Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Although a lot of people in the team have left, there are still a lot left. They are all serious Kung Fu learners and have taught tuition.Fu Hong can't let people fail to learn real skills, and he is busy all morning.Eating at noon is also barely enough, so I invited an aunt who specializes in cooking to help.In the afternoon, Liao Chengming's son finished his interest get out of class and came to the class to find his father.

"Dad!" Liao Dong was several years older, and he looked like a big boy wearing a red scarf, "Mom asked you to go home and cook for me!"

"She went to play mahjong again?" Liao Chengming seemed to fly down from the pile, "You take Xiaocheng to play for a while, and Dad will get you something to eat when he's done working. Are you tired from class?"

"Not tired, Dad, be careful!" Liao Dong took off his schoolbag and came over. It was strange that he usually sat in a small place, but today he sat in a row with 4 people.

One of them was still crying.Liao Dong is not a careful character either. His father asked him to watch over Fucheng, but he only cared about Fucheng. "What are you doing, Xiaocheng?"

Fucheng was sleepy from the sun, squinted his eyes and raised his face, straightening his hat.suddenly smiled. "Hello, Brother Xiaodong."

Jiang Bai was looking at his mobile phone, and raised his face, looking at the older child in front of him warily.

"Come on, get up." Liao Dong helped him up and sat down again, with a soft little person in his arms, "Go to sleep now."

Fucheng was so sleepy that his head was bit by bit, and he continued to stare in the arms of the older child.Usually my father hugs me, my uncle hugs me, and when the adults are not free, I let Brother Xiaodong hug me, I am used to it.Liao Dong didn't say hello to the children next to him either, thinking that they were too young to chat, so he took out a comic to read.

Looking at it, a head leaned over to the side. "Big brother, what are you looking at?"

"Hokage." When Liao Dong looked up, it was the one crying out of breath, "Who are you?"

"Qiu Li, my parents sent me here, come pick me up at night." Qiu Li cried until his eyes disappeared, "Where did you see Hokage? Show me too."

"You don't understand." Liao Dong looked for himself.Qiu Li and Qing Rang changed seats and watched together with their eyelids closed, forgetting to cry.

Qing let no one pay attention, and dared not talk to the one who delivered the chocolate.The guy who delivered the chocolates kept staring at this side, not knowing who to look at, and took out his mobile phone from time to time to send a text message to his parents.

He already has a mobile phone, Qing Rang is very envious, adults have mobile phones, and he has them all.

It wasn't until dinner that Fu Hong had the time to take care of his son, and Liao Dong dutifully held him. "Give it to me quickly, you're tired." He took it first, then looked at the three children next to him and frowned.

I called the Qiu family, and when I heard that the child was so delicate and kept crying, I didn't come to pick it up, saying that I must let my son suffer a little bit, it's too shameful to be at home, and I have to be fed by an adult to drink saliva.The kid from the Qing family couldn't send it back either, so he continued to smash his hands tonight.The young master of the Jiang family...

Fu Hong really didn't know how to deal with it.He won't perform for others just because he charges some money, it's not that he doesn't lack money, but he still has a bit of temper in his bones.Parents don't like to talk, but children are good, and they don't make trouble all afternoon.

The sitting posture is correct, the facial features are beautiful, just like the name, Jiang Bai, a clean sheet of white paper.

The driver of Jiang's family helped a lot in the afternoon, moving things and equipment, but Fu Hong could see that he was not only as simple as a driver, but also acted like a family man, he should be retired from the army Yes, maybe he is still a soldier king.They are all experts, who is hiding who, Fu Hong guessed that his identity is not only a driver, but also a bodyguard.

It's unusual for such a young child to use bodyguards.Such a large bodhisattva cannot be kept in the small courtyard of Fujiaban.

The children of Jiang's family were taken away by the driver without eating, and the rest ate together.Maybe it was because he was really hungry. Qiu Li was so exhausted from crying that he picked up the dumplings with his chopsticks and ate half of them, spit out half, and didn't even eat the dumpling wrappers.Fu Hong had no choice but to hand over Fucheng to Liao Chengming, and stuffed him with a spoon.

When it comes to eating, my precious son is good and never picky eaters.Just as Fu Hong gagged him, Qiu Li raised his legs and ran all over the courtyard. Although he was thin and weak, he ran quite fast, and Fu Hong chased after him with a spoon.The small courtyard that had just quieted down became lively again.

Fucheng stuffed vegetable and egg porridge into his mouth with a small wooden spoon, but his mind was not here.He missed the chocolate that the kid who didn't say a word that afternoon gave him, it was still in the small cloth bag.

At night, when it was time to go to bed, Fu Hong turned up the heater and made the bed.Boil hot water for the three children to bathe and soak their feet.Children are not as powerful as adults, and it is useless to bathe in hot water, they must soak their feet.Sitting in a row again, Fu Hong gave each of them a small washbasin with a suitable water temperature, and put their little feet in it one by one.

"Hiss..." Qiu Li was very delicate, "It's a bit hot."

"Is it hot?" Fu Hong poured cold water again, "What about now?"

Qiu Li wiped his red eyes. "It's cold again."

Fu Hong was speechless for a while, so he hurriedly sent this coquettish bag back tomorrow.

Qingrang is honest, like a little wooden man, he can play with it however he likes, but Fu Hong feels that the child lacks aura, and wonders if the family control is too strict, and he doesn't let the child play enough with only reading.When it was time to wipe his own son's feet, Fu Cheng didn't rush to get on the bed, but clutched the small cloth bag.

"What's the matter? What's hidden in the small bag?" Fu Hong smiled and applied sheep oil to Xiaobai's feet, along with his calves.I really didn't know how to be rare, so I took my son's little foot and took a bite.He then lightly massaged the thighs of the two short legs, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

It's really uncomfortable to be a master by yourself, and your children will practice and suffer under your own hands.But entrusting the child to others to practice, I am afraid that others will be cruel.The conditions in the small town are really poor, alas, if I can have a strict and caring person to take care of me in the future, I can rest assured.But besides myself, where can I find such a person?

Fucheng kicked his legs, clutching the small cloth bag, with the smell of milk in his mouth.He put his arm around Dad and kissed him up. "Father, I will practice hard tomorrow. I won't cry anymore."

Such an obedient son couldn't help feeling sorry for him, so Fu Hong hugged his son in his arms and kissed him again before stuffing the three of them together into the bed.He probably knew what was in the small cloth bag. Liao Chengming always stuffed it with snacks, such as small biscuits and jelly beans.But my son is not very hungry.

"It won't hurt if you practice again, and it won't hurt when you grow up." Fu Hong covered the three of them with a quilt and went out to make a phone call.

There were only three children left in the room, and it was Qing Rang who spoke first: "Qiu Li, stop crying, or you will lose your eyesight if you cry again."

"That's right." Fu Cheng really didn't understand why he was crying, "Why are you always crying?"

"I want to go home." Qiu Li ate a few dumplings at night, and he yelled when he was asked to eat again, his throat hurt, "I miss my parents, grandparents, grandparents, grandparents..."

"Wow, there are so many people in your family..." Fucheng was so envious.

"There are a lot of people in my family too." Qing Rang interjected quietly, completely dumbstruck.

Just when Fu Hong walked into the room, he smiled, and the three children have chatted, and they should be familiar with each other within two days.

When the lights were turned off, Fucheng covered his head with the quilt, and felt his heart beating while touching the small cloth bag.It was obviously given by others, but it was wrong to accept it behind my father's back.After a while, the people beside him were surging, he stretched out his head to see, Qiu Lizuanqing let go under the quilt, the two of them looked like one person.

After listening carefully, Qiu Li cried again.Fucheng sniffed his nose, and poked his index finger into the small cloth bag.It doesn't matter if you don't poke it, it will be soft once you poke it, like the plasticine that Dad bought.

Pulling out his finger and putting it in his mouth, Fu Cheng didn't understand why the chocolate turned into plasticine and stuck in his little cloth bag.It's not sweet, it's bitter.

Early the next morning, Fu Hong first picked up his sleeping son, and went to the yard for a stroll.The town is still small, so it won't last long, and I cried and persisted for half an hour.Qiu Li was still asleep, Qing Rang woke up, but he didn't come out, he didn't have the energy of a boy, he just wandered around the house.Fu Hong wiped his son's face, anointed with oil, hugged and kissed his son, and waited for the students from Fu's class to come, and the big guys had breakfast together.

The courtyard door was knocked again.

But it must not be the young master of the Jiang family, Fu Hong opened the door.

"Hello, Uncle Fu." Jiang Bai bowed.

"I'm really sorry, Boss Jiang and the others are still on a business trip. This child doesn't live with the nanny at home. He will come to your place when he wakes up in the morning." The driver laughed along.

They were all delivered to the door, and Fu Hong couldn't make a fuss. Just like that, four small groups sat in a row again, three of them were wearing down jackets, one was wearing a small padded jacket, and they were also wearing white woolen hats with fluffy balls.

Qiu Li and Qing Rang have been playing together since they could walk, chatting with each other, and then turned around: "What's your name?"

"Jiang Bai." Jiang Bai looked at the lions in this courtyard all over, they are so similar, they are exactly the same as the lions in his hometown, "Your name is Qiu Li, your name is Qing Rang, I have not forgotten."

"Why do you have a big scar on your hand?" Qiu Li asked again, his eyes were ridiculously swollen.

"I... I was injured before." Jiang Bai pursed his lips and scanned the yard, only to be relieved when he saw the driver at home.Upon hearing the injury, Fu Cheng curiously turned around to look at it, took a look and was startled, and let out a shallow cry.

After screaming, he stretched out his hand to feel it. It was a big scar with blood.

After a while, the three little guys crowded their heads together to look at the scar on Jiang Bai's hand.Jiang Bai finished reading them, put on his little gloves, and suddenly saw the little cloth bag.

"Hey, your chocolate has melted?" Jiang Bai asked Fucheng, "Why don't you eat it?"

Fu Cheng shook his head, looking towards his father.

Jiang Bai took off the gloves again, turned the small cloth bag over, and the brown chocolate melted and solidified, sticking to a large piece. "Chocolate is delicious."

"Really, it's delicious." Qiu Li nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Brother, do you have any more? I still want to eat."

"Yes." Jiang Bai opened his schoolbag and let them take it by themselves.Qiu Li and Qing Rang squatted down to carefully select, while Fu Cheng sat still on the pony tie, groping around with both hands, grabbing on his small cloth bag.

"Wow, there's a pocky!" Qiu Li held up a box, "Let's eat this!"

Fucheng grabbed the small cloth bag again and watched them unpack the box.When they were eating, Fucheng turned his head away, not looking, and kept his legs straight.

"Do you like to eat pocky?" Jiang Bai pulled Fucheng's pony towards him.

Fucheng didn't plan to talk to him, but only looked at his father.

Jiang Bai thought for a while and stretched out his hand. "The wound on my hand hurts."

Fucheng swayed, scratching his cotton trousers anxiously with both hands, and engaged in an ideological struggle. "My father has medicine, and my uncle Si also has medicine. If you take the medicine, it won't hurt if you take it."

"Tearing the book? Why are you tearing the book?" Jiang Bai approached him, "Do you like pocky? I still have a lot at home. Do you still want to eat chocolate? The chocolate is too hot... it melted, so eat it quickly .”

Qiu Li and Qing Rang found something over there, the two of them were eating happily, Fu Cheng rubbed his little hands on the cloth bag, he had never heard of things with foreign names.

He didn't get a response, and Jiang Bai didn't keep asking. The child's mood went up and down, and he was so patronizing that he had to look at the big lion.It wasn't until his few boxes of biscuits were divided that he remembered that there was a quiet Fucheng next to him.

There are chocolates in the bag, which are very expensive, and things at home are never cheap.Jiang Bai picked up one and stuffed it aside: "Why don't you talk to me? Do you want to play mobile games? I have a Tom cat in my mobile phone for you to play with."

Fucheng looked at the chocolate, then at his father.Shake your head.

At this moment, Jiang Bai understood, and whispered in his ear, "Are you afraid of your father? I'll take you to the house to eat secretly. Let's go, I'll take you there."