Chapter 165： people are not tall

Chapter 165 People are not tall

Yanxi has never made a sound since she ran out with her medicine box in her arms.

Standing there motionless.

It wasn't until I heard "Okay" in my ear that I came back to my senses.

The wound on the back of the hand has been treated with medicine and wrapped with a bandage.

It was Fu Yanchi, who was sick, helped him deal with it himself.

Surrounded by many people, in the cool temperature of late autumn, he could easily feel the heat radiating from their bodies.

Obviously unfamiliar, but the concern in their eyes, words, and actions is so natural.

It was so natural that he couldn't feel uncomfortable.

"Flying over in the afternoon? Sit down and drink a glass of water to rest, and you can eat later."

The woman's warm and cool voice sounded beside her.

Yanxi raised her eyes, a water glass was stuffed in her hand, and the woman put a small stool at his feet.

On one side, when the woman mentioned the word "eating", the old woman in an apron slapped her thigh, dragged the uncle and hurried to the stove, "Oh, it's broken, the vegetables are still burning in my pot, it's too late Already!"

"My braised pork! Aunt Zhang, I'm going to make a fuss. You turn over the dishes first. If it gets burnt, I'll have to eat pickles tonight!" Pot braised pork.

The old man raised his voice in the courtyard and made sarcastic remarks, gloating, "Why can I only eat pickles? The vegetables that Yueyue and Ah Chi just washed are not vegetables? Juicy cabbages!"

Fu Yanchi, "It doesn't seem like I've ever given you meat, so it's a joke to be so greedy?"

In the kitchen, Uncle Gui's voice came straight, "Old Fu, Mr. Fu, I'm in charge of the fire."

The two people in the courtyard immediately restrained themselves, lowered their voices and bit their ears.

"I can't offend you for the time being. I haven't cooked my braised fish yet. He's getting angry. I'm sure my fish will be muddled."

"Uncle Gui can kill you with this trick, so bear with it first, and settle the score with him after dinner."

"Well, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

Yanxi raised her eyes, looked at the giggling little baby squatting in front of him, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Then grandparents and grandchildren are not afraid of teaching bad children?

"Uncle, did you come here by plane?" Wa'er tilted her head, curious and worried, "Is it because you lost a fight? Have you been bullied?"

Yanxi straightened her back, sneered and raised her voice, "I will lose in a fight? Have you never seen—"

"But you were held down by Uncle Agui just now."

"..."

Yanxi suspects that this little boy is more than four years old.

It is impossible for a four-year-old doll to speak every word to his heart.

Fu Yanchi was in a good mood, and he didn't hesitate to answer her daughter's doubts, "Uncle Agui has won the Sanda championship, and he used to be nicknamed the King of Capture when he was in the army. He can hit ten embroidered pillows like your uncle's."

Qiqi, "Wow!"

After wowing, Wa'er quietly asked the little Dandan, "Dandan, what is a Sanda champion and what is a capture king?"

The little egg man shrank lazily in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Ask your dad directly."

"But if I ask, it will appear that I don't understand anything, and my father and the others will treat me like a baby."

"You were originally a little doll."

"I want to grow up quickly."

"Then after getting up every day, ask your dad to pull you up, and you will grow up soon."

"..." Qiqi's face turned dark.

Did Eggy think she is a fool?

A four-year-old doll also knows that people can't stand tall!

After teasing the little doll, the sound disappeared in the sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter how busy it is outside, the little egg man is not affected at all.

This time is too happy.

Crossing Erlang's legs, counting five colored energy **** in front of him, the little egg man grinned to the sky.

During the day when Yanhuai's family came to Taoxi Village, he earned three energy balls, and the energy that flew in after that was endless.

Now I have saved five, and with half of them, the energy task can be completed.

It just needs to wait patiently until 1992, let Song Yueliang survive the catastrophe, and then help Fu Yanchi fulfill his long-cherished wish, and then he can go home.

Two years, it can afford to wait!

The little egg man shook his legs, thinking that the next time it rains and thunders, he will do something to let Lei Peng go home and visit his relatives.

Perfect.

…

After dinner, the whole family sat in the yard, chatting nonsense in the dark.

In the main room, the women, women, and sons of carrots gathered together, discussing loudly and laughing loudly.

Some villagers like to join in the fun. Instead of watching TV, they sit in the yard with a stool and join in the chatting team.

In short, it is just a word for trouble.

It's very noisy.

This kind of scene is not seen in the bustling Kyoto. The excitement of chatting with each other only appears at various receptions and banquets, but those are not called small talk, but entertainment.

Yanxi snatched a bamboo chair, placed herself in the bustle of the small mountain village, savored the coziness, and felt overwhelmed with joy.

On the reclining chair next to him, Fu Yanchi, a sick man, was holding up his mobile phone and dialing a number.

"Hey, Dad, it's me. Yanxi ran away from home, right? I'm here."

This opening remark made Yan Xi jump up immediately, reaching out to grab the phone, but froze when she heard the man's next words.

"Let him stay here for a while, relax, he must have been wronged."

"You don't know what kind of temper your own son has? What kind of bad things can an idiot who sees an old vegetable farmer selling vegetables pitifully and goes shopping for vegetables with a steel coin that he has saved for a year?"

"Talk to Aunt Meng so she won't worry. Well, that's it, you don't need to talk to him, he doesn't want to listen to what you say."

Yanxi maintains a fluttering posture, "..."

He looked down at the man who had just hung up the phone, and paused every word, "Who are you calling stupid?"

"Ah, did you hear that?"

"..." If he strangles Fu Yanchi to death now, will Uncle Gui jump him?

If not, he would like to try it!

That's it, how can he treat him as a brother? Grass!

The young man lay back on the bamboo chair angrily, closed his eyes and stopped talking, and made a gesture of refusing to talk.

Covered by the night, no one saw the young man with his eyes closed, and a tail of red quietly overflowed from the end of his eyes.

It is the grievance that can be vented only after someone cares about and cares after being injured.

Qiqi nestled in her mother-in-law's arms, tilting her head to watch this scene.

Little children always have countless curiosity, "Mother-in-law, uncle doesn't really hate daddy, does he? Then why does he always talk to daddy so fiercely?"

"Because your uncle and father are boys." Zhang Xifeng laughed.

"What happened to the boys?"

"Boy, you have a bad temper."

"Everyone's way of getting along is different. Some people are straightforward, while others are indirect." Song Yueliang added, "People like Taoxi Village are mostly straightforward and say what they have, so they can be seen at a glance. As for your father and uncle, they are more circuitous, and they have to turn corners in what they say and do. If they are awkward, it is easy to cause misunderstandings. Different living environments have different personalities."

"Then is mother straightforward or roundabout?" Wa'er asked again.

Song Yueliang paused, subconsciously looked at Fu Yanchi, and the man happened to be looking at him too.

Looking at each other, the man immediately seized the opportunity to wink.

Song Yueliang withdrew her eyes lightly, "Mom's temperament is somewhere in between, she is straightforward with the straightforward people, and devious to the circuitous ones."

After a distance, Fu Yanchi couldn't hear what the mother and daughter were saying.

But my neck feels a bit chilly.

As if someone was going to kill him.