A few days later.
Fu'er excitedly ran to the field to find Lang Xing, gestured with his little hand and said, "Dad, I want a knife, just like Brother Goudan's knife, faster than his!"
Lang Xing smiled and shook his head and said, "That won't work. You are too young to play with a real knife. It will hurt you. Let's play with your wooden knife first."
"Dad..., I want..." Fu'er was greatly disappointed and pursed his lips in grievance. His father always responded to his requests. He originally thought that his father would definitely give him a knife that was sharper than Brother Goudan's knife.
Langxing squatted down and said patiently, "Only adults can use real knives. That kind of knife is too sharp. If you are not careful, you will cut your hand and bleed. It hurts, aren't you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid!" Fu'er clenched her fists and tried her best to show her bravery.
Lang Xing smiled and said, "When it's really scratched, you should cry. Children have to play with things that children should play with, otherwise they will be stupid. Would you rather be a smart kid or a stupid kid?"
"I won't cry, I want a knife." Fuer's eyes were filled with anger. Brother Goudan showed off in front of him just now, which made him want a knife so much.
"This really doesn't work, let's find another one. Don't you want a puppy? I'll find a puppy for you tomorrow, okay?"
"No..., I want a knife..." Fu'er cried, mainly because he always responded to requests. No matter how good Langxing's teaching was, such a young child would inevitably be spoiled and lose his temper.
"You are a bit ignorant. No matter how much you cry, you can't give me what you can't give. Do you have to be stupid?" Lang Xing put away his smile, but his tone was still gentle.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Fu'er cried and went to find Su Wan.
After returning home, he cried loudly and grabbed Su Wan's skirt, crying aggrievedly, "Mom... I want a knife, but dad won't give it..."
After Su Wan asked clearly, she stroked his head and said, "I can't give this to you. Your father is right. A child like this is stupid when playing with a knife. He will definitely cut you."
"No...Mom...I want a knife...I want a knife..." Seeing that Mom also refused to give it, Fu'er felt even more aggrieved, but he didn't dare to roll around and just continued to talk indistinctly while sobbing.
Need a knife.
Su Wan lowered her face, and just as she was about to teach him a few words, Langxing sent a spiritual message, "Give it to him, I'll give it to him right now."
Su Wan frowned slightly, already guessing that this precious son was going to be in trouble, and wanted to dissuade Lang Xing, but after some hesitation, she still leaned down and said to Fu'er, "If you really want it, then we will give it to you. Don't cry."
Now, you will have a knife in a moment."
"Yeah! Mom!" Fu'er's little face full of tears immediately smiled, and he opened his little arms to hug Su Wan, "I want a really fast one, even faster than Brother Goudan's."
"Okay." Su Wan said lightly, looking at her son
He looked silly and happy, but secretly felt sad.
During lunch, Langxing put a sharp knife on the table. The knife was not only beautiful but also extremely sharp.
Fu'er's eyes suddenly lit up. He excitedly grabbed the knife and waved it repeatedly. He couldn't put it down and looked at it again and again.
"Listen to what I have to say." Lang Xing handed him a wooden scabbard.
"Yeah! Dad!" Fu'er awkwardly stuffed the knife into the scabbard, still looking at it endlessly. After realizing that his father and mother were waiting for him, he quickly put the knife on his waist.
Lang Xing said calmly, "This is what you really want, right?"
"Yes." Fu'er nodded. No matter what, he didn't regret it. He had to have this knife.
Lang Xing stared into his eyes and said, "I said, this is silly, right?"
"Yeah." Fu'er pursed her lips and covered her collar with her hands, fearing that her father would take the knife back.
"You don't think this is stupid, do you?"
Fu'er didn't say anything. Of course he didn't think it was stupid, but he was five years old and could already see some signs. He didn't want to make his father angry.
Langxing asked calmly, "Why don't we want to give you a knife? How did we persuade you? Tell me again."
"Say... I will cut myself." After Fu'er said this, he immediately puffed up his chest and said, "I won't cry, even if I get cut!"
Lang Xing nodded and said, "Okay, remember our advice and your own words, and eat."
"Yeah!" Fu'er picked up the bowl and started to devour it. He was cautious, thinking that if he pretended to be busy eating, his parents would no longer be able to talk about the knife. Facts have proved that he was thinking too much.
, until he ran out after eating, his parents didn't mention the knife again.
When Fu'er was far away, Su Wan said to Lang Xing dissatisfied, "Do you have to let him suffer this? You are so hard-hearted."
Lang Xing shook his head helplessly and said, "There are some things that cannot be solved by reasoning alone."
"He is so young, how pitiful he is." Su Wan said distressedly.
Langxing glanced up at the sky and said, "Compared to God who has lived for tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years, we are just children. If he doesn't teach us a lesson, we don't know how high the sky is."
Su Wan narrowed her eyes slightly, and just when she was about to say something, Fu'er's cry could be heard in the distance.
Fu'er ran across the bridge and couldn't wait to take out the knife, unsheathed it, waved his hand and chopped off the branch of a weed on the side. The branch broke quietly. This knife is so fast, better than Brother Goudan.
The knife is even faster! He is so tall
Xing Jin didn't want to mention it. While looking at the knife in his hand, he quickened his pace to show off to Brother Goudan.
At this moment, he tripped over something and fell down. The knife in his hand cut his other arm.
"Mom! Wuwuwu...Dad..." Fu'er was so frightened that she started to cry when she saw the blood pouring out.
Su Wan frowned and glanced at Lang Xing dissatisfied.
Lang Xing said innocently, "I didn't do anything wrong. It was really him who tripped and fell, and I even helped him up, otherwise the knife would have cut deeper."
Listening to Fu'er's miserable cries, Su Wan didn't care what to say and ran out quickly.
Fu'er's cry made the whole village cry. Some helped Su Wan bandage the child, and some blamed why such a young child was allowed to get the knife.
Fu'er was quite responsible. When he saw everyone blaming his father and mother, he cried and said, "I insisted on them giving it to me, woo woo woo..."
"You guys dote on your children too much, and you give away knives at will!" Aunt Lu became even more dissatisfied.
Seeing their grandson bleeding so much, Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang sighed heartbrokenly. It was indeed their daughter and son-in-law's fault this time, and they could not speak for these two people.
Su Wan said to Fu'er, "Did you hear that? Just because you are willful, your father and mother have been blamed. Didn't you say you didn't cry even if you were cut?"
"I...I won't cry...wuwuwu..." Although Fu'er wanted to hold back, it was too painful. Although the crying was much quieter, he still couldn't stop it.
"You two are good in every way, but you dote on your children too much." Aunt Lu said sadly.
Su Wan looked at Fuer aggrievedly.
Fu'er immediately cried and said to her mother, "It's all my fault, not my parents. My parents told me that this is stupid... wu wu wu..."
"Good boy, just know that you are wrong." Su Wan picked up Fu'er and secretly used some magic power to relieve some of his pain.
"This child is so sensible and heartbreaking." Aunt Lu stroked Fu'er's head and complained to Su Wan, "Stop pampering him so much, otherwise no matter how good the child is, he will be spoiled."
Xiao Zheng's daughter-in-law said on behalf of Su Wanming, "Let's talk about it in two ways. The reason why Fu'er is so sensible is not because of the good teaching of the couple. We can't compare to the patience of the two parents with their children. They doted on them a little bit, but you see
This child is in so much pain that he still doesn't forget to speak up for his parents. He is only five years old and is much better than our Ting'er."
"It's so pitiful." Aunt Zhang patted Fu'er's head sympathetically.
Aunt Lu turned to little Zheng's wife and said, "You two are so spoiled for your children that you even harm your own family's melons."
Xiao Zheng's wife smiled and said, "The two children have realized their mistake.
They also swept the yard and the chicken coop for me. Otherwise, they know how to teach children. Even our Ting'er has learned to be sensible." She pinched Fu'er's cheek and said, "Fu'er is the most sensible.
Come on, stop crying, don’t play with knives anymore, it hurts so much if you get cut.”
"Well..." Fu'er flattened his mouth pitifully. Because it didn't hurt much anymore, he could hold back from crying. He looked at Goudan and said carelessly, "Brother Goudan, my knife."
It’s faster than yours and can cut off small branches in one go.”
Now everyone understood what was going on. Po Yang was so angry that she hit Goudan with her hand and said, "Why don't you teach him better! Our Fu'er is such a sensible child, how can you teach him to play with knives?"
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Aunt Lu suddenly became embarrassed and raised her hand to hit the dog's egg, cursing, "You bastard, how can you teach a child to play with a knife!"
Goudan ran away quickly and said unconvinced, "I just want him to experience it. Who taught him how to play with knives?"
"Still talking back!" Aunt Lu was so angry that she chased after him and beat him.
"You're just teaching him how to play!" Xing'er felt sorry for Fu'er and shouted angrily to Goudan.
"Okay, okay, let him learn a lesson, a small cut is nothing." Su Wan finished speaking quite decently, and went home with Fu'er in her arms.
Langxing was waiting at the door, pretending to be surprised and asked Fu'er, "You cut yourself so quickly? Are you crying?"
"No..., I cried..." Fu'er wanted to deny it, but then he admitted it, feeling aggrieved and started crying again.
"Okay, it's okay that I couldn't hold it back at the time. Shouldn't I cry now?" Lang Xing said with a smile.
"Well, I won't cry..." Fu'er held back the tears that were falling down.
"Does it hurt?"
"pain……"
"Silly?"
"stupid……"
"Are you still playing with knives?"
Fu'er hesitated and didn't answer, he still wanted the knife.
Lang Xing glanced at Su Wan, and Su Wan had no choice but to withdraw her spell.
"It hurts..." Fu'er immediately cried out in pain.
Lang Xing frowned and said, "If the cut is deeper, it will hurt more, and maybe you will die. Then you will never see your parents again. Children cannot play with knives."
"Then...then I don't want a knife, I want a puppy..." Fu'er finally got scared.
Lang Xing nodded and said to Su Wan with his spiritual mind, "Don't give him any more pain relief, otherwise this cut will be in vain."
Su Wan naturally understood this truth, so she could only be cruel and let Fu'er suffer for several days. After suffering this pain, Fu'er no longer wanted the knife. After the wound healed, he had a fluffy puppy.
Chapter completed!