The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 905 Bullying
The time after waking up at noon is the most pleasant time of the day for the twins.

Normally, the two of them would be gardening in the garden, climbing up and down without anyone taking care of them; but today, they had another important thing to do: accompany their mother and wait for their father to come back.

Ms. Zhao was already sitting under the shade of the trees in the yard, doing needlework and paying attention to the movements outside the yard door.

The twins also moved bamboo chairs and sat on them.

Huaizuo couldn't stop himself, so he pulled out a piece of grass and teased the ants;

Huai took a nine-ring ring in his right hand and fiddled with it.

From time to time, Xiao Huaiyou's eyes drifted to the soles of the shoes that Zhao was holding, and occasionally he looked up at the expression on Zhao's face.

Xie Zhifei noticed that every time Zhao spoke, Huaiyou would stop what he was doing and listen carefully.

The courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, and Zheng Huantang walked in through the light and shadow.

"father!"

Huaizuo ran out like a monkey.

Mrs. Zhao threw her sewing work into the basket. Xu got up violently and swayed.

A pair of small hands came over.

Huaiyou: "Mom, please slow down."

Ms. Zhao didn't seem to hear her, so she shook off her daughter's hand, picked up her skirt and hurried over to greet her.

Huaiyou's slender arms froze in mid-air. After being frozen for a moment, she lowered her head, sniffed, and sucked in the tears that welled up in her eyes.

Xie Zhifei's heart ached uncontrollably.

"Sister, come on, come and see. Dad has bought you a pair of Lus. Come and see!"

"coming!"

Huaiyou raised his head, sniffed again, tried his best to squeeze out a smile on his face, then walked up to Zheng Huantang and said with joy:

"Thank you, Dad. Dad worked hard today."

"Family, thank you for what you say."

Zheng Huantang obviously enjoyed the feeling of his wife and children surrounding him. It was also because he met his biological daughter in Shuiyue Temple, and a smile spread from the bottom of his heart on his face.

"Let's go play with my brother."

When Huaizuo heard this sentence, as if he had received an order, he raised the book in his hand to Huaiyou and winked:
"Come on, let's go to the study."

When Huaiyou saw the book, his smile suddenly became natural.

After all, she was still young, so she couldn't help herself on the way. The elder brother gave the book to the younger sister, and the younger sister gave the Shuanglu to the elder brother, and the two of them went into the study.

Xie Zhifei did not follow, but followed Zheng Huantang and his wife back to the hospital, and stood outside the screen window of the wing room again.

"The child is doing well. He has grown a lot taller. His face is white and rosy. He looks healthy at first glance."

Zheng Huantang took off his coat and talked to Mrs. Zhao.

"When I was talking to her master Jingchen, she was sitting next to her. I don't know if she was tired from being busy with July and a half these days, so she was dozing off little by little."

"Have you ever spoken to her?"

"said."

Zheng Huantang: "I deliberately asked, little master, I haven't been sleeping well in the past few days. Is there any talisman bag in the nunnery that can help me sleep better."

Zhao: "How did she answer?"

Zheng Huantang: "She said the talisman bag is of no use. As long as the donor doesn't think about anything before going to bed, he can fall asleep."

"A child who is only eight years old looks like an adult." Ms. Zhao took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears.

Seeing his wife wiping away tears again, Zheng Huantang felt helpless on his face, "By the way, there was a almsgiver at the nunnery today, and there was also a fortune teller."

Zheng Huantang softened his voice.

"When the man saw the child, in front of Master Jingchen, he said that the child looked like a person with great blessings. He also said that her good days were yet to come."

"really?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Zheng Huantang poured himself a cup of herbal tea, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Maybe God is compensating her, but not necessarily."

Zhao was dubious, "How did her master treat her?" "While they were talking about Buddhist scriptures, Master Jingchen saw her yawning and asked her to go to the room to rest for a while, but she refused and said she wanted to stay with the master."

Zheng Huantang: "The relationship between master and apprentice has been very good over the years. You don't have to worry."

Mrs. Zhao sighed: "No matter how good it is, what's the use? How can an old nun or a young nun get ahead?"

The feeling of powerlessness once again appeared on Zheng Huantang's face.

"She's eight years old, she can't be a nun all her life, right?"

Mrs. Zhao walked up to the man and said, "Call the court, let alone the child, just our son. After this birthday, our son will be eight years old. What is his future future?"

Mrs. Zhao wiped away tears: "You Zheng family all take care of that child, who will take care of my son?"

Zheng Huantang: "Qingyun, in front of Huaizuo..."

"Fifth Master, Fifth Master..."

"The wine and food I ordered have arrived. After dinner, I will explain it to you in detail."

Zheng Huantang lifted the bead curtain and walked out, "Coming, coming..."

Mrs. Zhao looked at the swaying bead curtain and gritted her teeth: "It's always like this. When I mention this matter, I run away faster than anyone else. You can't bully others like this. You can't."

……

The food was delivered early and it was still bright, so Zheng Huantang arranged the birthday banquet in the courtyard.

A small square table can accommodate a family of four.

I am used to eating food at home and occasionally eating food from outside. Not to mention the two children who are very happy, even Mrs. Zhao rarely praised the food.

Huaiyou can't eat.

Zheng Huantang got his daughter a bowl of water and ordered her to put each dish in the water and remove the oil before eating.

Even so, Huaiyou ate with gusto.

Zhao usually doesn't drink, but today she asked the man for a drink.

Zheng Huantang didn't want to refute her face in front of his children, and he was worried that she would drink too much and say things that she shouldn't say, so he only reminded her vaguely:

"Just drink a little, don't drink too much."

"On the child's birthday, the mother is happy, but even if she drinks too much, she won't be able to prevent it."

Zhao passed him, picked up the wine flask and filled it for herself.

Xie Zhifei discovered that she was wearing the new bamboo-green dress and her hair was tied up perfectly.

After finishing the two pots of wine, Zheng Huantang took Zhao's wine cup and said softly: "I won't drink anymore. Let's use some food. Huai Zuo, serve your mother some food."

Zhao suddenly smiled and said, "Let Huai You prosper."

Huaiyou was startled at first, as if he couldn't believe his ears, then he put down the bowls and chopsticks and said happily: "Mom, I'll help you serve it."

After filling more than half of the bowl, Huaiyou handed it over with both hands. Huaiyou was not sure, "Mom, is it enough? Do you want to add more?"

"enough."

Mrs. Zhao reached out to take it, but the moment her fingers touched the bowl, she suddenly let go.

The bowl shattered in response.

Everyone was startled.

Mrs. Zhao said "Hey" and sneered:
"Other people's eight-year-old children are helping the master to do this and that. Our family is not so good. They can't even hold a rice bowl. Come on, come on, come on, I don't want to eat this meal!"

"Zhao Qingyun!"

Zheng Huantang stood up and took the startled Huaiyou into his arms, "Huaizuo, your mother is drunk, help your mother into the house."

"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober, Zheng Huantang, I'm soberer than ever."

Zhao pointed at Zheng Huantang's nose.

"You, the Zheng family, don't let me go out, don't let me talk, after bullying my daughter, you bully my son again, for eight years, you bullied each other too much!"

The wine made Zhao's face a little red, as if a layer of rouge had been applied to it.

Looking at it from Xie Zhifei's point of view, there is nothing bright or attractive, only a little pitiful.

(End of this chapter)