The villain was shocked: his mother used a ghost to coax the child

After returning to his room, Wen Qingliu began to study the storage talismans.

The first thing is to choose a name.

If it is simply called a storage talisman, it would not be appropriate at all.

Not only can you tell what it is about as soon as you listen to it, but it's also not explosive at all.

She heard that the talisman created by Wen Qingliu must have a name that would shake the world and make ghosts cry.

Wenjia Village.

Wen Wen sat on the bed sighing. When Wen Sheng saw her like that, he knew what was going on.

"Are you thinking about Qingliu again?"

Mrs. Wen nodded and said, "Old man, I was busy at home recently and didn't have time to visit our daughter."

"My mother-in-law sent someone to bring a message saying that the baby was born, and we don't have time to go see our little grandchildren."

"I feel really bad in my heart. Do you think Nannan will feel that we don't love her anymore?"

Wen Sheng laughed out loud upon hearing this.

"Don't think about it, old woman. Let's drive to Zhao's house to see Qingliu tomorrow morning."

After hearing this, Wen Wen felt relieved, shook off the quilt and went into bed.

Wen Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Qing Liu was born in the twelfth lunar month when the weather was very cold, and the child almost didn't survive.

The baby's cry when it was just born was as weak as that of a kitten, and it was just through the door.

As a father, he didn't hear any crying at all.

On the full moon day, a Taoist priest came to the door and said that the child was likely to die young.

But he was a blessed person, carrying many merits. He should have died on the day he was born, but his life did not end.

The old Taoist priest then asked Nannan if there was a red birthmark shaped like a maple leaf on her left shoulder.

Speaking of which, this old Taoist is also a capable man. He just pasted a talisman on Qingliu's birthmark.

When he took off the talisman again, the birthmark was gone.

Now, more than ten years have passed, and Wen Sheng still remembers what he said at that time.

"I see that this child has great ambitions. Today is her full moon day, so I want to ask you for a happy occasion."

"I, Wu Daozi, will protect her life and health, but you two must let this child recognize me as her master. From now on, she must be filial to me as she is to you."

"When she returns from her studies, the birthmark will reappear. Don't be afraid."

This matter would be of great benefit to Qingliu, so the old couple naturally agreed.

As for being afraid, that is even more impossible, no matter what Nannan becomes.

They are all his and Guilan’s good daughters.

But who would have thought that Qingliu later learned from somewhere that his mouth was sharper than a sword when it came to stabbing people.

But filial piety is true filial piety.

That girl is such a mean character, she just wants to be disliked.

As he spoke, Wen Sheng had a doting smile on his face.

Thinking back then, she was such a tiny girl, but now she is the mother of three children.

Time, it's something that waits for no one.

Wen Sheng didn't think about it anymore and fell asleep on the bed next to his wife.

The next morning, the two drove their ox cart to Linjia Village.

Wenjia Village is some distance away from Linjia Village, with three or four villages in between.

If you don't catch the bus, you will be too late.

Wen Qingyun saw his parents getting on the ox cart and followed them out.

"Mom and Dad, where are you going?"

Wen Sheng glanced at him. This brat was not as likable as his sister at all.

"Go see your sister." Wen Sheng said unhappily.

When Wen Qingyun heard this, he cried out.

"Dad and Mom, do you treat me like a human being? You didn't even take me with you on such an important matter for my sister."

Wen Qingyun jumped onto the ox cart and shouted towards the yard.

"Wangcai, let's go and see my sister."

Mrs. Wen was annoyed by this poor kid, who was always talking about money all the time.

Teenagers should get married in a few years.

I never heard him say which girl he liked.

I studied under Master Wen in the village school for several years, but I don’t know what I learned from him.

Not only did Mrs. Wen look upset, even the father Wen Sheng looked upset.

"You're a grown-up now, why don't you help your father drive the cart?"

Wen Qingyun chuckled, holding Wangcai and took the driving rope from his father's hand.

Near noon, a group of three people and a dog arrived outside the gate of Zhao's courtyard.

"mother-in-law."

When Zhao Chen heard the voice, she put Xiaoqi down from her arms, walked out and opened the door.

"Hey, my dear parents-in-law, long time no see. Come in, come in."

The ox cart drove into the yard, Wen Qingyun jumped off the cart and chuckled at Zhao Chenshi.

"Grandma Zhao."

Zhao Chen happily patted the shoulder of the young man in front of her.

"Qingyun, you've grown taller again."

"Ling'er, go and call your fourth brother's wife."

At this time, Wen Qingliu was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling uneasy.

Seventy-one looked at her legs shaking unconsciously and tried hard to suppress his smile.

"Sister Wen, don't be nervous. They are your father and mother. Although they have changed their minds, the original owner has been married for several years after all. It is normal for them to have some changes."

After hearing this, Wen Qingliu did not feel relieved, but became even more nervous.

"Fourth brother's wife, come out quickly, Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen are here."

Wen Qingliu forced herself to smile. Damn it, the author should have written about how Wen Qingliu got along with her parents.

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. Who are you? You are Wen Qingliu.

Is there anything you can't do?

That's impossible. You are Wen Qingliu, there is nothing you can't do.

it's okay no problem.

I can hide the first day of the first year, but I can't hide the fifteenth.

Wen Qingliu comforted himself, prepared himself mentally, pushed open the door and walked out.

She ran into a man who looked quite similar to her.

"Oh, I'm going!"

Wen Qingliu was startled and dodged with a slap.

The man in front of him was stunned for two seconds and snorted.

"Mom and Dad, my sister hit me again!"

Wen Sheng glanced at him indifferently, then turned to look at the little grandson in his arms.

"Suiyun, grandpa's good grandson."

"Don't be like your uncle, he's such a loser."

Wen Qingyun's eyes widened.

I was beaten by my sister and my parents didn’t take any action. Ok, I’m used to it.

But what is he teaching his second nephew now?

Wen Qingyun covered his face and jumped to Wen Sheng's side in a few steps.

"Nephew, don't listen to your grandpa, your uncle is the most handsome."

Xiaoliu giggled and Wen Sheng turned to look.

This silly boy says he is the most handsome even with a slap mark on his face.

"Father, mother."

Hearing their beloved daughter's voice, the old couple smiled.

Mrs. Wen even put her granddaughter back into her grandmother's arms and turned to walk to her own daughter.

"Oh my, my dear, I miss you so much."

Looking at the scene of the two women in the family sympathizing with each other, Wen Qingyun understood a truth.

At home, the elder sister comes first, and the mother comes second.

The third is dad, and the fourth is Wangcai.

The last one is him.

"Mom, I miss you too."

For some reason, when Wen Qingliu saw the old couple, he felt that he was not unfamiliar with them.

"Nannan, mom brought you your favorite pickled cucumbers."

Wen Qingliu looked happy, but she wasn't pretending, because she really liked eating pickled cucumbers.

Wen Qingliu walked around Wen and opened the jar of pickles on the table.

He picked up the chopsticks and picked up a cucumber.

"Mom, your pickling skills are getting better and better!"