Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

That afternoon, a total of three children came to the yard of Fujiaban.The two are friends of Fu Hong's old man, the children are too pampered, and the other is too delicate, skinny like a monkey, but bold.The other one is really timid. He knows more than 4 characters when he is less than 2000 years old.

There is another one, the one in front of you, Fu Hong and Liao Chengming don't know each other, where did the young master come from?

"That's it." The child's mother said, "We are in business. We just came to Beijing from the south to settle down. The child saw you two lions on the street and pulled us to follow you. Yesterday afternoon, we drove with your car I came back, it’s too abrupt to come directly to the door, come back today, I want to ask you to perform again.”

Fu Hong was a little upset when he heard that, but he still smiled: "We are not acrobats, we are a serious lion dance team. This is our family's martial arts gym."

"Please set a price." The child's father said, "As long as our son is happy, you can ask for as much as you want."

Fu Hong was naturally not happy, but he still wanted to have some face-to-face conversations with them.Liao Chengming held Boy Fu in his arms and sized up their son.He is really the young master of a rich man. He is well dressed and has a mobile phone at such a young age.It was hot in the room, the child took off his down jacket by himself, and stood in the middle of the main room in a very suspicious manner, listening to his parents talking about prices with others, and he was still observing others.

Wearing small golden Buddha around the neck.Liao Chengming turned his face away. I'm afraid this kid is not easy to serve, but he is still cute.

"Okay, why are you so angry?" He touched Fucheng's hat. He is 3 years old, and he probably loves to be brave when he grows up. Son, don't be ashamed."

Fu Cheng turned his face away from him, his cheeks were bulging.Angry at myself for opening the door to someone I don't know, angry at myself for throwing my ass in front of other people's children.

The parents over there are difficult to deal with, and they want Fu Hong to perform again, and they can pay as much as they want.Liao Chengming was afraid that Fu Hong would not be able to handle it alone, so he put the child down and went to help.Fucheng fell to the ground, and the yogurt was not in the mood to eat any more. He took a small spoon and waved it in mid-air to play as an airplane. After a while, he felt boring again. He walked like a penguin, with his legs straight, and ran to the door to listen to the adults.

Here comes another one.Fucheng knew that there were two people living in the west room, and he was still crying. What's going on?Fucheng looked at him with a small spoon in his mouth, the clothes he was wearing were very white, whiter than the snow in the yard.Dad doesn't dress himself in such white, because he has to practice and roll around in the room, so it's hard to wash when it's dirty.

In an instant, the child saw him too, and the two looked at each other, one was white, the other had a dirty face, one was holding a mobile phone, and the other was holding a wooden spoon.Fucheng wears too much, his palms are sweaty, his eyes are full of curiosity exclusive to a 4-year-old child, and he is a little hairy and stubborn. He turned his face and left angrily.

Hmph, don't let Dad want him.He saw himself throwing his butt.

Liao Chengming said whatever he said, but he sent the couple away, just like sending away a big Buddha.In the evening, Fujiaban had dinner together. There were more than 20 people, and there were two round tables.

Fu Hong put Fu Cheng on his lap, while showing him the literacy and pinyin cards, he gave him some tasteless green vegetables.Beside them are the boys from the Qiu family and the Qing family, and there are big fish and meat in the bowl.

"How do you pronounce this word?" Fu Hong pointed to several sheets and asked.

Fucheng read it in a low voice, and he read it correctly, and was kissed several times by his father.He didn't feel greedy when he watched others eat meat, but he just smelled the aroma.Dad didn't give him or let him eat a lot of things, so he didn't want to want them if he didn't know what it was like.

"I said you are too picky." Liao Chengming patted his son first, telling Liao Dong to be honest, "Boy Fu will be 10 years old in 4 days, give him a taste of meat."

"He's nutritious, my son, I'm willing to starve him?" Fu Hong picked the most tender tofu, blew on it, and put a small spoon into his son's mouth, "I'm already very wide, when I was a child..."

"I know, I know, you didn't even eat tofu when you were young." Liao Chengming recognized the master as Fu Hong's father, and of course he remembered how strict the old man was, "I can't stand it, give the child a chicken leg!"

"Don't." Fu Hong hurriedly stopped him, "You think I don't want him to eat it? I'd rather he didn't know the taste and wouldn't be greedy when he grows up, and I don't want to watch the child lose weight and eat it but can't eat it. After two weeks After two years, when he gets used to less oil and less salt, I will let him eat it."

Liao Chengming snorted, but Fu Hong couldn't make up his mind.Of the two children next to him, one cried until his eyelids became swollen and refused to eat, and the other ate up the bowl by himself and dared not add food.

This messy child, Liao Chengming picked up the spoon and fed the skinny one mouthful. "It's Qiu Li, right? Why don't you eat?"

Fucheng ate a big spoonful of cabbage by himself, imitating his uncle: "Why don't you eat?"

"I miss home." The little skinny man drooped his eyelids and cried again, "I want to eat the food cooked by grandma. Let me go home, let's go home."

The one named Qing Rang drank water sullenly. "Shh... don't talk. My grandfather said, don't eat or sleep."

"Where are you from?" Fu Cheng scratched his pants, and said, "My name is Fu Cheng, and I'm 4 years old this year."

"My name is Qiu Li, the one from Lisao." Qiu Li still refused to eat, his mouth was harder than a dead duck's.Qingrang didn't say a word, and if the adults didn't let him move, he wouldn't move.

Fucheng couldn't understand what Li was, so he raised his head to look at his father.Fu Hong smiled helplessly, he was indeed the child of a cultural person, he was less than 4 years old, and he had read all four books and five classics.Xiaocheng still goes to ordinary kindergartens, and it is estimated that he only learned those in junior high school.

After eating, Fu Hong sent the people in his team away and went back to the courtyard to clean up.He can't leave when he has more children, and plans to live in the courtyard this month.Liao Chengming took his son home, and there was a wife at home.After cleaning up in the evening, Fu Hong gathered the three children into the main room, made each of them a cup of powdered milk, washed their feet, wiped their faces and brushed their teeth.

Drinking milk, Fucheng has been waiting for this bowl for a long time, holding the bowl in two small hands, drinking so much milk.

Qiu Li didn't drink anything, and cried again before going to bed.Qing Rang is like a lump of wood, he raises his hand as soon as he raises his hand.Fu Hong was secretly worried that these two children were not suitable for lion dance, and they would not be able to learn it.

After Fucheng finished washing, he pulled up the quilt and waited to sleep, while the one next to him was still crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry." He patted the side, "Dad said, men don't cry."

Qiu Li was bubbling with snot and crying even more fiercely.Fucheng heard him cry, and he didn't know why he wanted to cry too, he wiped his tears and hid his face under the quilt.The child was emotionally contagious, and cried twice, and Qing Rang also dropped the golden beans.One cried and cried a bed of children.

Outside the house, Fu Hong called Liao Chengming. "I'm not joking, to be honest, the team...or it's gone..."

"What did you say?" Liao Chengming was surprised.

"Really, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Sooner or later, people will be exhausted, and I can't keep going. I can't bear the small town to suffer again. Practicing martial arts is too hard. I just want him to grow up happily. Don't be like me... …to be looked down upon.”

"No one looks down on you!" Liao Chengming said on the phone.

"I'm an incompetent senior brother." Fu Hong smiled wryly. Liao Chengming was older than him, but because he was a late apprentice, he became his junior brother. "I can't keep my wife, and I can't keep the team. Just entrust the child to you and your wife, and I will go to the south to work."

"Fu Hong!" Liao Chengming gritted his teeth, "Persevere!"

"I'm afraid that if I persevere, the child will blame me in the future." Fu Hong said, "I'm afraid that he will remember in the future that his father only knows how to dance lions. When the adults in Fu's class leave, there will be no one there, and Xiaocheng will be alone. If you can't dance as a lion, why do you let him support the team by himself?"

Liao Chengming didn't say a word for a long time, and finally persuaded: "Persevere, persist, persist..."

The next day, Fucheng got up early, and the bed in the courtyard was hard, not more comfortable than the bed at home.For breakfast, I ate millet porridge, sugar buns and tea eggs, and that crying boy was still crying, refusing to open his mouth to say anything.

"Call this afternoon and send it back." Fu Hong said.

"Yeah." Liao Chengming didn't know what to do, and turned his head to pick up a piece of sauced beef for Qing Rang.

Fu Cheng obediently held the porridge bowl, not knowing why Qiu Li was crying.He was a little angry, the millet porridge was delicious, but he still didn't eat it.

When it was warm at noon, Fu Hong and the adults in his team began to practice exercises, sweep snow, and scatter the children in the yard.It's snowing, Fucheng built a little snowman himself, picked up stones to make a snowman's eyes.Qing Rang sat beside him like a little log, neither playing nor talking to him.Qiu Li was still wiping tears, his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't tell.

The two of them sat together, next to each other, Fucheng was lonely and boring, so they also moved a pony to sit together, the three of them crowded together like little house sparrows.The uncle was afraid that he would get hungry after playing, so he hung a small cloth bag around his neck, which contained Wangwang Xianbei, which he secretly gave.

"Why do you keep crying?" Fu Cheng moved aside, "Where do you live?"

Qiu Li didn't speak, neither did Qing Rang.

Fucheng thought about it. "Do you want to eat biscuits?" The little hand reached into the small cloth bag and took out one to be sure. "Senbei, I don't want to part with it..." He sniffed again, "Eat it."

"I want to eat grandma's food." Qiu Li closed his eyes, his face was chapped from crying, "Let's go home, I will definitely eat well when I go home."

"I don't have money, so I can't take a taxi. Without money, it's difficult for us to travel." Qing Rang opened his mouth.

"Don't leave, you two, I'll give you senbei." Fu Cheng took out another piece, few of his peers accompanied him, finally came two, and had to leave again.

At this moment, the door of Fujiaban was knocked again, this time Fucheng would not open it, what if it was someone from yesterday.As a result, Dad went to open the door, and it was true.

"Hello, hello, I'm Mr. Jiang's driver, surnamed Wang. Mr. Jiang and his wife are on a business trip, and his son is not happy at home, so he insists on coming. We are here with courtesy..."

Fu Hong took a look, he was still the kid from yesterday, fair and handsome, and he grew up to be a handsome young man who harms others.There is money in the family, so I don't know which family's daughter I will harm.

"This...isn't it good?" Fu Hong didn't know what the family was going to do.

"My child likes to watch your lion dance, so instead of sitting at home, I will send you here during the day, and I will accompany you, okay? I will leave at night." The driver said, "My child's parents are doing business, so they don't need your money. People from the south just like these sideshows."

The driver spoke with a northern accent, and Fu Hong let him in for the sake of the child, but he still said: "Lion dance is not a sideshow, we are a serious team."

Just like this, the three boys sitting on the ponytail stared at the newcomer, Qiu Li stopped crying for a while, Qing Rang blinked curiously, and Fu Cheng held his small cloth bag, ready to get angry.

After a while, the father pulled the child over, Fucheng pouted and moved his buttocks, turning his face to the other side.

"I'll introduce you to the kids." Fu Hong really couldn't laugh or cry. In just two days, the Fujia class became a kindergarten. "His name is Jiang Bai, the white one with a blank sheet of paper, let's sit with you for a while, Fucheng?"

"Father doesn't rush." ​​Fu Cheng turned around, his voice soft.

"Father didn't urge you to practice kung fu today, but to let you stop fighting and be humble to each other." Fu Hong had many things to do, and he had a big heart, so the child let go and left.

Dad left, Fucheng refused to give up his pony ponytail, and looked at him with his legs crossed. "What are you doing, come into my house all the time?"

He looked at him, and he looked at him too. The two 4-year-old Xiaotuanzi blinked at each other, and finally took out a handful of snacks from their pockets: "Hello, everyone, my name is Jiang Bai, may I treat you to some chocolate?" good?"

Qiu Li was starving, so he went to get it without thinking.As soon as he took it, Qing Rang followed suit.

Fucheng opened his mouth in anger, wanting to yell at them, why take someone else's chocolate if he doesn't eat his own senbei.

"What is chocolate?" He asked suddenly, never heard of it.

Qiu Li had already eaten, and stuffed the half-eaten part into Fucheng's mouth.Fucheng didn't want to eat it, he waved his short arms and pushed him: "Go away, go away, I don't want to eat."

"You really don't want to eat it?" A piece of peeled chocolate was handed in front of him, and Jiang Bai held him with his small hands, "I still have some here, I have a lot at home."

Fucheng smelled it, then turned to look at his father who was on the stake, as if he had caused a disaster by stealing, just about to take it, he withdrew his hand, and picked his finger: "I don't want it, I can't eat something that Dad doesn't want to eat. want."

Jiang Bai also looked at the big lion, it was so beautiful, it was as big as the lion in his hometown.He blocked it forward: "Eat it, I won't tell others. I still have a lot... What's your name?"

Fucheng squeezed the chocolate and secretly stuffed it into the small cloth bag, his voice became softer, after all, he took someone else's delicious food. "Fucheng..." After speaking, he sniffed and scratched the cloth bag with his little hands.

"My name is Qiu Li." Qiu Li said.

"My name is Qing Rang." Qing Rang also said.But after the two of them finished talking, the one named Jiang Bai didn't turn around, and the chocolate wasn't given either.