This psychologist is weird

Chapter 213 Children
"An Le, this is the last money Chengde earned for the house, and I will give it to you."

In front of the new grave, the villagers who came to help have not left yet.

The old man next to him paused again, and handed the bag in his hand to the woman.

The woman just stood there in a daze, motionless, with a dazed face towards the old man.

The old man stretched out his hand further, and stuffed the bag into the woman's hand.

"Except for the money spent on the funeral, the rest of the money is here."

"Fushi, now that your father is gone, you will be the man in the house, and you have to take responsibility, you know?"

Lowering his head, the old man spoke to the boy.

The boy raised his head and nodded to the old man.

"...After your father is gone, there will be no source of money in the house. The whole family will have to live on the money."

"You need money to go to school, to buy clothes, to see a doctor when you are sick, to eat at home... If anyone asks you for money for no reason, you can tell the uncles and grandpas in the village."

The old man spoke to the boy again, not only to the boy, but also to the villagers next to him.

"When you go out to spend money, you can take as much as you need to spend, don't take it all out, you know."

The boy nods.

"Those who live nearby, help to watch. If anyone cheats and takes money from orphans and mothers, they are all from the same village, so don't blame others for poking the back..."

The old man spoke again, paused again, sighed again, and did not speak again.

"Go back to the village..."

The old man spoke again.

The woman was still in a daze, standing in front of the grave, her face was dazed, her eyes were distracted, holding the bag of money in her hand,

The boy took her other arm, looked at the grave, and then looked back at his mother.

"Mom, let's go back."

……

The three of Chen Lun stood beside them.

With calm eyes, Chen Lun's eyes were naturally reflected in the newly erected grave and the figures in front of the grave.

Shu Rou also stared at the figures in front of the grave, while Rao Chang was thinking about some inexplicable things.

And at this moment, the surrounding environment began to change rapidly again.

……

"...Mom, these are little birds called sparrows, they will steal food..."

There was some noon sun shining on the top, tarpaulins were spread on the ground, and some grain was drying.

A boy of about nine and ten years old was sitting under the eaves, by the door of the main room, and beside him, his mother stood there in a daze.

The scene changed again.

The three of Chen Lun stood by the courtyard again.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and he fell in front of him. The scene in front of him and under the eaves, and the two figures beside the courtyard were naturally reflected in his eyes.

The boy just got up, chased away the sparrows that fell in the yard, went back to sit under the eaves, and was talking to his mother,

The woman just stood there in a daze, facing the boy, wondering if she understood what the boy said.

"...So, when they steal food, we have to drive them away."

"...Mom, look, these are birds, they can fly in the sky, this kind is sparrows, easy to recognize."

The sun on the top is just in the sky, swaying some sunlight into the yard.

Sitting under the eaves, the boy kept talking.

Childish voices also rang out in the yard.

"...Mom, it's noon, I'm going to cook, do you want to stand here for a while?"

The boy raised his head, looked at the sun in the sky, stood up again, and said to his mother.

The woman turned around in a daze, and the boy walked into the kitchen, and she followed the boy into the kitchen.

"...Then mom, help me burn firewood. It's very simple. I'll light the fire, and after a while, just help me add some vegetables to it..."

"...Mom, it is said in the book that if you put firewood in the stove, it will burn more vigorously... It seems that the teacher said..."

Chen Lun moved his feet, walked into the house behind the woman and the boy, and stood beside the kitchen, while Shu Rou and Rao Chang naturally followed closely.

In the kitchen, the boy propped his feet up, raised his head, and looked into the pot on the stove,

"Stir-frying is also very simple. You only need to heat the pot, then put in the oil, put in the vegetables when the oil is hot, and then fry."

"...The oil is hot, the temperature is very high..."

"Mom, help me add more firewood to the stove..."

The boy called out to his mother by the stove again.

The woman just sat by the stove in a daze, with the flames shining on her face, when she heard the boy's words, she paused for a moment, as if she understood,

He picked up a piece of firewood and stuffed it into the stove.

The oil in the pot was hot, and there was some smoke. The boy stood on his feet and looked into the pot again.

Turning around, he hurriedly went to get the cut vegetables on the chopping board.

The table next to it for cutting vegetables and putting bowls is still a bit high for the boy.
A chair was placed in front of the desk, and the wooden chopping board was placed on the chair.

The cut vegetables were piled up on the chopping board, the boy picked up the kitchen knife and put the vegetables up,
In a hurry, he poured it into the smoking pot.

"Zi..."

There was some sound in the pan, and some small particles of hot oil splashed,
The boy quickly withdrew his hand from the heat, grinning his teeth in pain, but didn't cry out.

Beside, the woman who was sitting in front of the stove, looked at the boy, stood up at once,

But after standing up, she didn't seem to know what to do anymore, so she stared at the boy and stood there in a daze.

"It's all right, Mom."

The boy was in pain for a while, and he recovered.

"Stir-frying is very simple, but you have to be careful when serving the dishes. The hot oil is very hot, hundreds of degrees."

The oil in the pot didn't splash so much, and the boy held a heavy spatula and stretched out his hands to stir fry the vegetables in the pot on the stove.

"Mom, please help me get some firewood for the stove."

The boy shouted again.

The woman who stood there in a daze sat back down again and put a piece of firewood into the stove.

"...After you put the vegetables, add the seasonings, just a little bit, and then you're done."

In the kitchen, there were some boys' voices.

In the voice, time seemed to change rapidly.

"Mom, it's time to eat."

Just then.

Around the three of Chen Lun, the scene changed rapidly.

……

"...Mom, you eat."

"I'm going to bury the sweet potatoes."

In the main room, at the dining table, the woman and the boy were eating.

It's just that obviously, it's not the previous meal.

Outside the open door, the rising sun has just climbed up from behind the distant mountain, through the door, reflecting some sunlight into the house.

The woman was stunned, sitting at the dining table, her hair was still neatly combed, and some wrinkles were added to her face,

The boy had just brought a bowl of daughter-in-law, and put it down on the table in front of the woman, then took a spoon, and stuffed it into the woman's hand.

The boy seemed to have grown up a lot, he was already twelve or thirteen years old, his face had lost some of his childishness, and he was wearing old but clean clothes.

"...Mom, you can eat. Grandpa Yan collected sweet potatoes in his house and gave us some."

"When cooking porridge in the morning, a lot of firewood was burned in the stove. There is still a lot of fire left. I went to find two sweet potatoes and buried them. When I come back from school in the afternoon, the two of us can eat roasted sweet potatoes together. ...It was then that it might be a little cold."

"Or, when it is almost noon, you go dig it out and eat it yourself first, that is when the sun is almost there."

The boy said to his mother again, raised his hand, and pointed in a direction in the sky outside the house.

The woman also turned her head, raised her head in a daze, and looked there, her eyes were still dazed and dazed.

"...Mom, eat first, I'll bury the sweet potatoes."

The boy withdrew his hand again, said something aloud, and ran into the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)