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Luo Meihui, the unlucky child, led his younger sister up the mountain without saying a word, which made it difficult for adults to find him. Today's meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots is impossible to escape no matter what. Luo Hongfeng doesn't know where to find a ruler. After a few slaps, her palms turned red, and even Luo Meiling got hits a few times too.

After being beaten, she was given a foot restraint order, and it happened that two people had just been brought up in Luo Hongfeng's store, and she herself would be able to relax for a while, and have some time to stare at these two girls.

This time the sisters were punished, not to mention Luo Meng, even the old man Liu Chunlan and Luo who were most used to them were silent, and it was useless to stare at them pitifully.You are very courageous, if you don't care about it, what will happen if something happens someday?

"How's it going?" Liu Chunlan asked Luo Meng when there were fewer people.

"It's nothing serious, I have a little problem with my heart." After thinking about it, it would be better for Luo Meng to tell the truth to the old man. After all, when he and Xiao Shulin were busy, Liu Chunlan and the others would always take care of the monkey boy. Can be more careful.

"What's the problem with the heart?" Liu Chunlan immediately became nervous when she heard that there was a heart problem. In the eyes of the older generation, can the heart problem be a small problem?

"Atrial septal defect, the doctor said it's not serious, you can observe it first, the operation is also very safe, many children can grow well without surgery." Luo Meng avoided the serious.

"It's really not serious?" Liu Chunlan was dubious, fearing that Luo Meng would deceive her.

"Really, I don't believe you to read the medical records?" Luo Meng took out the medical records from his coat pocket. Liu Chunlan couldn't read, so he had to show them to old man Luo. A word, the old couple didn't say anything.

"Hey, hello my good grandson." Liu Chunlan reached out and hugged Monkey Boy from Xiao Shulin: "How are you doing? Are you going to be good in the hospital today?"

"call……"

"Hey, call me grandma."

"Woolen cloth……"

"Oh, you're so good, let's call again."

"..."

Teaching Monkey Boy to speak can no longer be delayed. Before, Romon was worried that asking too much of him would make him feel uncomfortable and repulsed. Now the child has developed a sense of dependence on Romon and Xiao Shulin. The period is basically over.

That night, Luo Meng downloaded many nursery rhymes from the Internet for him to play at home. When the other children heard the nursery rhymes, they would all shake their heads, clap their hands and jump up and down. Squatting on the ground with a confused face, he looked at his TV for some unknown reason, and then at Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin.

"Don't like it?" Seeing his reaction, Romon couldn't help scratching his head.

"Teach him." Xiao Shulin said, how could he do it if he didn't?

"I teach?" Romon looked at Xiao Shulin.

"You teach." Xiao Shulin nodded.

"That's all right, I'll teach it, cough cough." Luo Meng also knew that it was really difficult for Xiao Shulin to teach this thing, so he had no choice but to install it by himself, selected a nursery rhyme with the remote control, and then turned on the Wazi hugged him and sat on his lap, and began to sing softly: "Little rabbit, be good..."

"..." Houwazi frowned, looking at him in bewilderment.

"Come on, son, be good, little rabbit..." Lao Zhou also frowned, persistently singing nursery rhymes.

"..." Houwazi turned to look at Xiao Shulin.

"Ahem, why don't we tell stories?" Xiao Shulin said.

"Telling a story? Telling a story is good!" Romon immediately stopped singing when he heard it. He is also a man, even if he is not cool and stylish, he doesn't want to sing nursery rhymes.

"What story should I tell?" Romon said and turned on the computer and began to search: ""Little Red Riding Hood"? No, Grandma Wolf is too scary, "Snow White"? That's what little girls like, "Excuse the Light" ? Forget this..."

"The Ugly Duckling? That's good, let's just watch the movie." Romon asked Xiao Shulin.

"Okay." Xiao Shulin also thinks this is a story, it doesn't necessarily have to come from their mouths, it's the same as what is said on TV.

"Quack quack!"

"quack!"

"Quack quack!"

"Gah!"

"Squeak..."

"Huh!!!"

The father and son sat on the sofa and watched for a long time, but they couldn't wait for a line...

"Huh..." Houwazi stretched his neck and looked at the crying ugly duckling on TV.

"Good boy." Romon hugged him into his arms.

"Crack it." Houwazi looked up at Luo Meng, teardrops falling down in big ones.

"Hey, let's not cry." Luo Meng patted him on the back, took two pieces of tissue paper from the coffee table and came over to help him wipe his tears and snot. Only then did he remember that the child had been in their house for so long. Time, never cried before.

"Suck..." Houwazi sniffed his nose, snuggled up to Romon, and turned to look at the unwanted little duck on TV.

Luo Meng wiped the tears from his face, turned to look at Xiao Shulin, and found that his eye sockets were also wet. Luo Meng stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, and the family of three leaned together to watch TV.

"Suck..." Houwazi's big teardrops wet Romon's arms.

"Suck..." Luo Meng pulled two more pieces of facial tissue, first wiped the monkey boy, and then wiped two on his own face.

"Suck..." Xiao Shulin wiped his face with his sleeve, and turned his head aside.

"Woo..." Jin Jin who was sitting on the floor also hummed.

The next day, when Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin drove to pick up Boss Xiao at the blacksmith shop, Boss Xiao saw that their eyes were red and swollen, and after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong.

"Didn't you tell me that there is nothing serious about Monkey Boy?" Boss Xiao was also worried yesterday, and he called Xiao Shulin early to inquire about the situation. Hearing that there is nothing serious, it can be cured with a little money, so he is relieved He breathed a sigh of relief, but when he saw the virtues of Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin today, he raised his heart just now.

"It's all right." Xiao Shulin said.

"It's okay, why are you two crying?" Boss Xiao didn't believe it.

"Who is crying?" Xiao Shulin refused to admit it.

"Didn't you cry? You lied to a ghost! Tell me, what's going on?"

"Uncle, it's okay, we didn't cry because of that." Luo Meng also said.

"Then why are you crying?"

"Well, didn't you watch a cartoon yesterday..." Boss Xiao is obviously not the type who can be easily fooled. Although it was a bit embarrassing, Romon had no choice but to confess honestly.

"What? You can cry like this after watching a cartoon? You two are out of order, aren't you two?" Boss Xiao said and slapped his son on the back of the head.

"Who cried?" Xiao Shulin would not admit it anyway.

"Yo Yo, haven't you cried yet? What, "The Ugly Duckling"? How old are you this year? Huh?"

"I said I didn't cry anymore!"

"Oh, both of them are in their thirties. You can cry when you watch "The Ugly Duckling". This is the first time I've heard of it..."

"Uncle, do you want to take a look too?" Seeing that he was talking endlessly, Xiao Shulin's face turned dark at the moment, so he quickly interrupted his words.

"What's so good that I can still be like you?" Boss Xiao said disdainfully.

"This cartoon is really well done. I'll send the link to Da Ya's button in a while, so she can show it to you, shall I?"

"I don't watch it, it's up to you guys to watch it." Boss Xiao resolutely refuses to watch things that will lower people's IQ.

This day happened to be Sunday, so no one needed to go to school. Some time ago, when the school just started, Mrs. Xiao’s family also planned to move to the town, but it didn’t rain this year. In March, the town still had no water for three days. The neighbors over there complained to them that it was too hard to carry water every day, so they didn't move after thinking about it.

"Uncle, just now Luo Meng sent a link to me, saying it's for you." During lunch, Da Ya told Boss Xiao.

"Don't talk to him." Boss Xiao snorted.

"It's a pretty good cartoon, let's watch it later." Da Ya said again.

"What's so interesting?" Boss Xiao has never been interested in those childish things.

"Just take a look." The little girls were smiling, not afraid of him.

After dinner, Da Ya moved her notebook downstairs. This girl is not good at studying, but she is good at making money. As early as when she was in junior high school, her embroidery was already able to sell for some money, and now her income is even more stable. , I already have a lot of savings in the bank card, and I usually buy clothes, computers, and mobile phones, but I haven't taken money from Auntie Ayun much.

"It's from [-], wow! It's an antique." Several girls gathered around the computer and chattered.

"The computer is so small, let's watch it on the TV." Aunt Ayun said to them. Those who work in their line of work need to take special care of their eyes.

A few minutes later, the dubbing of the movie "The Ugly Duckling" sounded in the living room of Boss Xiao's house...

When Aunt Ayun came out of the back room after washing the dishes, she saw Boss Xiao sitting on the sofa shrugging his shoulders.

"What's wrong with your Uncle Xiao?" Aunt Ayun patted Erya who was sitting on the farthest side, and asked with her mouth.

"..." Erya dropped the corner of her mouth, silently making tears on her face with her fingers.

"..." Aunt Ayun opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

After Lao Zhou and his family cried together, their life became more warm. He and Xiao Shulin ordered a batch of hardcover fairy tale books online, and when they came back, they would hold the monkey baby and tell him stories every day after dinner and bath. .

When it comes to the places that Monkey Boy is interested in, he will also babble and learn a few words. At this time, Romon and the others will patiently teach him that although the progress is slow, after a few days, he can also see obvious progress up.

Of course, this may also have something to do with the fact that Luo Meng adds spiritual spring water to his water tower every day. Since the monkey boy came, all their food and food are basically filled with spiritual spring water. After a period of time, people can't see any changes. They The flowers and plants beside the house are becoming more and more vibrant.

After the second batch of persimmons from the old Zhou's family hatched, they kept some of them for their own consumption, and took the rest to the courtyard, so that everyone could try them out.

"Wow! This persimmon is so beautiful, you can tell me." At noon that day, people in the courtyard just finished their lunch break and were about to start their afternoon work. When they heard that Lao Zhou had brought their persimmons, everyone gathered around to join in the fun.

"Let's see, let's see." Martin Liang quickly squeezed into the crowd. This old man is not young, but his body is strong. "Oh, this Huojing persimmon grows well, let me try one and see how it goes."

"Let's eat." Romon squatted aside and said with a chuckle, he was quite confident in his own persimmons.

Martin Liang, an old foodie, is quite experienced. He didn't need anyone to teach him. He took a persimmon from the basket, picked the fruit stem, and sucked it in his mouth...

"How are you doing?" The person next to him asked quickly.

"Cool, sweet and refreshing! Delicious!" Martin Liang praised, and stretched his hand into the basket.

"Old Zhou said that everyone can only eat one." The people next to him quickly stopped them. There are so many people in their yard. There are many old people who work here on a regular basis and come here every day. Recently, they came again. There are hundreds of people in the two groups of Yongqing, and one person may not be enough.

"Hey, let's have another one. I didn't taste the one just now." The young grandpa of the Ma family wanted to play tricks.

"Come on, everyone says it's cool, sweet and refreshing." The people next to them smiled and gathered around the basket to pick, tsk, one for each, no matter what, you have to pick a big one for yourself.

The persimmons of Luo Meng's family are first of all beautiful. The skin of the persimmons is so thin that it can be broken by blowing a bomb, and the color is bright red. The flesh inside the persimmons seems to be flowing, and it is very attractive.

Take off the fruit stem and take a sip. It is refreshing, sweet but not greasy, with a fragrant fruity fragrance. Unfortunately, the size is too small, and a fruit can be swallowed in one bite. If you want to eat it, you can't eat it. Everyone is greedy. Scratching, I look forward to the next batch of persimmons hatching quickly.

"Boy, that's not bad. Most of the things that our provincial farmers haven't done in years, you planted them in a year." Martin realized that it was impossible to eat more, so he had no choice but to smack his lips and hook his shoulders with Romon. Back to go.

"It's just luck." Romon smiled modestly.

"Luck is also a kind of strength. How about it? How are you going to sell this persimmon?" Martin Liang gave him a high hat.

"One yuan each, and you can sell it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Hey hey, that's a good relationship, remember to leave some for me then."

"Success." Luo Meng smiled and asked him, "How do our persimmons compare with those produced in Guanzhong?"

"Tsk, what do you say? Your persimmons are good to eat, but compared with the Huojing persimmons in Guanzhong, they are still a bit different. Oh, the difference does not mean that they are not good. Each has its own characteristics. The climate The soil is so different, so the fruits planted will definitely be different." Martin Liang talked about the matter.

"Isn't it worse than the one in Guanzhong?" Romon asked.

"That's for sure." Martin Liang highly recognized the persimmons grown by Romon.

"Hey hey." Lao Zhou smiled so proudly.

There are more than [-] persimmon trees in their house, and more than one bears fruit. These days, they have matured in patches. Every afternoon, Luo Meng and Xiao Shulin Houwazi will pick persimmons. They are hatched in a barn in a courtyard, and half of the hatched persimmons have to be scraped off before they reach the store.

One yuan per persimmon, like Hou Fatty, squatting under the corridor, can eat twenty or thirty in one go, and it takes more than ten or ten minutes to account for most of the day's salary.