

Obviously, it was expected.

"Sell as much as you can, this would have been a bonus."

"It's just that I'm afraid I'll offend those two or three families."

"However, if you offend, you will offend, those two or three households originally took advantage of the fire to rob and forcibly occupy the yard."

(End of chapter)