Shui Bingyue put down the newspaper and looked at the man who spoke. He was not from the family compound, but he was dressed in a very official style and had to wear Mao Zedong uniform on a hot day.
The man saw that the little girl looked up at him very tired, so he squatted down and looked at her level: "It's my fault for disturbing you from reading the newspaper. But I really want to know, do you understand?"
"Why are you curious? We don't know each other. You are not from the steel factory."
"Because many children like you like to eat, drink and have fun, and it is rare to see someone who is literate and reads newspapers quietly.
I am indeed not from the steel factory, but I am Su Ningbo, the principal of Jinxing Primary School near the steel factory. I'm here for a home visit.
There are a few students who always skip classes, and other teachers are in class. I am the only one who is free, so I will talk to these parents about the specific situation. "
After hearing what this man said, Shui Bingyue nodded: "Uncle, go and get busy. Don't delay your business by chatting with me."
After saying that, he stood up, picked up his small bench and entered the house.
"This little girl didn't answer my initial question. I'll ask the parents of those children later if they know which family she is from."
Su Ningbo knocked on the door next to him. Sister Wang opened the door and greeted the visitor happily: "Principal Su, why are you here?"
Shui Bingyue heard her neighbor shouting through the door, and it turned out that he was really a principal.
Liu Xuemei was making small clothes for her eldest grandson. When she saw her daughter coming in, she asked her with a smile: "Didn't you say you want to bask in the sun outside? The sun at eight or nine o'clock is not that poisonous."
"A stranger came to the yard. He was a talkative man. I didn't know him. When he saw me reading a newspaper, he asked me directly if I could read.
He also said that he was the principal, but I didn’t believe him at all, so I went back to the house. Then he heard his neighbor Aunt Wang calling him Principal Su.
This is the first time I've met a stranger since I live here, so I'm more on guard. "
After talking about the situation of Ding Peng in Sister Wang's house, Su Ningbo next door asked about Shui Bingyue: "What's the name of the family next door? Is there a little girl about three or four years old?"
"That is Shuijian Country. The little girl you are talking about is his sister, her name is Shui Bingyue. She is a very quiet and smart little girl."
Although Sister Wang has a normal relationship with Shui Jianguo, she likes Bingyue very much. After all, a sweet-tongued and cute little girl is easy to like.
Shui Bingyue's standard is that anyone who is younger than her mother is called aunt, and her mother is now a grandmother.
Sister Wang got married late and had a mediocre diet, so she looked very old. Most children like to call her Aunt Wang. Shui Bingyue, a child over three years old, called her aunt and captured her heart instantly.
"Then can she really understand the newspaper?" Su Ningbo still wanted to know.
"Definitely. Our Ding Peng has a very good memory and can memorize ancient poems that he couldn't recite after reading them more than a dozen times."
When Su Ningbo heard that this was a good student, he could give her a chance to study in the county.
Then he continued to visit the parents of other children. He left the steel factory's family compound in less than an hour.
At noon, those children who skipped school came back for lunch, and basically had to eat fried meat on a bamboo board. These women had loud voices, and the loud cries of the dead children frightened Xiao Bokang.
Liu Xuemei and Bai Lu couldn't coax them. Shui Bingyue looked at them and suggested, "Let me try."
Seeing Bo Kang's face flushed from crying, Bai Lu carefully handed her son to her sister-in-law who was sitting beside the bed.
Shui Bingyue has a strong imitation ability and her way of holding a baby is very professional. Then he patted his little nephew's back gently with his hand, and used the accumulated spiritual power to form a soundproof protective cover for him.
Without the interference of those terrible sounds, Xiao Bokang finally stopped crying. It wasn't until the sounds outside stopped that Shui Bingyue stopped consuming spiritual power.
Liu Xuemei felt amazing: "Is it possible that children are closer to children?"
Bai Lu shook her head, she didn't know. But she can see that her sister-in-law is good to her son.
When she is out of confinement and her health is well, she will personally make a small western dress for Bingyue. After all, she's not good at anything else.
Shui Bingyue saw that Bokang was completely asleep before returning him to his sister-in-law. The three of them had lunch.
During the lunch break, the lotus birthmark on Shui Bingyue's chest flashed and seemed to be loosening. After all, the little girl's soul has become much more stable in recent years.
I often use various methods to exercise my soul. Only the soul is powerful enough to open the space.
Today's use of spiritual power requires full concentration, and it is done when the body and body are unified and awake, which makes the soul and body more consistent, and is one step closer to success.
When Shui Bingyue took a bath by herself at night, she noticed that the birthmark on her chest had become a little darker, and it was obviously different from before.
Bai Lu told Shui Jianguo what happened during the day: "Today, the sisters-in-law in the yard were beating the children and yelling and cursing, but it frightened our Bokang and kept crying.
Neither my mother nor I could coax her, so instead we got into Bingyue's arms. Bokang soon stopped crying and fell asleep soundly.
Thanks to Bingyue being here, Bokang is too small to see the wind, otherwise he can be carried out to avoid the noise. "
"That's the bad thing about the large number of people in the family hospital. If something happens to one family, everyone in the hospital will know about it.
Those sisters-in-law were disciplining their children normally, and there was nothing we could do to interrupt them. I'm trying to think of a way to find a quiet house that's close to the steel plant. "
Shui Jianguo didn't expect that his child didn't disturb others with his crying, but was frightened by others. This kind of thing is inevitable.
Bingyue will return to Qingshui Village sooner or later, and she must solve the problem fundamentally.
The child Bokang was also lucky, but his parents wanted to change their place because they were afraid that he would be scared to tears again.
You know, once you own your own house, the allocated room will be cancelled. But Shui Jianguo couldn't find a suitable house for a while.
Nowadays, every household has a large population. In the city, three generations of a family are crowded into a small house of 20 square meters.
It’s a once-in-a-millennium experience to sell takeout from a big house. It’s more about communication. After all, there are many families with children, and not all of them are as loud as those mothers.
Soon, when Xiao Bokang was full moon, Shui Shangqing put down his work in the fields for the first time and drove the donkey cart here.
He also transported the gifts entrusted to him by his other sons. Wang Caixia and Cao Yuxi from the educated youth also came together to send congratulatory gifts to Bai Lu.
After all, Bai Lu had given Wang Caixia a lot of food to eat before. Wang Caixia is a person who knows how to repay her kindness. She picks herbs in the mountains, sets traps to catch small prey, and asks Su Mengchen to exchange them for money for her.
Part of it was used for my own food, clothing, housing and transportation, and part of it was used to buy two bags of milk powder for the Bailu children.
