Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

It's snowing outside.Fucheng was wrapped in a thick cotton padded coat, lying on the bed with his legs straight, and woke up.

It was snowing heavily, Fu Cheng got up and looked out, smiling happily.When it snows, you don’t need to stand in the yard, your hands and feet won’t be red and cold, and you can cook in the oven.Brother Xiaodong will come over again in the evening, and he will definitely bake sweet potatoes for himself.

The heating in the room is not sufficient, but Fucheng doesn't feel cold, only his thighs feel uncomfortable.Dad let himself down the cross again yesterday, and now it hurts even sitting.

But Fucheng is not afraid of suffering, and forgets after crying.He jumped out of bed by himself, opened the door and looked out, looked at it and smiled again, with a small dimple on his face.

Dad is back, but Dad is not happy recently, and Fucheng knows it.Because of the uncles in the team, a few more left.

Fu Hong came in from the courtyard, locked the door, and took off his down jacket before entering the house.As soon as you enter the house, go to the stove to warm your hands.Fu Cheng jumped and ran over, but was suddenly caught by another man, and he caught it on his shoulder.

"Don't go there, your father just entered the house, he's feeling cold, and if he freezes you again, he'll catch a cold, your elder brother Xiaodong will feed you the bitter medicine, and cry like a little cat."

Fu Cheng lay on the man's shoulder, and hissed in a childish voice.The little face rested on the adult's shoulders, and the arms were wrapped around the neck.

"Hey." Liao Chengming hugged him upside down, and his heart was sour when he called "Master Uncle".

"Don't keep hugging him." Fu Hong turned his hands over and over to warm them up, "I never saw you hug him like this when Xiaodong was a child. Boys grow up crawling all over the ground. You make him coquettish." Already, who will take over the class from Fujia in the future?"

Liao Chengming put Fucheng on the table. Fucheng's legs were still short and he couldn't reach the ground. He was a little doll like a milk ball, wearing a small white hat with a ball of wool. "Hey, don't mention my kid. Xiaodong was so skinny when he was a child. He didn't get a house for three days, and I still hugged him? I couldn't smoke him. He almost burned down my house when he was 4 years old. Xiaocheng How honest, you don't want to hug me, he is still young."

Fucheng sniffed his nose, touched the uncle's Nanshi trousers with his hands, and repeated seriously: "Well, I'm still young."

"How young are you?" Fu Hong warmed his hands before coming over to rub his son's face, extremely rare, "It's another birthday, I'm 4 years old, when I was 4 years old I could do somersaults, what would you do?"

"I will... kick my legs." Fu Cheng whispered, "Dad, don't rush."

"Don't rush him, you practiced hard at that time, our small town is a late bloomer, let's practice slowly." Liao Chengming straightened Fucheng's cotton trousers.The child is wronged without a mother. With these big cotton trousers, one can tell at a glance that Fu Hong has been cheated by the trouser seller.The cotton inside is also not good cotton, it is not strong enough to play, it is shoddy and hard.The child is not cold in it, but his legs are bent and he can't beat him.

Fucheng watched his uncle take off his cotton trousers, revealing two calves wearing long johns, so he quickly kicked himself to make his thighs feel better.Dad came over to rub his face again, and he grabbed Dad's big hand and breathed in.

Every time an uncle or elder brother had to leave in the team, my father would suffer for several days.Fucheng stood up and wanted to hug, hang on his father's shoulders, want to make him laugh.

"He in the small town..." Fu Hong said helplessly to Liao Chengming, "I'm afraid he didn't follow me. He was not born to practice martial arts. When I was a child, I never screamed when I opened my hips and legs. Too much, this kid... let him rest after two days of pressure, and the ligaments will be pulled back. When you grow up, don't be afraid of heights, otherwise what will the team do..."

Fu Cheng opened his eyes wide and listened, what materials for practicing martial arts?How can I be a material?

"Don't say that, just in case, what if we Fu boy have accumulated a lot of money, it might be." Liao Chengming sprinkled a handful of orange peels into the stove, and stuffed the hot orange slices into Fucheng, "It might be, I Look at Boy Fu, he is better than you, he can endure hardships. How can a 4-year-old child walk in winter? Your heart is too hard."

"Thank you, Uncle Si." Fu Cheng put the orange in his mouth, and continued to listen to what the adults said he didn't understand.As soon as he tilted his head, the white pompom on the beanie shook twice.It was very cold this winter, so cold that he had a runny nose all the time.

Now the cold is cured, and the runny nose is not cured, so I always have to take a breath.

"Eat, your dad won't buy you snacks, but the uncle will buy them for you." Liao Chengming scratched the child's face, "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." Fu Cheng bit the orange in his hand, sucking the sweet water inside.

"My heart is hard? I practiced like this when I was 4 years old, and I still have a soft heart for him." Fu Hong took the yogurt off the heater, washed his hands, dipped some sheep oil, and gave his son's broken skin and red nose Put a little on it, "My dad used to say that for things like martial arts, the son will always remember how cruel I am, and I can still hate him. But I will always be reluctant to part with my son, with a ruthless face and crying in my heart. I used to I hated him, and he beat me all the time. Now that I have a son, I really don’t want to part with it. If it weren’t for this team, who would want to force their children to practice martial arts since childhood?”

"Don't beat the child." Liao Chengming untied Fucheng's hatband, and said in a low voice, "The child has no mother. If you beat the child again, what is the difference between you and a crime..."

"When did I fight? Am I willing?" Fu Hong's young face was full of vitality, "This is my son!"

"That's all right, all right, the child has no mother, so I'll be included as a share, half of my son." Liao Chengming smiled and lifted Fucheng up, "Come on, uncle, hold it high, are you afraid of heights?"

Fucheng giggled, dangling his little hands in the air, his white and tender arms were like lotus joints.Liao Chengming knew that he was not afraid when he saw this, but he was still young, so he couldn't tell if he was afraid of heights when he grew up.

"Come on, let's eat yogurt." Fu Hong really loved the child, took it from Liao Chengming, held it in one hand, and fed the yogurt with a spoon in the other.Fucheng has not been weaned from milk yet, he smells of powdered milk on his body, he opens his mouth wide, and swallows whatever his father gives him, and he is not picky about food.

Fu Hong's heart alternated between hot and cold, his son was so young, it was really hard for him to practice those sword-wielding and gun-wielding skills.If I really became my son's master, I would probably cry in my heart every day.There has always been an unwritten saying in martial arts that parents cannot watch beside their children's master. As long as parents watch, they will definitely hate the master for being too cruel.

"Is it delicious?" Ke Fuhong really loved his son, who was almost 4 years old, and basically hugged him.Carry by myself, Liao Chengming. When the two of them are practicing, let Liao Chengming's son Liao Dong help to carry.

The muscles and bones are hard, and Fu Hong is also changing ways to coax his son to press his legs. He was not when he was a child. If he can't press it, his father should be anxious.

"It's delicious, let's eat it too, Dad." Fucheng's small mouth turned white, it was yellow peach-flavored yogurt.He sniffed his nose from time to time, and besides the smell of milk powder, he also smelled of Banlangen granules.

The sound of the whistle outside the courtyard gate frightened Fucheng, who missed the bite, and poked his face with the spoon.

"Who is it?" Fu Hong put down the yogurt cup, "Cheng Ming, take Xiaocheng with you, I'll go and have a look."

"I'll go with you, I guess it's the two families who are friends with your old man." Liao Chengming looked out.

"No way? Send the child here in winter? Didn't you mean to wait for the spring?" Fu Hong said.My father is also a lion dancer. When he was a lion dancer, he met two scholarly families. They were originally out of reach, but they accidentally became good brothers.In those two families, one was named Qiu and the other Qing, both of which were uncommon surnames.In the past few years, two boys were added, who are more than two months younger than Fucheng. I don't know if the parents are crazy or miss the old man's friendship, and they will send them to learn martial arts no matter what.

Fu Hong was unwilling to teach the children, so they sent the children to other martial arts classes to learn the basics.What else to say, Qiu Qing's family has always used pens, and lacks masculinity.It's the coldest time of the year, and it was delivered at this time, probably because I made up my mind to let the children suffer.

"Just send it here, just think of finding a companion for Fucheng. Those two boys... one looks okay, and the other is thinner than the piles of our Fujia class. I'm afraid they won't be able to bear the hardships. It will be picked up in a few days." Liao Chengming put on cotton trousers for Fucheng, put them on the bed, and stuffed a small wooden spoon into his hand, "Don't move around, boy Fu, uncle and your father are going to work, just wait."

"I won't move around." Fucheng tied up his trouser belt, and picked up the yogurt spoon again.He didn't quite understand what father and uncle said, but he knew that someone might have come to play with him.

As soon as Fu Hong opened the courtyard door, it was true that the Qiu family and the Qing family sent the children here with great fanfare, and they also brought a bunch of door-to-door gifts, saying that they would put the children in the Fu family class for the Spring Festival and let them experience it. .Otherwise, it is easy to be squeamish.

What is this called?Fu Hong is in a fog, the conditions of the two are not bad, how can he take the initiative to let the children suffer?Or is it just like this when the mind has reached a certain height?

"No, the environment here is bad." Fu Hong didn't think about picking up two children.

"The old man at home is too squeamish and spoiled, and he still doesn't know how to button his own buttons." A parent said, "This is from my family. It's called Qiu Li. Since I was a child, my grandparents chased after their buttocks to feed them. Every meal Waste half and half, and cry all day, I really can't help it."

"My family is okay. It's called Qing Rang. It's just a little timid and too polite." Another parent said, "My dad said, don't worry about sending it to others to hone, and make friends with your family. would harm the child."

"Yes, let's send the child to stay first, and then pick it up if it doesn't work. If you can't control it, call us, and we will deliver the food. Don't you also have a child? Be a companion and let my brat Look at how other boys grow up."

Fu Hong has a thin skin and is not very good at rejecting. He praised and affirmed him, and the two children couldn't push him out.Liao Chengming had no choice but to accept their things, as well as some living expenses.

The two children watched their parents go away in the yard, hugged each other and cried until the sky was dark, and Fu Hong's brain ached from crying.At this time, Fucheng stood up against the door frame holding his own yogurt and a small spoon, shivering first.It's so cold, there's a thick layer of snow on the ground.

There are two more children in the courtyard, I don't know each other, Fucheng has never made friends, and he doesn't even go out of the courtyard door, there are older children bullying him on the street.Now I just watch from a distance, sniff my nose, and eat yellow peach yogurt.

"Cheng Ming, what should I do..." Fu Hong had a terrible headache, and he couldn't coax the child at all.

"How would I know? I..." Before Liao Chengming finished speaking, there was another person outside the door.

Fucheng heard the knock on the door, creaked and ran to open the door, stepping on the snow, the door was very heavy, and he opened it with great effort, the small spoon was still clutched in his hand, and the fur ball of the hat flickered.

It must be the parents of the two children, they must take them back.Fucheng stood by the door and backed away, fearing that the door would squeeze him, he shouted with all his strength: "You...please come in! The door is open."

The door opened, not the adults just now, but another little boy.He was very nicely dressed, with a pure white down jacket, pure white sneakers, and a mobile phone in his hand, talking to the adult who was pulling him beside him.

I didn't know this one either, so Fu Cheng wiped his mouth with his hand and bowed outward. "Hello."

The boy outside the door was taken aback for a moment, and quickly followed suit. "Hello too."

At this moment, the two people bumped their heads together, the person outside the door was supported, but the person inside was not supported, Fu Cheng just sat on his ass and dropped the spoon.

The cotton trousers were very thick, and it didn't hurt my buttocks when I fell, but Fucheng still picked up the small spoon and left angrily.Dad said that he would be the leader of the small class in the future, why did he fall buttocks so that people could see him?

Fu Hong and Liao Chengming are both at a loss, who is this?Just sent two, how come another one?