"Ahhhhh-" Fuchen cried, refusing to eat without turning his head, and his hands and feet shrank in discomfort.
But grandma kept trying to feed her, as if she was holding on to someone to feed a piglet.
The ghost man looked annoyed and wanted to strangle everyone to death. Suppressing the displeasure in his heart, the ghost man frowned and nodded his fingers.
"Traveling all over the mountain roads singing folk songs -" the high-pitched cell phone ringtone came from the entrance, as loud as a vegetable seller's trumpet.
Grandma put the bottle in the stroller and turned around to make a phone call.
The ghost man immediately poured the milk into a dead wooden basin on the balcony. The dry soil was nourished by moisture.
"Hello? Hello? Who are you?" Grandma shouted.
The phone buzzed with electricity, and my own voice could be vaguely heard coming from inside.
Grandma stared at the phone with a puzzled look on her face, then clicked on the elderly phone, wondering, "Is it broken?"
When I returned to the stroller, I saw that the milk bottle was empty. I frowned and looked around, but there were no milk stains. I touched the bedding and found that there was indeed no milk powder.
Fuchen, who was not disturbed, clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and prepared to fall asleep again.
There were tears hanging on the long eyelashes.
"Hey, little darling, I like to drink grandma by myself." Grandma smiled and pinched Fuchen's little face in an affectionate gesture.
Fuchen's little face wrinkled after being pinched, as if he was about to wake up again.
The ghost man suppressed his anger and endured it.
We know very well that the moment the floods burst the banks is the moment the volcano erupts.
Fortunately, grandma turned around, cleaned some of the boxes, and went to take a nap again.
After Fuchen woke up, he played by himself for a while. Grandma fed him milk once. When he was tired from playing, he fell asleep again.
At about ten o'clock in the evening, the door opened from the outside. The young mother returned to the house, put down her bag, and went straight to the big bed. She threw herself on the bed and refused to move.
The grandma, who had finished cleaning up for the day, followed her into the room. While rubbing her daughter's legs with slippers, she persuaded her, "Look at you, why are you so tired?"
"Listen to me and leave your child to others to take care of. How about having another child after you get married? Don't be so tired!"
The person lying on the bed showed no reaction.
Grandma said sincerely, "The Fuchen is the easiest time to get rid of it when it is small now. When it gets older, it has memory, but no one will want it!"
"You are in your prime now, so you can't let her delay you. How about finding a suitable one while you're still young?"
"Anyway, no one knows that you have a child. Giving your child to someone else to raise is good for her and for you!"
"Huh?" The person on the bed murmured, turned over, and got into the bed completely. He muttered, "Mom, where is Fuchen?"
Seeing that she had said so much but not a word was heard, her grandma hit her angrily. Seeing her tired daughter, she couldn't hold it back and helped cover her with the quilt, "You sleep, you sleep, I will take care of the child."
The ghost man floated in the air, looking down at the two of them indifferently, and listened to everything they said.
Grandma tidied up and went into the back room to sleep.
In the hall, Fu Chen was sleeping peacefully in the cradle with a very peaceful little face.
At one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, Fuchen woke up from hunger and cried loudly, and the cry of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh was wasting" echoed throughout the room.
However, the main house has been renovated by several generations of tenants, and the sound insulation effect is so good that the woman on the bed sleeps peacefully, with a beautiful sleeping face.
The grandma in the next room was snoring loudly, no less loudly than a child.
The ghost man is annoyed: I haven’t become a demon yet, and you guys are causing trouble?
He kicked twice in the air.
It's quite powerful.
The woman in the master bedroom kicked the quilt directly to the floor. However, even so, the woman still slept peacefully.
The grandma in the second bedroom woke up. After getting up from the ground, she climbed up in a daze and fell asleep again.
The ghost man's facial expression was chapped, and he was so angry that he stepped down.
"Bang." The bed board broke.
Grandma fell in, and the shock woke her up, "Ah--" She woke up in horror, shook her head and looked around, but saw no one.
Getting up from the sunken bed, grandma looked around blankly. Opening the door, she subconsciously went to the master bedroom to see her daughter.
In the house, Fuchen's cries were loud and clear.
Several people in the whole building had already turned on their lights, and they were obviously awakened by the noise.
The grandma saw her daughter sleeping soundly on the ground. She gently patted her daughter and woke her up, "Hey, wake up."
The daughter got up from the ground in a daze, crawled onto the bed, and muttered, "Mom, is Fuchen hungry?"
The ghost man noticed that grandma always leaned to the right to get closer to her daughter.
"Really?" Grandma muttered, got up and said, "I'll go out and take a look." She closed the door.
When I entered the hall, I heard crying. I looked a little impatient and hurried to prepare milk powder.
I walked to the stroller and took a big sip myself.
The hungry Fuchen raised his hand to get the bottle, until his grandma handed the bottle over, and he started sucking it.
The ghost man was disgusted by what he saw.
Grandma took the quilt out of the room and slept on the sofa. Soon the hall was filled with loud snoring.
Fuchen, who was full and sleepy, couldn't sleep at all and cried loudly.
The ghost man, who had been restless all day, became even more irritable and flipped his hands over the sofa to the ground.
Grandma suddenly rolled to the ground and shouted, "It's an earthquake! It's an earthquake!"
He crawled out of the triangular space where he was lying on the sofa and ran to his daughter's room.
As soon as I opened the door, everything was quiet. My daughter slept peacefully and the room was not messy at all.
Grandma, Monk Zhang Er, was confused. He returned to the hall and stared at the sofa.
Fortunately, there was room for her on the sofa, otherwise it would have fallen on top of her and she would have had to go to the hospital tonight.
Hearing Fuchen's cry, he touched the diaper and found it was not wet.
The grandma who fell twice suffered pain in her abdomen and back, and cursed, "Cry, cry, just cry, you debt collector. Without you, I don't know how well my daughter would have lived."
When the ghost man high in the sky heard the sound, his face turned ugly and he slapped him in the face.
There was a "pop" sound.
The face is swollen.
Grandma stared around in horror and shouted, "It's haunted! It's haunted!"
He took two steps back, guarding himself against the unknown creature in fear.
I saw that the stroller started to move on its own, shaking slightly.
The grandma was about to run out when she suddenly stopped at the entrance. She opened the door to her daughter's room and pulled her up, "Get up, get up, it's haunted!"
The daughter was sleeping soundly and was dragged out by her grandma.
With blurred eyes, he looked at the motionless pram.
The beautiful young woman walked to the stroller, her professional attire showing off her graceful figure. When she saw Fu Chen sleeping peacefully in the car, she clenched her little fists and placed them beside her head.
"Where is the ghost? Isn't it, Fuchen?" The young woman smiled brightly and gently scratched the baby's face with the back of her fingers.
The baby's face is so fleshy that even when he is asleep, it looks like a smiling face.
Look at the healing.
"Mom, are you blinded?" the young woman said to her grandmother.
Grandma pointed to the sofa and said, "Why did the sofa fall over? And my face, could it be that I hit it myself?"
Without thinking, the young woman said in a clear and gentle voice, "Where are there ghosts in the world? Maybe something happened when it was dark. This house is cheap, and if it has furniture, it won't be good furniture. Let's buy good ones in a while."
Seeing that it didn't make sense, the grandma didn't want to go out by herself, let alone leave her daughter here alone. She simply went to the master bedroom and slept with her daughter in her arms.
