Su Xiaocao, Su Xiaohua, Su Xiaochen.

The original meaning of the word morning is when the sun has just risen, and it also refers to something with vitality, which means vigorous and hopeful.

It is obviously different from small flowers and grasses.

Su Xiaohua sat on the chair and hugged Su Xiaochen with difficulty.

Su Xiaochen's weight was not light, but his hands didn't stop.

Su Fuqing just wanted Su Xiaohua to put Su Xiaochen down, but Su Xiaochen suddenly grabbed a large handful of Su Xiaohua's hair and pulled it casually.

"Ahh Su Xiaohua was so hurt that tears flowed down.

Su Xiaochen seemed to see something funny, waving his hands and letting out a "giggle" laugh.

"Loosen." Su Fuqing picked up Su Xiaochen's hand that was still holding his hair, and slapped it.

Su Xiaochen couldn't laugh anymore, and began to cry with his throat pulled.

[Well played.] ]

[Xiaohua's hair has been torn off several by him, and the little kid is really ruthless.] ]

[Bear children who are not light or heavy should be educated.] ]

[What does a three- or four-year-old know?] It wasn't on purpose, is it necessary to be so careful with him? ]

[Xiaohua is also a child, should she be bullied by Su Xiaochen?] ]

[She's an older sister, what's wrong with Jean's younger brother?] ]

[Was she born to be an older sister?] ]

[This little boy doesn't understand anything now, but if he doesn't get taught in time when he does something wrong, he will only think that these wrong things are right when he grows up, and even worse.] ]

[Ninety percent of boys raised in such families will be discarded.] ]

[He also sucks his sister's blood.] ]

[Upstairs correct.] ]

[……]

Su Xiaochen was still crying, Su Fuqing dragged him out of Su Xiaohua's arms, put him on another chair, and let him cry.

Su Xiaohua was stunned, and said weakly: "Sister, my mother knows that if we make my brother cry, she will beat us." ”

Su Fuqing asked, "Will you take the initiative to tell your mother?" ”

Su Xiaohua shook her head: "No." ”

Su Fuqing pointed at Su Xiaochen: "Then will he sue?" ”

After a period of observation, she found that Su Xiaochen didn't seem to be able to speak much.

Sure enough, Su Xiaohua still shook her head and said, "No, my brother will only call Mom and Dad." ”

Su Fuqing shrugged his shoulders: "So, we don't talk about it, how can my mother know?" ”

Can it still be like this?

Su Xiaohua's eyes widened, and her face was full of incredulity.

"What about my brother? Do you want to coax him? She asked.

"No, just cry with him, and when you're tired of crying, you won't cry. By the way, let him teach him a long lesson, so as not to bully you every day. Su Fuqing knew at a glance that Su Xiaohua was used to being bullied by Su Xiaochen.

And their "mom and dad" definitely didn't stop Su Xiaochen, and maybe they would praise him for doing a good job.

Sure enough, Su Xiaohua said, "Sister, you are the best for me." Mom and Dad would only say that Xiao Chen was still young and asked me to let her. ”

Su Fuqing asked, "Then do you think Xiao Chen did the right thing?" ”

Su Xiaohua shook her head.

"So, while Mom and Dad are away, we need to teach him more and tell him that some behaviors are wrong." Su Fuqing touched Su Xiaohua's head, not caring that her hair was messy and oily to knots.

She thought that she could wash the little girl's hair later, and inquire about the sacrificial festival with her by the way.

Su Xiaochen, who was on the side, found that no one coaxed him no matter how loud he cried, so he silently stopped crying, leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep.

Su Fuqing picked up Su Xiaochen, walked out of the kitchen to find the master bedroom, then put Su Xiaochen on the bed and covered the quilt, and took Su Xiaohua to wash her hair.

She also asked if there was any shampoo at home, but there was none, so she could only add more hot water and try to comb Su Xiaohua's knotted hair by hand.

[Why are you still washing your hair?] ]

[There's no need to be so nice to an NPC, right?] ]

[Compassion overflows.] ]

[Who do people love to be good to, who is good to whom, it's your business?] ]

[You don't understand that, do you?] Pull in the distance first, and then it's convenient to get the information. ]

[This little girl lacks love at first glance, and she will say everything if she is kind to her.] ]

[The hearts of people in the city are so dirty.] ]

[……]

Su Fuqing changed a basin of hot water and continued to wash Su Xiaohua's hair, while asking, "Xiaohua, do you know what the sacrificial festival is for?" ”

Su Xiaohua squinted comfortably and replied, "I heard Brother Zilong say that the sacrificial festival is a big day for our village to worship the mountain gods. Every year, the festival is very lively outside, but on that day my parents never allow us to go out, even Xiao Chen. ”

"Brother Zilong?"

"Her" classmates?

Su Xiaohua said: "It is the grandson of the village chief's grandfather, and the village chief's grandfather presides over the annual sacrificial festival." ”

Su Fuqing asked again: "That...... What's the matter with the mountain gods? ”

"It's the mountain god of our Quanlong Mountain."

After Su Xiaohua answered, she muttered to herself in a voice that she thought was very small: "Sister doesn't even remember the mountain god, has she become stupid?" ”

Su Fuqing wanted to speak and stopped, and acquiesced to this pot, just think she became stupid.

She continued, "Did Dad go and help?" ”

"Yes, but in the past, Dad only went to help on the day of the festival, but only on the first day of this year. I don't know why, Mom and Dad are very happy. ”

Su Xiaohua frowned, unable to understand the emotional changes of adults, "If you go to help the village, you can't work in the fields, and my parents used to be very angry." ”

"Close your eyes." Su Fuqing finally straightened out all of Su Xiaohua's hair, and was ready to wash her with water again.

Su Xiaohua obediently closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Su Fuqing's hand caressing her hair.

It was warm.

Sensing that someone was looking at her, Su Fuqing raised her head and found that it was Ai Xiaonian diagonally opposite.

Ai Xiaonian made a few lip shapes, she nodded, and pointed at Su Xiaohua again.

Ai Xiaonian made an OK gesture.

Su Fuqing asked Su Xiaohua about the topic just now: "Then do you know what Dad and they have to do to prepare for the sacrificial festival in the past few days?" ”

Su Xiaohua almost answered all questions, but she really didn't know this question: "Adults say that children can't ask these things, and even Brother Zilong says he doesn't know." ”

This can't be asked either.

Su Fuqing asked a few more questions about the sacrificial festival, and found that Su Xiaohua only knew the previous ones, most of which were told to her by the village chief's grandson.

"I'm done." Su Fuqing wiped Su Xiaohua's hair with a dry towel, let her sit in the yard and dry it, and then said:

"Xiaohua, you stay here, my sister has something to go out. Remember, everything this afternoon is a secret between the two of us, and don't tell anyone, not Mom and Dad or your friends. ”

Su Xiaohua stretched out the little thumb of her right hand: "I won't say it, sister, let's pull the hook to promise." ”