Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Zhang Fulin looked at the child in his arms and suddenly felt that an older child who was taller than him was not so difficult to accept.

At least he would eat, sleep and dress himself, and would not disturb his and Bai Ma's world of two.

Unlike when I'm in your arms, I'll giggle and even pee from time to time.

He is in a bad state, and she is not my wife.

But Bai Ma likes it, so he has to like it too.

Xiao Fubao, you should grow up quickly and be independent, and stop blowing bubbles.

This is what Zhang Fulin really thinks.

There is fatherly love, but not much.

If Hei Xia Zi knew, he would say that this child, named Nezha, would be a good fit for the Zhang family. He would grow bigger by drinking milk and would be 7 or 8 years old in no time. There would be no need for Li Jing to dislike him. Nezha was also reborn in the wrong family.

He grows fast and has high fighting ability, so he is very popular with Zhang's father in the Zhang family.

Nezha: ... I want to kill Li Jing. Change my father.

Li Jing: ... Fortunately, the pagoda is still there.

Zhang Qilin didn't touch little Fubao at first and felt uncomfortable. When he woke up with a start, he remembered that little Fubao was with his mother. Thinking of this, he fell asleep peacefully again.

To round it off, his mother is sleeping with him.

Zhang Fulin looked at the child between him and Bai Ma. He felt that it was the Milky Way. Every time he wanted to reach out, Bai Ma refused, fearing that he would crush the child.

This child is very clever. He smiled brightly at Bai Ma and gave him an arc of smile. He said that the children of the Zhang family are different.

He was the one who fed the baby and changed the diapers, and it was just a smile.

Haha, Zhang family.

The black blind man patted the dumb man and said, "Be good, the blind man is coaxing you."

Zhang Qilin: ……

In the morning, when Zhang Qilin got up to practice swordplay, he saw Zhang Fulin, with a child hanging on his chest, sitting in the living room, staring at the ancestor in his arms with a dull look in his eyes.

Bai Ma is still sleeping and cannot be disturbed.

Zhang Qilin paused and turned around with a smile on his face.

The knife was so light today. When Bai Ma finished her breakfast, Zhang Fulin looked at her expectantly.

Bai Ma took the child and talked to the baby with "oh oh oh". When she turned around, Zhang Fulin had already walked out quickly. He climbed up the tree in a flash. Yes, he climbed up the tree.

"Our little Fubao is the best behaved, right, little official?"

Zhang Qilin heard Bai Ma's words as soon as he entered the door and nodded, "Yeah."

I am the best.

Hei Xia Zi looked at Zhang Fulin who was resting on the tree and smiled with his teeth bared. This father had no dignity at all and smelled of milk.

The child is a little autistic, as expected, only those who take care of the child know.

That feudal patriarchal flavor is gone.

After Xiao Fubao fell asleep, Bai Ma put him in the stroller and pulled Xiaoguan up.

"I saw a room full of colorful fabrics. Amma wants to make you some clothes."

Bai Ma held a tape measure to record the data. Zhang Qilin raised his hand and turned around obediently, his eyes slightly red.

"Mom, I like red."

Zhang Qilin wanted to wear the same clothes as his mom, but the blind man said that these were parent-child outfits. As for his dad, ah, that wasn’t important.

"Okay, my little official has fair skin, and red looks good on him."

As he said this, he pulled the black bear over as well.

"You have dark skin, so blue suits you."

Black Bear: . . . . . .

"Okay, Bai Ma has a good eye."

This flattery really made Zhang Qilin look sideways. You blind man are really shameless.

The blind man blinked and said, "They already have clothes, so what is there to complain about? Besides, the more a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes him. If Bai Ma looks at him more, you will know how good the blind man is. The mute has made a fortune.

When the little guy woke up, the autistic Zhang Fulin had already returned. Perhaps he had absorbed the essence of heaven and earth from the trees, and he felt much better.

The three of them take care of the children during the day, and Zhang Fulin refuels at night.

After dinner, they watched a TV series, Journey to the West. This ever-popular monkey even made little Fubao, who didn’t understand it, watch it so seriously that he even stopped drinking from his bottle.

I don't know what the sound of "Oh oh oh oh oh" is. Anyway, Zhang Fulin couldn't understand it. He even suspected that the child couldn't see at all and was relying on hearing.

But Bai Ma understood. She had frequent interactions with Xiao Fubao and even taught him how to recognize people.

"This is my brother, Xiaoguan."

Zhang Qilin nodded

"Ohhhhh."

"This is the blind uncle."

Hei Xia Zi shook hands with him.

"Ohhhhh."

"This is your father, Zhang Fulin."

"what?"

Little Fubao tilted his head with a confused look on his face.

Zhang Fulin: . . . . .

"I am mother, Baima."

Little Fubao smacked his mouth and kissed her, and the answer was revealed: he loved his mother the most, and his father had the lowest status.

Zhang Fulin turned around, picked up a chicken and went out to kill it, feeling in a good mood.

The Zhang family has their own way of eating chicken, and it seems that no one doesn’t like eating chicken.

Hei Xiazi took out from the space roasted chicken, potato chicken nuggets, boiled chicken, braised chicken nuggets, stir-fried beef with green onions, stir-fried lamb with green onions, tomato and egg soup, stewed eggs, dry-pot cauliflower, blanched lettuce, smashed cucumbers, stir-fried vegetables, and braised pork trotters cut into small pieces, and a pot of rice.

Except for little Fubao who was drinking milk from bottles, all he could do was drool in their direction.

Poor little thing, he can’t eat complementary food yet.

The smell is so fragrant that I feel dizzy.

Zhang Fulin stewed the chicken and served the meal.

The food in later generations is really good. It’s not that the Zhang family is poor, but they eat very light meals when they go out to eat, so as to avoid being discovered by the smell.

In fact, they often have a feast.

But now the situation is chaotic down there and outside, and the Zhang family is afraid of being shot. The Zhang family members are also good-looking, so if they go out in a more ordinary disguise, they can avoid more trouble.

After all, people of this era are crazy and don’t care about whether it’s meat or vegetables, and both men and women want it.

This is all experience.

Not a very pleasant experience.

Time flies, and soon the floppy child can sit, crawl, walk, and finally run around.

The little kid, who is only five heads tall, practiced Zhang family boxing very well.

After practice, my mother would wipe my sweat off.

"Mom, am I awesome?"

Little Fubao raised his head.

"Our Fubao is awesome."

As she said this, Bai Ma kissed him on the forehead, and little Fubao happily went back to take a bath and change clothes.

Zhang Fulin was standing at the back, and he also asked Bai Ma to wipe his sweat.

Bai Ma smiled and wiped it for him, saying that he was already a grown man.

"Hey, dumb, you were so funny when you were little, mom, am I awesome? How come I didn't know you were so cocky?"

The black parrot imitated the human voice in a strange way. Zhang Qilin pulled his hood and his ears turned red. He was still young, so why couldn't he do that?

Seeing that the mute had admitted defeat, Hei Xia Zi didn't say anything strange. After all, he had experience. He was pinned down by the mute and couldn't get up. His waist was also hurting. The mute had a strong desire for revenge.

Two jokes are enough, the third one will bring bad luck.

"Mom, eat an apple."

"Little Fubao is awesome."

"Brother, brother, eat some fruit."

Looking at the chubby little Fubao running over, Hei Xiazi grinned widely, feeling really happy to receive the filial piety from the mute.

Zhang Qilin's eyes were gentle. "Great."

Finally, it was Zhang Fulin who said, "Dad, have some fruit."

Zhang Fulin nodded, "Good boy."

Little Fubao picked up the last apple, took a bite, and it was so sweet that his eyes narrowed.

After he finished eating, Hei Xia Zi carried Xiao Fu Bao on his shoulders and ran around the valley.

The whole valley was filled with his laughter.

"Ah, ah, hurry, hurry!"

"Hahahahaha!"