Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The cry of the little baby instantly alarmed everyone, and the family quickly put down what they were holding and ran over.

The trumpet was sitting on the sofa and choked. The child beside him was a little at a loss. Seeing so many people running over, he uncomfortably pulled the corner of his clothes.

Feng Hao saw the black child at first glance. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to teach the child who bullied his brother. Jiang Fang grabbed him, "I don't know what's going on yet."

Wei Yingran walked over and hugged the trumpet in his arms to coax, "Baby don't cry, what's the matter."

The little horn was sobbing. He was completely asleep. He has forgotten why he was crying even after crying. Anyway, he felt that there was one thing he couldn't remember, and the baby was particularly wronged.

Little Heiwa scratched her head, her face was innocent and nervous, "Grandpa Wei, I didn't say anything, so I asked who he was and he cried himself. What's wrong with him."

Wei Yingran knew this child, and he was the child of their neighbor. Although he always irritated his grandparents a little bit, he didn't have any bad thoughts, and he wasn't the kind of kid who likes to bully.

Facing the child's questioning, Wei Yingran was also puzzled. He wiped away the tears on the little speaker, and then looked at the little speaker.

"Baby, tell grandpa how you cried."

The little speaker wiping away his tears with little care, he cried and hiccuped, "Baby...who is the baby."

He remembered why he was crying, because the kid next to him asked who he was, and he didn't think of it for a while.

Wei Yingran couldn't laugh or cry. Grandma walked over and wiped the little speaker with a wet towel. After the little speaker wiped her face, she felt less uncomfortable when she didn't wake up.

But the whole person was still sluggish. Grandma looked at him with a smile, "This is sleepy, it will be fine in a while."

Sure enough, as the grandmother had said, the little speaker woke up after a while. Asked him what happened just now, he said vaguely that he had some impressions, but he couldn't remember too clearly.

Heiwazi Wang Jinxue patted his chest exaggeratedly, and he was relieved, "I was scared to death. I thought I made people cry."

Once things are figured out, it will be fine. Little Horn and Heiwazi are one year apart, and they are considered to be the same age.

Two children should be able to play together.

Little Horn looked at this face-to-face little brother, biting the plum that grandma gave him in his mouth. He didn't dare to eat too much. He had eaten this food. The sour and sour big baby was sour. The little horn recalled the first time he ate plums, and he was so happy that he took a big bite and was afraid for a while.

Compared with him, Wang Jin learned to eat less delicately, and he gnawed at it. Sour water came out of the little horn's mouth, for his brother, "You eat like this... sour!"

The trumpet shook and proved how sour this thing was. Wang Jinxue smiled, "Have you never eaten it before? This is a banana plum. Sweet."

banana?

The little speaker looked at the yellow plum, no, no, this is a plum!

Wang Jinxue deliberately took a big bite, "You follow me, like me."

The small speaker continued to vibrate, and the frequency of the dithering became faster.

Wang Jinxue was amused and laughed, "What are you doing?"

Little Trumper didn't know that this was called making a fool of himself. He said solemnly, "That way... take a big bite and the baby will tremble."

His safety awareness is quite high, and he won't eat it regardless of how Wang Jinxue said.

Wang Jinxue gnawed his own one angrily, then clapped his hands, "Okay, don't eat if you don't eat it."

He took two plums and ran into the kitchen. He was already familiar with this place.

The old couple are boiling water in the kitchen, not gas. It is the most primitive firewood to boil water, which is hot in the kitchen. Wang Jinxue cocked his foot to touch the kitchen knife.

Wei Yingran was taken aback, "Let it go, I'll do it, kids don't use the knife."

Wang Jinxue grinned, "Grandpa Wei, did you forget that I started cooking when I was three years old."

The child suffers early, not to mention taking a kitchen knife, making a meal is no problem.

Even so, Wei Yingran still took the knife in his hand, "I will help you what I want to do."

"All right." He stretched out his hand and revealed two plums. "Grandpa Wei, you can cut me in half, and then remove the nucleus."

Wei Yingran saw that it was the plum from his mountain? The last fruit farmer transferred his or her fruit trees, and this year a lot of fruit hung on the trees. But they don't know how to take care of it. Heiwa said that last year's fruit farmer's fruit was much larger than this year's, and a group of their friends are still going to steal the fruit.

"Hey, a plum has to be cut. You have to carve out a flower." Wei Yingran said, but he didn't stop in his hand, finishing the plum as Heiwazi said.

Heiwa happily took the cut plums, and after a while in the kitchen, he was sweaty. Heiwa wiped his sweat, "Grandpa and grandma, what are you doing."

Wei Yingran smiled, "Your brother Li said that his shoulder hurts. Let's boil some water to soak his feet."

This is still a habit formed after the old couple came here, there are many elderly people in this village. I know a lot. The old people here like to go to the back mountain to plan a kind of medicinal material, and boil the medicine every day to soak their feet. Day after day, the minor physical problems are gone, and the legs no longer hurt and the waist is no longer sore.

The old couple decided to give Xiaolin a try.

Heiwazi gave a "Oh" and then turned and went out.

He was holding a plum in his hand, and the little speaker was sitting on the sofa shaking his feet, and he was still humming unintelligible songs. Heiwazi mysteriously walked to the little speaker and stretched out his hand, "You taste it."

The little speaker's eyes widened, "What is this?"

Heiwazi looked at the plate of plums on the table with a guilty conscience, "This is a banana."

The little speaker carefully observed, "You lie!"

Heiwazi's heart slammed, but it was still exposed.

"Bananas are not like this."

Heiwazi bit his scalp and said, "This is a new type of banana, only available in our village. You haven't eaten it before."

"Wow!" The little horn instantly stared, "Baby wants to eat, wants to eat."

Heiwazi breathed a sigh of relief, this is too good to lie.

"Here you are." He handed out half a plum.

The small horns were all stuffed into the mouth, and the cheeks bulged up and chewed. It was sweet and delicious!

The little speaker instantly fell in love with this kind of thing, "Banana! Baby eat it!"

Heiwa was very proud, so he said that his younger brother would definitely like to eat this kind of food. He also likes to eat it himself. Heiwazi instantly swelled, "I will feed you when you call me, brother."

The little baby is a very unethical baby, "Brother, brother, brother!"

The two real brothers who were sent to the village shop to buy salt and soy sauce heard them. They looked at each other and walked in. The originally dignified black boy withered in an instant, Feng Hao walked up to the two of them, "What are you doing?"

The little horn is heartless, "Brother, give me a banana!"

Feng Hao looked around for a week, there is no banana.

The little horn went to pick Heiwazi's hand, "In my brother's hand, banana! Baby still eat it!"

Heiwa opened his hand in a serene way, where is the banana in his hand. It's obviously bananas and plums.

Heiwazi explained, "I said this banana plum is sweet and has a banana flavor. But my brother didn't believe it, he didn't dare to eat it. I cut it open for him, and he dared to eat it."

The people are not big, and there are many ghost ideas.

Heiwazi is very lively in front of the little speaker, but very restrained in front of the two older children.

Feng Hao took the two and a half plums in Heiwazi's hand, and said to the trumpet that his brother will perform a magic trick for you.

Jiang Fang hooked up the corner of his mouth, and again he was deceived by the little speaker. One magic trick, three big understandings, only one victim.

Feng Hao held half a "banana" in one hand, and chanted a spell casually. Then he pressed the two "bananas" together, and the two semicircles formed a ball. The small horn opened his mouth wide and looked at this magical change in surprise.

He looked at the contents of his brother's hand, then looked at the plate on the table, the little speaker clapped his hands and said, "My brother turned the'banana' into a plum."

My goodness, my brother is amazing.

The simple appearance of the little horn makes everyone feel guilty when they lie to him. Heiwazi first confessed, "I'm sorry, I lied to you. That's not a banana, that's a plum. I asked Grandpa Wei to cut it open, you See if you are not sour after eating."

The little speaker smacked his lips, really! The baby did not shake, this is not a sour plum.

The little baby suddenly regained his interest in plums, but couldn't help it from the beginning. A small plate of plums was almost completely eaten by the trumpet, and he had to look around after eating.

Grandpa put the plums in the refrigerator, which he couldn't reach, and then took a small bench and sat in front of the refrigerator to swallow.

This look really makes people reluctant to say something.

But eating too much plum is always bad, no one helped him to get it. Let the little horn not be able to eat, drooling.

When it was time to finish the meal, the weather was hot and everyone had no desire to eat. But there is enough fruit here. In addition to the plums on the mountain, there are also watermelons, tomatoes and cucumbers in the house. It’s the best to eat these summers.

Everyone was sitting in the yard enjoying the natural evening breeze. When the old couple was building the house, they decided to take a cool summer and watch the stars.

Several rocking chairs slid away, and Heiwazi was pulled back by his own grandmother by ears. Little Trumpet hugged a piece of watermelon and gnawed with relish, which briefly made up for his disappointment that he did not eat plums.

Wei Yingran coughed slightly, "Who is going to follow me up the mountain tomorrow."

The grandmother smashed his wife, "The child has finally taken a vacation, what do you have to do to go up the mountain. You are not over after you wrap up a broken mountain."

Feng Hao subconsciously avoided his grandfather's gaze, he didn't want to climb the mountain. Climbing the mountain is too tiring, except for the grass and trees on the mountain, it is not fun at all.

Jiang Fang thought so too.

Only the little speaker responded positively, and he held up his hands, "Me! Me! I'm going!"

The old man was very pleased, "Okay, let the little speaker go with me! Baby, we have to get up early tomorrow and climb up the mountain when the weather is cool."

Little Horn hasn't climbed the mountain at all, he is still happy, not knowing what he is about to face.

He nodded cheerfully, "Ok, when shall we go?"

Wei Yingran thought for a while, and it was early morning, "Why don't we leave at five o'clock."

The little horn was stunned, how could this happen, he anxiously played a set of Tai Chi and finally stretched out seven fingers.

He wanted to tell grandpa, no, it's too early, my baby gets up at seven for school!