Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Qingyun cried sadly, and Fu Shengyu held her and comforted her for a long time. However, Qingyun was too young now and could not understand explanations of heroes, sacrifices, etc. Fu Shengyu really didn't know how to explain it to her in a simple way.

Sometimes Fu Shengyu feels that he is indeed not well educated enough and can only say “stop crying, stop crying” to comfort a child.

"Oh~" Fu Shengyu sighed, trying to understand such a young child. Don't look down on adults, because adults were also young.

"Qingyun, father is here and will always be with you."

Qingyun: What are you doing? I just recovered!

Fu Shengyu was at a loss as Qingyun cried even harder. He said that girls should be educated to pay more attention to their emotions, but he didn't understand how to deal with this emotion now.

Fu Shengyu was really having a headache. Little Qingyun cried so pitifully, as if his father and mother didn't love him.

I seem to have seen this before. If you don’t know how to solve some emotional problems, just hug them. I don’t know if it will work. Just forget it. Let’s give it a try.

Qingyun was held tightly in his arms and her back was patted gently. In the quiet room, Qingyun found her safe house. Fu Shengyu's arms were just big enough for her.

The hug was indeed a good medicine. Qingyun soon stopped crying and her breathing became steady.

Outside the window, the cold wind of late winter was howling, and inside the window was a warm yellow reading light. Accompanied by Fu Shengyu's low voice, Qingyun slowly fell asleep.

Fu Shengyu was still busy visiting relatives and friends during the New Year, and Qingyun was still entrusted to the care of Chang Jin and Cheng Yu.

Chang Jin knew that Qingyun loved listening to stories, so he specially found a lot of them. Many of the stories contained obvious biases, so he had to take notes and make revisions.

Some have indeed been changed beyond recognition, but we can learn the common sense of the times later, but subtle prejudice and denigration will be deeply rooted in people's minds.

Chang Jin is a miserable child. His parents and family only care about his masculine symbol, as if everything will be fine as long as he is a boy.

Fortunately, he met his sister and Ayin, who opened the door to a new world and new ideas for him, and he benefited greatly from them.

In front of him is a new blank sheet of paper. He wants to make this sheet of paper have infinite possibilities, to know good from evil, to understand right from wrong, and to make it endless and bottomless.

But Qingyun didn't want to hear a new story today. She found out yesterday that little Qilin's father is a professor of history at Fengzhou University and is currently studying a new subject, which little Qilin couldn't explain clearly.

She knew that Chang Jin was very talented in storytelling, and she wanted Chang Jin to learn it systematically. Chang Jin could then become Chen Musheng's teaching assistant, so that he could enter the school and attend classes.

Thinking of this, Qingyun quickly went to invite Xiao Qilin and Brother Long to go to Fufeng Fort to play.

Chang Jin sat on the sofa with a storybook in his hand. Cheng Yu went to the kitchen to order some snacks and drinks while waiting for Xiao Qingyun to come downstairs.

Qingyun changed into a simple outfit, asked Jinyu to comb a simple ponytail for her, and took some snacks from the snack cabinet before going downstairs.

Qingyun is happy to share his favorite snacks. Although protecting food is an animal instinct, when Qingyun finds out that others will not snatch these things and will even replenish them if they are gone, Qingyun no longer has any idea of ​​protecting the food.

Although there are not many pineapple candies left from Yin's brother's gift, she likes to share them with her close friends and listen to their happy thanks and praises.

Qingyun didn't want to listen to the story today, but she still wanted to tell Ajin that his story was very interesting, but she had other ideas today.

Chang Jin put the book on his lap and sat very straight, which he would do when he was not so happy, trying to show his humility and tolerance.

"Brother Ajin, I heard about Xiao Qilin's family. Brother Long's parents are so brave."

"Grandpa Wang said that everyone will forget about it soon. Can you write down the story of Brother Long's parents? Then many people will know about it." Chang Jin didn't expect this to be the case, but he didn't know any Little Qilin or Brother Long, not to mention that he didn't know the story of Brother Long's parents.

"will not."

Qingyun knew this would be the answer, but she was very good at dealing with Chang Jin.

Qingyun pretended to be surprised and looked at Chang Jin, with innocence and suspicion in his eyes, "Really? But Brother Ajin tells stories so well, father and brother Ayin both said that Brother Ajin is a good storyteller."

"Even Brother Jin doesn't know how to do it?" Qingyun ended with a pretended disappointment, with the tail tone slightly prolonged and lowered.

Chang Jin really liked this and he could hardly control the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that no one can do this. Brother Long is so pitiful." Qingyun added fuel to the fire.

Chang Jin put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, hiding the smile that was about to flow out of the corner of his mouth, "Qingyun trusts me so much, Brother Jin has to learn it even if he doesn't know how."

Qingyun looked up in surprise, and immediately smiled, a little silly, "Brother Jin is so awesome! Brother Long is so lucky."

Chang Jin couldn't help laughing, "But I don't know the story of Brother Long's parents. Does Qingyun still remember it?"

Of course Qingyun remembered it, and remembered it very clearly, but she was so young, and if she told Chang Jin everything, she would be a rare genius in the world tomorrow.

"Brother Long's parents were beaten to death by bad guys. Brother Long saw it and was so scared that he couldn't speak." Qingyun's eyes couldn't help but tear up at the thought. She simply had too much empathy.

Chang Jin thought about it and realized that he couldn't get anything from Qingyun, but he didn't dare to ask Fu Shengyu. It seemed that he had to find out from other places.

"Aunt helped and brought Brother Long back home." Qingyun acted in an admiring manner again, "Aunt is so nice."

Chang Jin’s favorite things: his sister thinks he is well-behaved, A Yin needs his help, and Qing Yun thinks he is awesome.

Okay, now my sister is involved. She also plays a hero in this. Please write it down carefully.

Then let him go and ask A Yin. Since her sister is involved, A Yin must know about these things.

So for the next period of time, Qingyun never saw Chang Jin again. Cheng Yu said that he went out to play with A Yin and never came back.

Qingyun hopes that Cheng Yu can also go out and play, she can’t stand it anymore!

I don’t know what’s wrong with Cheng Yu. He has been making desserts like crazy recently. The taste is really bad. He even asked Qingyun to taste it with a very attentive look on his face. Qingyun felt like she was going to have anorexia.

When Cheng Yu was shouting in the kitchen that the time was up, Jin Qiao finally brought over the red envelope that Qingyun had prepared.

Cheng Yu was quite excited as he brought in a plate of egg tarts. He was sure to succeed today, as the colour and aroma couldn't be wrong.

Qingyun insisted that Cheng Yu take a bite first, but this time Cheng Yu really succeeded. It would be unjust if he failed when it was so simple.

However, even if she succeeded, Qingyun didn't plan to try it. She already had a psychological trauma. Recently, she couldn't eat sweet things. She always felt that the dough was still flowing or had a strong egg smell.

Handing over the thick red envelope, Qingyun looked at Cheng Yu's stunned and embarrassed expression and said, "My father told me the story of the thousand-mile horse and the horse trainer. I didn't quite understand it, but Brother Yin said that my aunt was my father's horse trainer."

"Brother Ajin said that Brother Ayu has a dream. I am not very sensible, but I believe that Brother Ayu is also a good horse, and Qingyun also wants to be a good horse trainer."

Qingyun's eyes were bright and his face was full of childish innocence, but Cheng Yu wanted to run away. He felt guilty and cursed himself for his incompetence.

He hated his own cowardice, so he looked for other things to numb himself, as if being busy could calm his howling heart.

Cheng Yu stared at the red envelope in his hand in a daze. This amount of money was an astronomical figure for him because he could never save up enough.

After a long while, Cheng Yu suppressed his urge to burst into tears and escape, and smiled nonchalantly, "Okay, I'm really short of money now, so this money will be regarded as Qingyun's investment. When I make money in the future, I'll double it to Qingyun."

Qingyun withdrew his little hands from poking the egg tarts. The five egg tarts in a row were already full of small holes.

Cheng Yu seemed dissatisfied with Qingyun's absent-mindedness. He stretched out his hand to rub her fair and tender face and threatened: "Don't you believe that I can make money?"

"Believe it! Brother Yu will be the richest man in Fengzhou in the future."

Cheng Yu turned around, took the money and waved goodbye, "You little braggart, you're such a boaster. Whoever has the ability to be this person can take the position. Anyway, Cheng Yu might not have the chance in his lifetime."