"Why are you angry with the child?" Uncle Chen stood up and got angry at Chen Ersan. It was so heartbreaking to hear the child's crying.
Chen Ersao herself might not have thought that this was the result. She fell back on the sofa, her eyes were dumb, as if she was at a loss as if she was a child.
Tongtong's shrill crying circled in the living room. Mrs. Lu was stunned when Chen Ersan threw Barbie. Releasing her temper to the child is the most disdainful thing for the Lu family. Children are not as curved as adults' intestines. They don't understand. They need to educate them. What's the use of losing their temper? So you see, Jun Ye is strict with the child, but Jun Ye has never been fierce to Xiao Baozi, and even the gentle Yao is not as good as this.
I had known that I wouldn't let Mrs. Chen enter. Mrs. Lu thought regretfully.
Chen Ersan yelled, putting the cart before the horse, and good things turned into bad things.
Uncle Chen sighed and walked over to hug his granddaughter and wanted to coax the child. However, Tongtong twisted her body and didn't even look at him. She walked behind the bun in a small step.
The bun felt the clothes behind him wet, and the little sister's tears touched his clothes, making him feel like a flood broke out in his heart. He looked up at Mrs. Lu: "Grandma--"
The sound of the bun is soft and glutinous, as if he was begging and crying. Mrs. Lu had never heard her grandson call her like this. Little bun defined herself as a man since she was a child and did not allow herself to be weak. Mrs. Lu's heart suddenly became as soft as milk candy.
After meeting Chen Erbo helplessly, Mrs. Lu said, "Let Zhengzheng take Tongtong to the room for fun and you may feel better."
What can Uncle Chen do? Look at the good things his wife did. All the good things were messed up.
Uncle Chen, whose eyes were entangled on Tongtong, nodded slowly.
Seeing that the adult agreed, Xiao Baozi immediately took his sister's little hand into his room, for fear that the bad guys would chase him, Baozi closed the door and locked the door after entering.
At this time, Chen Ersan, who reacted, saw that Chen Er's child asked her child to leave and became angry again: "Are you stupid? Now you should take the child back to our own house while she is away! With her, the child will never recognize us in his life. It is the seed of our Chen family. How long do you want to be cowardly? Do you want to watch that child never take our surname in your life?"
Uncle Chen had only one son, and his son died before he got married. At that time, he and Mrs. Chen almost couldn't survive. After raising his son for so many years, he ended up with no descendants, which no one could stand. China is not like a foreigner, focusing on traditions the most. Without children, everything has no meaning. No matter how rich it is, what's the use? Without descendants, it is looked down upon by no one.
Since his son died, there have never been fewer sounds of pointing and pointing behind the couple. For a while, he wanted to take Chen Ersao to live in the deep mountains and forests. Public opinion alone could crush them to death.
No, they don’t want anyone to sympathize with. The words that everyone sympathizes are actually like a knife exposing their scars all the time. They just want to be forgotten quietly. However, no one will forget them. Everyone likes to use this matter, speak behind their backs, and speak in front of them. They don’t know what the speaker is, they only know that they are going crazy.
Chen Ersao said that he understood that Tongtong was all their hopes. His son died, but fortunately there was a later one. If Tongtong could not have the surname Chen, it would not work, but it would definitely not work. Chen Erfu understood this better than Chen Ersao because his own surname was Chen.
"Go back." Uncle Chen stood up, his expression became very calm, so calm that he seemed to be wearing a mask.
"What are you doing?!" Chen Ersao looked at him in shock, "Are you crazy? You said we will go back? We finally came here to see the child, and now we go back without doing anything?"
"I've said it so many times!" Uncle Chen got angry with Mr. Chen again, "I'm so anxious that I can't eat hot tofu! If you are anxious, you're anxious! See if you smashed the place today?! Can the problem be solved? Can the child accept you? Why are you so stupid? If you don't go back, I'll go back alone."
After saying that, Uncle Chen shook his sleeves and left alone.
Chen Ersan was so shocked by Uncle Chen. After a while, she woke up when she heard the door opening. She ran over and followed Uncle Chen in a panic, cursing as she walked: "What are you angry with me? If you have the ability, you will be angry with that woman! She was so embarrassed that she lied to our son and gave birth to a child, and she didn't tell us the Chen family a word! She was stealing and trafficking, and everything was a crime! If you have the ability, you sue her, what are you doing to me if you lose your temper! I'm not thinking about the incense of your Chen family."
A huge voice echoed in the stairs.
When Mrs. Lu closed the door, she could still hear Mrs. Chen's scolding constantly, and she might not stop her from scolding the street. Mrs. Lu is a very kind-hearted person, so she felt it was not appropriate to be angry with Mrs. Chen's furious today, but it was understandable on the other hand.
Thinking about her own daughter missing, she could have been depressed for many years and almost became mentally ill. The couple had no more than their only son, and they had no hope. If it were her, Mrs. Lu, she would have suddenly had hope, and she would still be like a life-saving straw to hold on.
Looking back, I saw that the door of the two children's room was closed. Mrs. Lu thought for a while, but didn't knock on the door. She went to make lunch for her children and let her eat something delicious. She would get better soon. I thought that when I looked like a bun, I would cry with my little sister. Mrs. Lu sighed. The Chen family lost their temper with the child, so why bother to involve her grandson crying with her.
Baozi carefully put his little ear on the door panel, confirming that the old witch had left, turned around and watched the little sister sitting on his bed, hanging her head and slapped her air pressure. Baozi pulled two tissues in the tissue tube on the table, like a little gentleman, who sent the tissue to his sister: "Wipe your face."
The little sister did not raise her face. She grabbed the tissue from his hand and rubbed it randomly on her face. She cried intermittently in her throat.
I wanted to comfort Baozi's sister and looked for toys that could make her laugh in the room. After searching for it for a long time, it was all played by boys. Baozi sighed, thinking that although the old witch was an old witch, the Barbie doll in her hand was very beautiful. If he bought the Barbie doll to give it to his sister, the sister would definitely laugh but not cry. Perhaps, when he turned around, he could discuss it with his mother and buy a Barbie to give it to his sister.
At this stage, the girl's toys were not found. Baozi pulled out the brush that Zheng Yuanjie bought for him last time, took a piece of paper and drew it on it: drew a sun, drew a few flowers, and drew a rabbit.
Everyone knows the level of painting of Baozi. After learning from his great painter's aunt Manman for a few days, Baozi's painting skills have not improved much. Manman is helpless about this. Jun Ye's children are indeed like Jun Ye. How to draw, maybe copy them, but letting Baozi or Jun Ye draw out of thin air is definitely a mess, and even turtle can't draw like him.
After finishing the drawing, Xiao Baozi exhaled, took the drawing paper, walked to his sister, and said, "Tongtong, look."
I was very excited to hear Brother Baozi's voice. For some reason, Tongtong was frightened and forgot to cry for a moment, and raised her face. I saw Brother Baozi raise a piece of paper with both hands, and a round sun was painted on the paper, and there were two small flowers underneath. What was the only one in the flowers?
Tongtong's little eyes tried hard to identify the four-dimensional animals on the drawing paper. Because she wanted to see clearly what Brother Baozi was drawing, she even forgot to cry. She stretched out her little finger and drew the things in the middle, opened her mouth and said hesitantly: "Ant."
The rabbit turns into an ant!
The bun was blown by himself and sweated heavily. He explained to his sister: "No, it's not an ant, it's a rabbit."
"The rabbit is not like this." Tongtong wouldn't even recognize the rabbit. She likes the white and beautiful little rabbit like a little princess the most.
"No, what I painted is really a rabbit." Baozi was busy explaining his work, "Did you see? Four legs! Four legs are rabbits."
"Ants also have four legs."
"It's different, the rabbit has two long ears."
"Ants also have two long ears."
"Ants are not called ears, but tentacles!" The bun is going crazy, why does her sister insist that he is drawing an ant? Is the bun so bad? Even the ants and rabbits can't tell the difference.
If the sister said that he was drawing not a rabbit but a tiger or a lion, why are they an ant? The more you think about the bun, the crazi becomes crazier.
"Does the ant have ears?" Tongtong had forgotten to cry, completely forgot, and felt that the sweaty expression of Brother Baozi in front of her was very fun, and her two small eyes were blinking.
"Ants are insects, without ears, but tentacles." Baozi finally convinced her sister with the advantage of being older than her younger sister and having more books than ordinary children of the same age.
"Oh." Tongtong nodded.
Brother Baozi is knowledgeable and knows what is not called ears and tentacles. Her little sister cannot help but accept it. Well, Brother Baozi paints rabbits, not ants. Although no matter how she looks at it, the animals in the painting look like ants, which is completely different from the white and beautiful little rabbit in her mind.
My sister's mind finally turned around and stopped saying that he was painting ant. The bun seemed to be doing a long-distance race. She didn't feel like celebrating after winning. She was just breathing and was so tired. I didn't expect that what I wanted to try to draw was not as tired as the ant. He needed to sit down and not draw rabbits in the future.
After knowing that Brother Baozi was painting for himself, Tongtong jumped out of bed, grabbed the tissue in the tissue tube with her little hand, grabbed a clean one, and handed it to Brother Baozi: "Brother, wipe it, sweat."
The bum's forehead was full of sweat because it was tired of painting.
"Thank you, sit down." Baozi pulled his sister's little hands and sat down together.
Tongtong sat quietly beside him, stop crying, and looked like a little rabbit, so obedient.
Baozi likes her like this and likes her very much. Most of the children in kindergartens can’t stop crying and ask the teacher to pick her up and coax her. But the younger sister is different, so she is so obedient.
Baozi likes good kids. Although he has many little girls in kindergarten, Baozi thinks that those little girls are not as good as this sister, and they all like to hang around him like little sparrows, which is so noisy. Therefore, when he thinks of such a good little sister, she was made to cry by the old witch, Baozi was very angry and said, "I know why you don't like them anymore."
Tongtong had a little brain. Brother Baozi was so nice. Adults didn't understand why. As long as she was close to the old witch, only Brother Baozi could understand her.
"They scolded my mother, and I hate them." Tongtong said.
"Don't be afraid! If they dare to do anything to you in the future, I will have me!" Xiao Baozi patted his little breasts, like a man who stood up and down. "My grandfather said that we are warriors and are not afraid of powerful people. The stronger the enemy, the less we are afraid, the more we can defeat them."
Tongtong's eyes widened as if she wanted to imprint Brother Baozi's tall figure deeply in her eyes.
Bai Lu was very relieved to hand over the two children to her mother-in-law. Mrs. Lu didn't know how many children she had taken with her, and she never made any mistakes.
At noon, she asked Afang to come out for dinner together.
When Afang saw her driving, she drove a long way to the spicy and sour rice noodle shop run by Miao Xin. Miao Xin now has to take care of Miao’s father, so she has no time to leave the spicy and sour rice noodle shop to others to take care of.
After stopping the car, Bai Lu said to Afang: "Is it good for us to eat spicy and sour rice noodles?"
"I don't pick on food." Afang said, still having questions about her move.
When I entered the rice noodle shop, due to the long driving time, the store had passed the peak period of customers. There were only a few people in it.
Bai Lu found a table, pulled Afang to sit down, sucked chopsticks and washed it, and said to Afang: "This restaurant is delicious, you will know after you eat it later."
Afang had already said that he was not picky about food, so he didn't know how to answer Bai Lu's words. Bai Lu's words seemed to be talking to himself.
After a while, a clerk wrote down the menu they ordered and walked back to the kitchen. The wind chimes at the door were dinging, and another customer came in.
Afang turned her head and saw that it was a young woman wearing a long ethnic dress. The woman looked very strange and she probably had never seen her before. But the woman looked at them in a little surprised and smiled, saying, "Secretary Bai, why are you here?"
The person who came in was Lin Yuanyuan, who opened a musical instrument store to sell it to Lu Yatou’s violin. She was classmates from that year with Bai Lu’s sister.
Speaking of buying a violin in Lin Yuanyuan at that time, and entrusting Lin Yuanyuan to find a music teacher for Lu Yatou. Later, Bai Lu had a lot of work and helped Lu Yatou learn piano, she didn't contact Lin Yuanyuan any more.
"The spicy and sour noodles here are delicious. I want to thank you for introducing me to a good place." Bai Lu smiled and waved to Lin Yuanyuan.
Lin Yuanyuan did not refuse to come over. The clerk knew that she was a regular customer and brought her a chair.
"I didn't expect Secretary Bai to be obsessed with hot and sour noodles." Lin Yuanyuan and sister Bai Lu talked about the topic of hot and sour noodles.
"I never refuse delicious food," Bai Lu said.
Lin Yuanyuan seemed to remember the meal he had with Bai Lu here at this time, and smiled and inquired: "Later, I heard that Secretary Bai went to the hospital for an injection, and it seemed that he was allergic?"
"Is that so? Who did you hear?" Bai Lu seemed to be slightly awkward.
Chapter completed!