The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"Dad, stop worrying about it."

Wang Mazi felt inexplicably sad when he heard what the child said.

He didn't blame Chunhong for not liking him, he just blamed himself for not being able to please her.

"..."

Yuanyuan looked at her father with eyes wide open, not knowing whether she had said something wrong.

In fact, Uncle Wang is also quite pitiful. He was not beaten by his father since he was three years old, but he is still being beaten now that he has grown up.

Chen Jiahe freed his hand and gently patted the child on the back. Although he didn't understand what she meant by looking at him like that, she was right.

Just saying this won't change anything.

Thick snow means a good harvest. The three of them returned to the village when it was getting dark. At that time, the light snow was falling again.

Chen Jiahe took out Little Red Riding Hood from the bag and put it on the child. The cold snow chips hit his face and caused a stinging sensation.

The cold winter wind made people's faces chapped, so he bought a small bottle of cold cream to apply on his child's face. It was very moisturizing and had a faint fragrance.

He felt that he was now qualified as a father and he could learn everything slowly.

But this made him even more confused as to why his parents treated him like an enemy.

As his affection for his children grew, the uglier the faces of his parents became.

Yuanyuan was raised to be fair and tender, and her height grew rapidly.

I thought my father bought the notebook for himself, but it turned out to be for her to assign homework.

During the day, Chen Jiahe sat in the yard cutting new clothes for her children. The bright red flowered cotton jackets were very festive.

In the evening, I would sit by the brazier and follow Wang Mazi to learn how to use a dictionary and recognize radicals.

Chen Jiahe translated the boring dictionary very seriously. After he learned it, he took a pen and tried to write it in a notebook.

The rough big hands held the child's small hands and taught her to write some simple words stroke by stroke.

"Why are you teaching her to write so early?"

Wang Mazi admired him very much. If he had held a dictionary every day, he would have been sick of it long ago. How could he be interested in reading it page by page?

"Idleness is also idleness."

Chen Jiahe thinks that early teaching will help the children learn early anyway.

"Don't you feel annoyed writing these every day?"

Wang Mazi leaned over and looked at the child lying on the small table. Although the handwriting looked like scribbles, every stroke was carefully written.

"Don't bother me. Dad taught me only after he learned it. I must learn it well."

Yuanyuan feels that her father is studying very seriously, and she wants to be as serious as her father.

Although sometimes she herself doesn’t know what she is writing, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that she is serious about it.

When Wang Mazi was bored, he liked to smoke a little and drink a little wine. He always felt like something was missing with his empty hands, so he took out some tobacco from his pocket and his eyes fell on the homework book that was pressed by the child's little hands.

"Give me a page of the paper you wrote on."

"Give me a dime."

Yuanyuan stretched out her little hand towards him. This was bought by her father, so she couldn’t tear it for him for free.

"..."

Wang Mazi stared at her a little dazed. Chen Jiahe's mature old face appeared on that small body.

He quickly raised his hand to rub his eyes, thinking that he had damaged his eyes from hiding in the dark to read books recently.

"You're asking me for money? Do you know how much a dime is?"

"Yes, it's ten candies."

Yuanyuan opened her hand and stretched out five fingers, then after thinking about it, she stretched out another five fingers.

Dad said that one cent could buy ten red, green and colorful candies, and she just happened to have ten fingers.

"You're asking me to pay for a piece of used paper?"

Wang Mazi held the tobacco in his hand. Why didn't he buy a cigarette with the money?

“Yeah…” Yuanyuan nodded vigorously.

"You..." Wang Mazi pointed at her with his left index finger: "You little stingy girl!!"

"I'm not stingy. I even gave you some candy."

"Then you can't even give me a piece of paper?"

"One yard owned by a yard."

Yuanyuan looked at him with a stern face. This was something he asked her for, not something she wanted to give him.

"Do you still know how to put things in perspective?"

Wang Mazi looked at her in shock. This little brat was learning all kinds of stuff very quickly.

"You're so stingy!"

007 also complained in her mind that the little host learned the strategy and target too quickly.

"Of course I know. Your code is your code and my code is my code."

This is how Yuanyuan understands it. It’s just different.

"..."

Wang Mazi listened to her saying this and pursed his lips, trying to laugh but unable to.

And why does this sound weird?

wow-

Chen Jiahe held a basin of water and stood at the door. He turned around and met a meaningful gaze: "Why are you looking at me?"

"Why did you raise your child to be as stingy as you are?"

Wang Mazi couldn't help but complain, can this thing be hereditary?

"It's good to be stingy, as long as you don't take advantage of others."

Chen Jiahe thought it was a big deal, as it wasn't anything against the law.

"..."

Wang Mazi was choked and speechless. With their relationship, how could he not even get a piece of used paper?

It was freezing cold outside, just as he felt desolate inside. He wanted to borrow an erhu and play "Erquan Yingyue" for himself.

"Give!"

Chen Jiahe tore off a piece of paper for him. It was the last blank page in the small notebook. Paper written on with pencil should not be suitable for rolling cigarettes.

"Eh…"

Wang Mazi quickly took the paper, folded it and tore it open. His mood suddenly became wonderful. A man's happiness is so simple.

Even in such a secluded village, there is a lot of fun in winter.

Yuanyuan followed Lele and Yingying to catch sparrows. They swept away a small piece of snow and scattered some wheat. They propped up the basket with a branch tied with a rope, and immediately pulled down the basket when a sparrow came close.

However, the success rate was not high. Several people squatted in the yard for a long time, but they never waited for the sparrows to come and peck at the wheat.

When they went home to warm their hands because they were freezing, sparrows would secretly fly down and eat all the wheat.

"Let's sow a little more wheat."

Wang Lele prepared to grab another handful of wheat, and he would definitely succeed this time.

"No more arrests!"

Yuanyuan patted his arm and stopped him from grabbing his own wheat.

"why?"

Wang Lele thought he could try it again, as he caught a little sparrow in this way last winter.

“It’s all wasted!”

Yuanyuan felt that all of her wheat had been eaten by the birds, and that three handfuls had already been eaten.

"..."

Wang Lele felt that what she said made sense, so he took his hand back.

The heavy snow melted before the New Year, and the sun came out early in the morning on New Year's Day.

The puddles on the dirt road in front of the door were frozen, and some of them had no water underneath, so they were crushed into pieces when stepped on.

Yuanyuan put on a new red cotton-padded jacket with a rich peony pattern printed on it, and a white fur collar sewn on the neck and cuffs.

The sound of a rooster flapping its wings and crowing came from the chicken coop on the back eaves. Chen Jiahe caught the bought rooster and stewed a pot of potatoes and chicken for lunch.