Little One Tears The Villains Script - Chapter 106

The beginning of the new year.

Jiang Xiumei went back to town alone, only Jiang Xiaoman and Jiang Xing were in the house.

The Yu’s house next door also became quiet, and the workers and aunts also went home for the New Year holidays, and there was no movement.

Jiang Xing went out early in the morning to buy the couplet, and his uncle and nephew worked together to post it.

After it was pasted, Jiang Xing felt that it was wrong and tore it off again.

Jiang Xiaoman glanced at him and asked, “Uncle, what are you doing?”

“It doesn’t look good, this couplet is wholesale.”

“Oh.”

Isn’t it all like this?

Jiang Xiaoman didn’t understand what he was struggling with.

Within a moment, Jiang Xing found paper and ink with a red background and asked Jiang Xiaoman to write.

“You can write it.” Jiang Xing said, “After you write it, it will look good when you paste it.”

Jiang Xiaoman didn’t know where he was confident, and thought she could write well. She is a brush calligraphy that has been practiced for a few days, but at best it can only be regarded as square and square. Compared with the wholesale, it is not pretty at all.

Helpless Jiang Xing insisted, Jiang Xiaoman couldn’t help but wrote a few words of blessing. After finishing writing, I started to write couplets again.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Xiaoman didn’t figure out what couplet to write. She stared at the word “Fu” for a few moments, then suddenly moved her pen and wrote a “star”.

This Jiang Xing is happy.

The more he watched, the better he felt, and he praised: “Not bad, good luck, good fortune, simple and concise, very blessed.”

Jiang Xiaoman was also happy and started to play.

She wrote a “full house of gold and jade”, and then wrote a “single branch”.

After finishing writing, let Jiang Xing take it and paste it.

So this year’s New Year couplet of the Jiang family is unique.

Left: Outstanding

Right: Jinyu Mantang

Horizontal batch: Fuxing

There was nothing flat, no antithesis.

But Jiang Xiaoman felt very good and satisfied, and Jiang Xing also felt very good and very satisfied.

When it was done, everyone went to work on their own affairs.

Jiang Xiaoman went back to his bedroom, and spent a New Year’s greetings with Ye Jiajia and Zhang Xinhua. He was really idle and he also paid a New Year’s greeting to Sun Xiaojie.

She also called Yu Qingshi to call the New Year, but the other party did not answer.

Nothing to do, Jiang Xiaoman opened the window and started reading.

As the evening was approaching, Jiang Xiaoman came back to his senses, and when he looked up, he found that it was snowing unexpectedly.

The snow was not heavy, and it fell silently.

Jiang Xiaoman patted his face, stretched his waist, stood up and shouted downstairs: “Uncle, I’m hungry.”

Jiang Xing also has a lot of experience in how to take care of herself when Jiang Xiumei is not at home.

He asked Jiang Xiaoman to add a piece of clothing and a coat himself, and then drove out to eat hot pot.

Hey, he had already set it up.

Never again will it crash like a headless fly like the first year.

The two of my uncle and nephew had mutton hot pot, and the soup was very clear and fresh. Jiang Xiaoman first scooped up a bowl of soup and warmed his stomach, then put down the processed mutton, and then put the balls. Just as she was pressing the balls, the phone rang.

When I opened it, it was a call from Yu Qingshi.

Jiang Xiaoman took a bite of the balls, and then answered the phone in a vague voice: “Hey, Yu Qingshi, what are you doing?”

“In…” Yu Qingshi was quiet, without a sound, “looking at the moon.”

Jiang Xiaoman said, “Isn’t it snowing in your place?”

“No.”

“It’s snowing in our house.”

“Is it big?”

“It’s small.” Jiang Xiaoman stood up and came to the door. At this time, the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, and she suddenly said, “I’ll pinch a snowman for you.”

After speaking, I hung up.

Yu Qingshi frowned, wondering what she thought suddenly.

After hesitating for a long time, when Yu Qingshi was still wondering whether to continue calling her, Jiang Xiaoman sent him a photo.

She really pinched a pocket snowman. Three fingers are thick, small and cute. The little man is chubby, has no hands or neck, and his eyes are just two holes with his hands.

She put the little snowman in her hand and took a picture, and then sent it to Yu Qingshi.

In the dark night, the snowman and her palms were brightly illuminated. The palm of his hand was a little cold and red, and his slender fingers held the snowman, looking a little trembling.

It should be very ice. Yu Qingshi thought.

“This is you.” Jiang Xiaoman said, “I will pinch another me.”

“…Don’t freeze.”

“Why? It’s just a trivial matter.” Jiang Xiaoman was not afraid at all. She was hilarious, and really pinched herself again.

Put the two little snowmen together, take a picture, and send it to Yu Qingshi for viewing.

… Yu Qingshi kept silently.

He thinks these two little snowmen are also very cute.

But having said that, although Jiang Xiaoman is very confident in her hands-on ability, after so many years, the handwork is still so poor.

After eating and drinking, the uncle and nephew returned home.

The next day, when the snow stopped, Jiang Xing went to pick up Jiang Xiumei.

When Jiang Xiumei saw the couplet at the door, she stood still and watched it for a long, long time. Based on her instinct, she felt that the couplet was not right, very wrong.

Jiang Xiaoman was a little vacant. She knew that grandma valued these rituals during the New Year and New Year holidays.

Grandma is going to talk about her…

Just as Jiang Xiaoman wanted to surrender, Jiang Xiumei took the initiative: “Xiaoman, your couplet is wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

“There are too few words. Write a few more next year.”

“Oh.” Jiang Xiaoman nodded obediently, “Okay.”

Jiang Xiaoman has already thought about the couplet for next year.

Left: Outstanding

Right: Jin Yu is full of wealth

Horizontal batch: Fuxing Gaozhao

Too many words.

After the new year is spring, the weather gradually gets hotter, Jiang Xiaoman starts school, and Jiang Xing is busy.

Jiang Xiumei feels distressed for the child. She feels that Jiang Xiaoman looks thin here and thin there too. She thinks she might study hard and lose her weight, so she decided to make up for it.

Jiang Xiaoman ate the brain flowers and a series of brain-tonifying soups for a while, and finally couldn’t stand it.

She squeezed her arm, patted her belly again, and refused Jiang Xiumei’s feed.

Jiang Xiaoman said, “Grandma, if I get a little fatter, I won’t look good.”

“Where is it? It’s obviously pretty.”

“The waist is thick, the legs are thick, the arms are fat, and the face is round.”

“What’s the matter? The big trouser legs of a school uniform can’t fit you?”

“…!” Is this a question of whether you can pretend? This is clearly a question of whether it is beautiful or not.

Jiang Xiaoman said righteously: “Grandma, I can’t eat anymore. I have gained five pounds.”

She usually consumes a lot, although she eats a lot, but the figure is not cumbersome at all, especially slender and beautiful. The limbs are well-proportioned and the body is graceful.

Even if you gain five pounds, it will not affect you.

But she loves beauty!

Jiang Xiumei’s persuasion was fruitless, so she didn’t force Jiang Xiaoman, so she could only focus on the other child.

Jiang Xiaoman doesn’t need to make up, so give Jiang Xing up.

Jiang Xing is a person so busy that he should make up for it. Look at him, he’s all haggard now.

Jiang Xiumei, who had found a new goal, finally let go of Jiang Xiaoman’s small waist, and focused on replenishing his son’s body.

On the first day, stew chicken kidneys.

The next day, stew pork kidneys.

On the third day, oyster soup.

Fourth day…

On the fourth day, Jiang Xing did not move.

He made an excuse to put it first and eat it later, not daring to refuse her kindness in front of Jiang Xiumei.

Jiang Xiumei didn’t think much, and let him go.

After he left, Jiang Xing said to Jiang Xiaoman bitterly, “Xiaoman, come and eat.”

“Huh? Me?” Jiang Xiaoman looked inexplicable, “but grandma said, this is specially made for you.”

“…Uncle can’t take it anymore.”

“You are only a few days away, I still insist on it for half a month anyhow, why can’t it be too much?”

“…I just can’t bear it anyway.”

Jiang Xiaoman was silent for a while, and honestly said, “I can’t take it anymore.”

Not long ago, she herself suffered from it. Grandma firmly believes in replenishing shape with form and what to eat, not only giving her a brain flower, but also a variety of brains.

There are pig heads, chicken heads, duck heads, and even braised lion heads.

Jiang Xing pushed her forward, “You have a bite?”

“you eat.”

The two declined each other for a while, but they couldn’t make up their minds.

Just as the two of them were frowning, Jiang Xiaoman had an idea and finally found a suitable destination for this bowl of supplement soup, which he didn’t know what it was made of.

“Uncle, you go, I’ll take care of it.” Jiang Xiaoman picked it up and left, Jiang Xing teared up gratefully.

In the end, this cup of tonic soup came to Yu Qingshi’s table.

Yu Qingshi looked down, his brows couldn’t help but jump: “What is this?”

“Tonic soup.”

“What made soup?”

“I don’t know.” Jiang Xiaoman tried to scoop and took a sip. “It’s oysters. My grandmother said, this is a nourishing body, especially suitable for you boys. She has boiled it for a long time, you can eat as much as you want. I can’t finish it and I will throw it away.”

Yu Qingshi still felt a little strange.

Jiang Xiaoman sighed: “Then I will eat.”

“……I eat.”

Yu Qingshi took a deep breath, then took her spoon and started drinking soup.

He drank very gracefully and made no sound. Jiang Xiaoman put his hands on his cheeks and looked at him with blinking eyes.

Watching him finish drinking, Jiang Xiaoman patted his head and said with joy, “You are awesome!”

Yu Qingshi blushed, and he didn’t know if he was anxious after drinking soup or was praised.

then……

From this day on, the soup that Jiang Xiumei gave to Jiang Xing was processed by Jiang Xiaoman—all went into Yu Qingshi’s stomach.

One cup a day to replenish the soup and feed regularly.

Yu Qingshi is also very well-behaved, and Jiang Xiaoman can eat whatever he gives, which is especially easy.

There was something, Jiang Xiaoman was very curious.

Grandma said that this soup is nourishing and good for the body, but why did Yu Qingshi not look fat after taking it for so long?

But it may also be that he is already thin and can’t see it after a few catties of fat.

Jiang Xiaoman asked him: “Are you fat?”

Yu Qingshi: “…No.”

“I don’t believe it. Let’s go and weigh it.”

Jiang Xiaoman insisted repeatedly that Yu Qingshi couldn’t help but, under her supervision, he went on a scale and found that he really didn’t gain weight. The weight is still that weight, unchanged at all. He had to talk about changes, and he lost two catties.

Jiang Xiaoman began to worry again, and at the same time he was very envious of Yu Qingshi’s stomach. It’s so good that you can eat it and you won’t gain weight.

“Don’t you feel anything special after you eat so much tonic soup?”

“……No.”

Have.

But Yu Qingshi didn’t know what to say.

He felt very difficult to talk about, hesitated for a while, and decided not to say anything.

It may also be that he himself is broken, and that’s why it is his own problem.

Yu Qingshi was silent, Jiang Xiaoman regarded him as having a special physique, so from then on, he fed even harder.

So under Jiang Xiaoman’s efforts, on a hot afternoon, Yu Qingshi lay on the table and got a nosebleed.