Zhou Sheng is a man with a clear sense of grudges. On the way here, he was prepared to be grateful and at the same time prepared to attack.
At this moment, hearing Luo Baobao's sincere apology and seeing the annoyed and remorseful look on the little girl's face, most of Zhou Sheng's pent-up anger suddenly dissipated.
"Hey, I can't blame you entirely for this. Bingbing is also at fault." Zhou Sheng said.
Among the group of children, Bingbing is twelve years old and is the oldest one. Logically speaking, he should be more sensible.
But...
"You and Bingbing have been friends since childhood, and we often quarreled and fought. Forget it, this matter is over. You two will get along well in the future, and don't do this again." Zhou Sheng said , and raised his hand to gently pat Luo Baobao's head.
Luo Baobao forced out a wry smile, "How is Bingbing doing now?" she asked again.
When Zhou Sheng mentioned this, he stopped laughing and frowned: "He's still sulking at home. He won't eat the red date porridge your Aunt Ping'er cooked for him. I don't know what to do!"
Luo Baobao frowned, "How can he do this? He will get sick if he doesn't eat something warm and replenishing! How about I go see him?"
When Zhou Sheng heard this, he was a little embarrassed.
When he went out earlier, Bingbing was still losing his temper and annoyed her to kick him. Now if she went, wouldn't she hit the muzzle of a gun?
What if the two of them start fighting again?
When Zhou Sheng was about to refuse, Blacksmith Luo said: "Yes, let the baby go and see it, and bring some delicious food to Bingbing. What does Bingbing like to eat the most?"
Luo Baobao shook his head, "Bingbing's favorite is my wooden sword. That wooden sword was given to me by my father. I brought the wooden sword with me to make sure he likes it."
Blacksmith Luo nodded, it was just a wooden sword. He would just wait for Tang Yazi to come back and let him cut another one. As long as Bingbing could be coaxed, a wooden sword would be regarded as a gift to Bingbing.
In this way, Luo Baobao took the wooden sword and went to Zhou Sheng's house with Zhou Sheng.
"Why is the baby here?"
Ping'er was having lunch with Huahua and her little girl in the main room when she saw Zhou Sheng and Luo Baobao coming in together, and was surprised.
Luo Baobao and Ping'er smiled: "I'm here to see Bingbing."
"Ah?" Ping'er was even more surprised and looked at Zhou Sheng.
But Zhou Sheng had already knocked on Bingbing's door, "Bingbing, are you asleep? The baby is here to see you!"
The person in the room said nothing, but coughed deliberately.
This means no sleep.
Zhou Sheng turned his head and looked at Baby Luo worriedly.
Luo Baobao gave Zhou Sheng a reassuring look, "I can just go in by myself."
Baby Luo came to Bingbing's bedside, and Bingbing lay there, rolling his eyes at Baby Luo.
"Aren't you following that wild boy from another village? Why are you still here? You go away, we will no longer be friends!" Bingbing said.
Luo Baobao stood still in front of the bed and looked at Bingbing on the bed coldly, "Bingbing, let me ask you, do you consider me a good friend?"
Bingbing frowned, "Isn't this nonsense? If I didn't treat you as a good friend, would I play with you? Didn't you see that my team is all boys, so I will take you to play with a girl!"
Luo Baobao nodded: "Okay, I'm asking you, what is the most important thing between good friends?"
Bingbing said without thinking: "Whoever dares to bully you, I will help you beat him."
Luo Baobao twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his little fist, "Are you sure you're the one who beat me?"
Bingbing grinned and smiled sheepishly.
"Okay, you're better at kicking and punching than me, so why don't you have a good father who is a general?" Bingbing said.
Luo Baobao added: "I think as a good friend, the most important thing is respect, but you don't respect me."
"You're talking nonsense!" Bingbing shouted.
This startled Zhou Sheng and Ping'er who were eavesdropping outside the door. Zhou Sheng thought they were going to fight again and almost broke in, but Ping'er grabbed him.
Ping'er made a silence gesture towards him, so Zhou Sheng could only continue to listen patiently:
In the room, Luo Baobao said: "I'm not talking nonsense, Bingbing, remember the last time your uncle's cousin came over to play, what did I do?"
Bingbing thought about it and said, "We played together, and you went home and brought him delicious snacks to entertain him, and invited him to your house to play."
Luo Baobao nodded, "I'm not familiar with your uncle's cousin, why should I invite him to my house? It's not just because of you."
"Because I am your cousin, and you are my good friend. I respect you, so I respect your cousin. In the words my husband taught us, this is called loving the house and the bird."
"But what about you? You saw me and Jing Ling playing together, and you started to bully Jing Ling. You didn't listen to my explanations to you, so I kicked you on impulse."
Bingbing puffed up his cheeks: "I don't know why, I just don't like that wild boy from another village!"
"He is not a wild boy, he is my uncle Zuo's son. He has a name. His name is Zuo Jingling!"
"I don't care what his name is, anyway, I just don't like him..."
"Whether you like him or not, without him today, you would have drowned by now!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
Outside the house, Zhou Sheng and Ping'er looked at each other. Are these really two children quarreling?
Why do you sound so much like an adult talking?
Hey, in the blink of an eye, the children have all grown up, and they talk in the same way.
After a brief silence fell in the room, Luo Baobao spoke up again: "Haven't you been rare for this wooden sword for a long time? I brought it over to you and gave it to you, just to talk to you about what I have to do today. apologize."
"Does this wooden sword really belong to me?" Bingbing's voice became excited, "You won't regret it one day and want to go back with me, right?"
Luo Baobao twitched his lips, "My parents taught me that I should keep my word. Don't worry, I will never regret it once I decide to give it to you!"
"However, I hope you can reflect on this matter carefully and refrain from clapping."
Obviously, Bingbing didn't listen to these words very much, because he had already climbed out of the quilt, holding the wooden sword and touching it up and down, looking at it, with excitement on his face.
Luo Baobao looked at him like this and didn't say anything. She looked at the wooden sword with a bit of reluctance, turned around and left the house resolutely.
"Baby, have you agreed?" Ping'er asked outside the house.
Luo Baobao shrugged and said, "I've said everything that needs to be said, and I don't know the rest."
Ping'er smiled and said, "Bingbing will figure it out on his own."
"I hope so." Luo Baobao asked, could she figure out that this was Bingbing's business? For this friendship, this playmate she had grown up with, she thought it was enough to treat her sincerely.
When her mother was at home, she always taught her to do her best and obey fate. When dealing with her friends, she must be tolerant while also adhering to her own principles. It is wrong to be blindly accommodating.
