"Mom, mother,..." The crisp little boy's voice sounded from outside with a hint of crying.
Fu Ziya was making lunch when she heard Little Baozi's voice and ran out quickly: "Little Baozi, what's wrong?"
I carefully looked at my son's body up and down. His face and body were a little dirty, and his skin was scratched, but fortunately it wasn't serious.
The little bun looked at his mother aggrievedly:
"Mom, Xiao Shitou and the others said I was a wild child without a father. They stopped playing with me.
He still bullied me, but I got angry and hit him back. Mom, am I really a wild child? "
Fu Ziya's heart felt as if she had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, with various flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty intertwined together.
She didn't know how to face her child's problems, as if she was lost in a fog and couldn't find the way forward.
Anxiety, confusion, and uneasiness came flooding back to her, making her feel extremely heavy.
Since she lost her memory five years ago, she has been living here with her children.
In the past five years, her memory has not recovered.
Little Baozi is the most important existence in her life.
She didn't dare to take any risks.
Fortunately, there was space. Even in such a difficult place, she raised the little bun very well.
This is also thanks to the help of the aunt’s family.
For five years they became a family.
She regards her eldest mother as her biological mother and eldest brother, and her younger sister naturally regards her eldest brother and younger sister as her own.
In the past five years, she had lived a very peaceful and peaceful life, and could even be said to be very happy.
Only occasionally there was a faint pain in her heart.
But she didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it was a mental illness with little impact, except that she occasionally felt a little sad at night.
Fu Ziya gently touched the little bun's face,
"Little Baozi, you are not a wild child, you are my mother's little baby.
You have a father, and your father is a great hero. He just went to a far away place to catch bad guys. "
Little Baozi's originally aggrieved face immediately put on a smile:
"I know mom, dad is a great hero, so when will my dad come back? Little Baozi really wants a dad to play with me."
Fu Ziya smiled: "Little Baozi, when daddy kills all the bad guys, he will come back. We just need to wait at home with peace of mind for daddy to come back."
"Oh, okay, I will have a father soon." The little bun immediately forgot about what he was unhappy about just now.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise outside, including the cry of a child.
"Little Baozi, get out of here. How did you teach a child? You made my little stool look like this."
Not long after, they saw a tall, slightly stout woman, Huang, walking towards them holding a child slightly larger than a small bun.
The woman's steps were steady and strong, and the child followed the woman closely, looking westward curiously.
But there was still some blood on the child's nose.
"Look, Little Baozi beat my little stool until my nose bleeds. If I don't come up with ten eggs to compensate, this matter will never end."
"Ten eggs? Damn that little stool, why don't you go and grab it?
Why don't you ask my little bun why he wants to hit the stool?
Besides, it’s still unclear who will make the first move?
The size of your little stool is obviously a disadvantage for my little bun.
Did you see that the skin on my little bun’s face was scratched? It takes at least twenty eggs to make it good. "
Fu Ziya held the little bun in her arms. It was obvious that she had already adapted to the life here in five years.
Isn't it just quarreling unreasonably?
In the past five years, she had nothing to do, and she really learned it.
Although she had a lot of eggs, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart when she thought that he actually called the little bun a wild child without a father.
If you want to bully her pet peeve, that's not possible.
She is not a religious person.
"You, you, you only need twenty eggs for just a little bit of skin damage, is your son made of gold?
Like mother, like son.
The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
Your son is a bastard, otherwise how could the little bun have no father?
The root cause still lies with you. "
Mrs. Huang didn't expect that Fu Ziya was a hard nut. Not only did she not compensate, she even beat her up.
Since her first song, she has relied on her height and has never been a loser.
What's more, Fu Ziya is a widowed mother with no man and no support.
It's a soft persimmon, she can pinch it as much as she wants.
Fu Ziya curled her lips and smiled:
"Oh, what a good thing you are. Your son has been taught like this by you since he was a child. He has been making trouble since he was a child. Trouble comes from his mouth. Don't you know?
You've been stealing from people since you were little, do you think people don't know about it? Being spoiled is like killing a son, and your son will not end well in the future. "
"You, you, you actually cursed my child, I'm going to tear your rotten mouth apart." Huang was so angry that she wanted to attack Fu Ziya.
The group of people who gathered outside to watch the excitement covered their eyes:
【Ah ah ah, Madam Fu is definitely going to suffer. Her thin figure is no match for Huang. 】
【I don’t even dare to look, Madam Fu is going to be in trouble. 】
【This Huang takes advantage of his tall stature to be unreasonable and bully others everywhere. It's really abominable. 】
【Then what can be done? She was the head of a pawnshop in the county town, so she had connections. Even if she bullied others, she would be unlucky. 】
【Ms. Fu is the same. She is usually well-behaved, gentle and easy to talk to. Who would have thought that she would speak so harshly today. 】
【Yeah, absolutely no, she shouldn't provoke Mr. Huang. 】
【Ms. Fu seems to be in trouble now. She has thin arms and legs, so she is no match for her. 】
【We should also stay away to avoid being affected. After all, Huang’s family still has some background. 】
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At this moment, a petite and exquisite figure squeezed out from the crowded crowd and walked slowly into the house.
It turns out that my little sister has arrived!
Despite her petite figure, she has actually just turned sixteen this year.
The little girl walked up to Mrs. Huang with an angry look on her face and said loudly:
"Ms. Huang, how dare you bully my sister? Do you really think there is no one left in my family? Watch your move!"
Before she finished speaking, the little girl did not hesitate to pick up a basin full of water on the side and threw it at Mr. Huang!
The basin of water poured down like a waterfall and hit Huang hard, covering her from head to toe in an instant.
Water droplets slid down her hair and cheeks, soaking her clothes, making her look wet and miserable.
"Ha ha···"
It immediately aroused everyone's laughter.
Huang's face turned red, she felt her face was burning, and she felt embarrassed, ashamed and angry.
She glared at her younger sister and Fu Ziya fiercely, her eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, full of resentment and resentment.
