Chapter 36 36 "Brother, you are still the most filial to me!"...

The weather in May has bid farewell to the chill of spring. The flowers and plants in the greenhouse are brightly bathed in sunlight, and the colorful hydrangeas fill the flower pots.

In an inconspicuous corner, a cluster of flowers shaped like wild thistles stood tall. Its petals and leaves grew sloppily, and its sharp thorns reflected bright spots of light in the sunlight.

"Brother, the grass is growing."

"Little elves have grown from the Roland grass?"

"no."

The sound of people's voices grew closer, and soon, two creatures, one large and one small, appeared in front of the wild thistle. Berry squatted in front of the wild thistle, holding his chin with his hands. "It's grown! It's called Silvermoon Thistle."

Feng Ci was uninterested: "Oh."

"It can improve memory." Berry said, "Brother, Mom always forgets things. I want to give this grass to Mom."

Feng Ci: "Eat it raw or put it in soup?"

"I think both are fine." Meiguo thought seriously, "This grass is bitter. I'd better cook it in soup. That way I can add more sugar."

"Wait a minute." Feng Ci came to his senses. "You dragged me here to look at the grass so early in the morning. Do you want me to be your guinea pig again?"

The berry-blue eyes twinkled, and the soft little face pressed against his arm: "Brother, you said before -"

"I didn't say anything." Feng Ci stood up neatly.

"elder brother."

The child followed him and refused to give up.

He was young and frivolous last time. It is impossible for a person to fall into the same pit twice.

For the sake of himself and Qiao Tong, Feng Ci tried his best to persuade Meiguo to give up brewing the magic potion.

Meiguo reflected on herself and admitted her mistake sincerely: "Brother, I promise not to throw leftovers into the soup again."

Is that about leftovers?

"I don't throw my whiskers in anymore."

This is nothing, this is not the point. Feng Ci said: "Guoguo, your filial piety is enough."

"I'm not smiling." Meiguo touched her little face and said seriously, "Look, I'm not smiling at all."

"To say you're filial is to praise how good you are to your mother. You should find a good school as soon as possible."

Meiguo tried to persuade Feng Ci with soft words and hard methods for several days, but Feng Ci was determined not to give in. Meiguo stayed at home every day with her hands behind her back, sighing and looking at the grass with despair.

Previously, Qiao Tong was abroad and had no intention of celebrating her wedding anniversary with Feng Chen. Now that her two children are around her, she no longer indulges in sadness all day long. Thinking of the neglect and indifference she had shown to Feng Chen over the years, she took the initiative to propose to celebrate the 20th anniversary with him out of guilt.

"Dad and Mom are going out today. You two brothers and sisters should stay at home and go to bed early."

After saying the last sentence, Feng Chen took Qiao Tong's hand and walked out the door.

As soon as his parents left, the house suddenly felt much emptier. For a moment, Feng Ci seemed to have returned to the days when he and Meiguo depended on each other.

Thinking of everything that happened in just half a year, he couldn't help but feel as if he was in another world. At this moment, Feng Ci thought that his sister was his little lucky star.

A part of Feng Ci's heart softened. He looked at the child lying on the sofa, his expression relaxed, and he walked towards her:

"Berries, Aunt Luo is on leave today, so there's no one to cook for lunch or dinner. What do you want to eat? I'll order it for you."

Meiguo got up and said simply, "Then I want to eat meat. Lots and lots of meat."

"I've never given you meat to eat." Feng Ci said helplessly, "That's all you want."

The May Day holiday had just passed and most of the tourists had left. It was no longer difficult to go out. Feng Ci thought about how he hadn't taken Meiguo out to play for a long time, so he came up with an idea on the spur of the moment.

"I don't have anything to do today, so I'll take you to the organic farm this afternoon."

It's a good time to travel when the weather is neither too hot nor too cold.

The famous organic farm in City A covers an area of ​​1,800 acres, with a vegetable area of ​​800 acres. Most of the high-quality vegetables on the shelves of major supermarkets come from here.

The Feng family has shares in the farm. When he was a child, Feng Chen and Qiao Tong brought him to the organic farm to experience farming and participate in the autumn harvest. He is quite familiar with this place.

The farm was a bit far away, so Feng Ci and Meiguo took two subways and rode a shared bike for ten minutes before reaching their destination.

"Brother, what a big piece of land."

Meiguo looked at the endless vegetable shed and sighed, "How many velvet seeds and chickweeds can be grown here?"

Feng Ci chuckled: "Even if I gave you such a large piece of land, you wouldn't be able to cultivate it."

She worked hard for most of the day to tend to the potted plants in the greenhouse, and was so tired that she ate two big bowls of rice. Such a large piece of rice was not enough for her no matter how much she ate.

"Brother, how big is this land?"

Feng Ci estimated the area with his naked eyes: "Hmm, about six acres."

Meiguo, who had learned a little arithmetic, counted on her fingers, "My brother is planting four plots, and my father is planting two, which makes exactly six."

"I cultivate four mu of land by myself?" Feng Ci thought it was outrageous. "Shouldn't each person cultivate three mu of land?"

"Because my mother said we should respect the old and love the young."

The boy with his hands in his pockets leaned forward slightly, ruffled the child's flowing bob hair, and asked with a forced smile:

"Did your mother tell you not to treat your brother like a slave?"

Berry, with a clear, confused look in her eyes, said, "Hmm?"

"Leave."

"Little black slave."

"Go pick some vegetables with the big black slave."

There are a rich variety of vegetables and fruits on the farm. The brother and sister shuttle back and forth in the greenhouses. The picked vegetables can be taken to the park for chefs to process, making dinner easily available.

Meiguo saw the cilantro in her brother's basket and reached in with her little hand. "I don't like this stinky one. Throw it away."

"Don't throw it away." Feng Ci held her down, "I suggest you drink two more bowls of the little witch's soup and don't be picky about the dishes."

Berry turned and walked away: "Then I won't lose it. Don't give me any more suggestions."

It turns out that the little witch also dislikes that her soup tastes bad. After seeing the true face of the little witch, Feng Ci became more determined not to be a guinea pig.

The brother and sister ate until their bellies were full at the farm before returning home. Perhaps it was because the organic vegetables were too nutritious, but within two hours of arriving home, Feng Ci was hungry again.

"Guoguo, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Berry: "Brother, are you hungry?"

Feng Ci: “A little bit.”

Meiguo stretched out a fat arm that looked like a lotus root node and held it to his mouth: "My meat is very tender. I'll give you a bite, gently."

Feng Ci: "...Even so, I won't agree to be your guinea pig again."

The child decisively withdrew his hand and said angrily: "You don't know what you've missed."

With her parents not at home, there was no one to look after Meiguo, so Feng Ci hurriedly finished two sets of papers and went to bed to put the child to sleep.

"Brother, I don't want your hair, I want your face."

The soft, chubby little hands skillfully held Feng Ci's face and forced him to turn his face around.

Oh, you are such a busybody.

"Okay, go to sleep."

"Then close your eyes too."

Feng Ci put one hand behind his pillow, turned off the phone hidden under the pillow, and closed his eyes under Meiguo's supervision.

"Good night."

Just as Feng Ci finished speaking, a fluffy little head leaned over. Meiguo placed a hand on his chest and patted him gently: "Good night, brother."

In the middle of the night, the living room was dimly lit. Qiao Tong came back under the starlight, opened the door quietly, walked to the bedside and squatted down, looking at the two sleeping children with a happy and satisfied smile.

Qiao Tong gently kicked the berries under the bed and picked up the quilt.

Berry woke up immediately when she smelled her mother's fragrance.

"Mother."

"Baby."

Meiguo rubbed her eyes and sat up, pouting and complaining: "You came back so late, I almost fell asleep missing you."

"Next time, Mom will come back earlier." Qiao Tong held the child in her arms and whispered, "Guoguo, I heard that your brother took you to an organic farm today. Was it fun?"

"It's not fun. There are no chickens on the chicken farm!"

"My brother is a big liar."

Feng Ci, who was awake but pretending to be asleep: ...just say that we should find her a school to go to.

*

Qiao Tong's illness has become serious again.

The doctor always needed to prescribe a new medicine every once in a while, but as her health deteriorated, the intervals between changes of medicine became shorter and shorter.

The couple tacitly kept Qiao Tong's illness a secret from their two children. Feng Chen, who was concerned about his wife's health, often smoked on the balcony in the middle of the night to relieve the negative emotions that he could not suppress.

Feng Ci, who was fully prepared for the battle, slept lightly, and Feng Chen got up more often at night, so he also noticed something unusual.

One night, he saw Feng Chen burying his head in Qiao Tong's arms like a child. Even though he didn't hear anything, he could guess that apart from his mother's illness, what else could make his father so fragile and helpless?

Feng Ci had no choice but to give up his inner struggle and become the little witch's guinea pig again with the bravery of a hero cutting off his own arm.

Meiguo, who was unaware of the situation, was so moved that she accompanied Feng Ci all the way downstairs the next day.

"Brother, come home early. I will miss you at home."

"Brother, you are the most filial to me in this family!"

! !

The front of the electric scooter tilted, and Feng Ci fell backward in anger. He turned around and shouted, "Change the word for me! Is this how you use filial piety? Who taught you to use it wrongly?"

The electric scooter took him away directly, and all the irritable brother's dissatisfaction was forced to hide in the wind.

Feng Ci had already made unpredictable preparations for the little witch's soup, but no matter how strange the consequences were, Feng Ci had to do it.

I have to do it even if I have a miserable life. At worst, I will be mute for two days.

On the night after taking the second bowl of magic potion, Feng Ci calmly took a shower and went to bed. When he woke up in the morning, he took a deep breath and carefully uttered a syllable from his throat.

Great, that's normal.

The tall boy breathed a sigh of relief and immediately ran to the bathroom. He looked left and right in the mirror and found nothing unusual.

Feng Ci remembered that Meiguo had said that she added silvermoon thistle to the soup. It was a kind of herb that could enhance memory. It sounded harmless. Maybe he had gotten a good deal this time.

Yes, how could someone be so unlucky as to fall into the same pit twice.

In a good mood, Feng Ci happily went to school with his schoolbag on his back.

"The one who made the most obvious progress in our monthly exams this time was Feng Ci. Everyone has seen his recent performance. He was able to climb from the bottom of the class to the upper middle, which shows how seriously he takes his studies and how hard he works."

"Of course, besides Feng Ci, there are others who have made great progress. This is a good sign. I believe you will achieve excellent results in next month's college entrance examination!"

At the class mobilization meeting, the head teacher spoke passionately and thunderous applause broke out from the audience from time to time.

Zhang Mai and Jiang Hao were still at the bottom of the class and had no interest in this. He bumped Feng Ci next to him with his shoulder.

"Hey, Brother Feng, the teacher is praising you again."

Feng Ci lowered his head and ignored him.

"Brother Feng, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Mai leaned over to take a look, and when he saw Feng Ci's appearance clearly, his eyes widened: "Brother Feng, you... you're crying? Why are you crying?"

Zhang Mai's suona-like voice made the whole class quiet down, and countless eyes shot in the same direction.

Silently wiping away tears, desperately trying to stop them, only to experience the social death sentence first: ...

Fang Chengxuan and Jiang Hao punched each other. Hiss, the old guy was really ruthless.

It hurts so they are not dreaming!

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but they do so when they are sad. If others cry because they are too happy about an exam a month ago, that's fine.

But that person was Brother Feng. My God, Brother Feng actually shed tears secretly during an exam just because of a compliment from his teacher.

The college entrance examination is so terrifying!

Feng Ci didn't know what was wrong with him at first, and when he found out it was too late.

The three-and-a-half-year-old little witch only remembered that Silvermoon Thistle could improve memory, but she forgot its other important function, which is that it could enhance a person's emotions in a short period of time.

It can turn a cold-blooded killer into a merciful saint in the blink of an eye, and a steely tough guy into a sad and sorrowful whimpering monster. Feng Ci only learned about this miraculous ability that is like a resurrection.

In order to test the extent of his poisoning, Feng Ci watched Animal World with Meiguo at night.

Feng Chen came out of the study and saw Feng Ci crying in front of the TV. His brain stopped working for two seconds. Hmm... what was the tear-jerking part in Tiger King's Battle? It was worth him crying.

This brat was finally driven crazy by the college entrance examination.

Feng Chen patted his son's shoulder like a loving father and said gently, "Just take the test casually. Your mother and I don't have high expectations of you."

Feng Ci wiped away his tears fiercely, raised his red eyes, and explained stubbornly: "I didn't cry, I just couldn't control myself."

"Just talking nonsense." Feng Chen shook his head. "Don't watch it anymore. Go and have a rest."

"Brother." Berry, knowing the truth, patted him with her little hands to comfort him, "Don't cry, don't cry."

"I didn't cry." Feng Ci said with tears in his eyes, "It was that damn grass that hurt me."

Berry: "I'm sorry."

Feng Ci sniffed and stood up: "No more watching, good night!"

In the past, when Zhang Mai sneered, Feng Ci didn't even bother to look at him. His sense of humour was so high that few people could still figure it out. However, after this, before anyone else could laugh, Feng Ci was the first to laugh so hard that he fell backwards.

Zhang Mai and the other two were stunned by the sunny and cheerful boy. What the hell, they saw a ghost in broad daylight.

The three confused people looked at each other and swallowed their saliva. The unlucky Jiang Hao was pushed out by the two of them.

Jiang Hao had no choice but to muster up his courage and yelled three times in a bluffing manner: "I don't care who you are, get off my brother Feng!"

"I'm telling you there's someone at home!"

"I'll beat you to death, believe it or not?"

Feng Ci, who was grinning with laughter one second ago, suddenly had tears in his eyes the next second. He raised his eyes expressionlessly and said:

"Who are you going to beat?"

The taste is right, but the expression is wrong. Why is Brother Feng staring at people with those watery eyes?