Chapter 12 Weird Kids 12
The fat duck that was eaten by my second uncle was silent, probably because it was afraid that it would be the next one to appear on the menu.
Although it stopped barking, it still looked at the backs of Yan Xia and the other man as they left. There was a strange light in its small eyes. Perhaps it was thinking boldly whether its second uncle was delicious or not. If it could eat it in its lifetime, it would have no regrets.
On the familiar country road, Yan Xia carried his and his elder brother's rations in one hand, and helped little Yi Jingchen carry half of them with the other hand.
All these weights added together are a bit too much for a four-year-old child.
Seeing that the child was having such a hard time carrying the things, Yan Xia wanted to help carry them away. However, the child said that he was no longer a three-year-old kid, but a four-year-old child!
You have to do your own things yourself. If you can't do it yourself, then... do half of it.
The two of them walked in a row for a long distance, and from time to time, little Yi Jingchen would make some "whoosh" sounds because he was having a hard time carrying the things.
The childish voice of encouragement melted the hearts of a bunch of weird aunts in the live broadcast room.
When passing by a row of houses, the two people walking in a row suddenly heard someone calling them from behind, and their two little heads turned back at the same time, one high and one low.
Then they saw two little clay figures running towards them, and behind them there were two more little clay figures who walked into the house of the villager next door, one after the other.
The mud is so thick that the whole body is the same color and you can't see the facial features unless you get close. If you see it in the middle of the night, you will probably call a hotline of some key cultural relic protection unit to tell them that your Terracotta Warrior has turned into a spirit and escaped.
When Yan Xia was watching with great interest, the basket on his right hand side suddenly felt heavy. It turned out that Yi Jingchen had dropped the basket and hid behind him.
The little hand grabbed Yan Xia's clothes and whispered, "Brother Xiao Xia, I'm afraid of pia!"
The child was so scared that his voice cracked.
This was probably the first time he had come across someone with this kind of look in his short four years of life.
As they were talking, two little clay figures had already run up to them. Feng Lele, who was holding a black plastic bag in one hand and a small fish in the other, was panting heavily. His mouth was wide open, revealing the only clean teeth on his body. He said, "Let me show you the fish I caught myself. Isn't it amazing?! I'm the first one to catch it. Several people tried for a long time but couldn't catch it!"
As he spoke, he danced the fish towards Yan Xia in a show-off manner, and a few mud spots flew out as he danced.
Yan Xia took a few steps calmly to avoid being affected by the mud spots.
The kid behind him, Yi Jingchen, had already let go of Yan Xia's clothes after hearing the familiar voice. He poked his head out and opened his eyes wide in surprise: "It's Brother Lele."
The disbelief in his eyes was obvious. It was obvious that he was really scared just now and did not recognize that this was his friend at all.
The audience who had been in Yan Xia and Yi Jingchen's live broadcast room and had no idea what Feng Lele and the others had done were also amazed.
[Who knows how they got into this situation? Come and tell me something. ]
[Secretary Wang, I need all the information about these two little clay figures within three minutes.]
【Hahahahahahaha this is too exaggerated! 】
[Nuwa: Huh? How come some unmolded clay dots escaped? ]
Please tell me I'm not the only one who didn't recognize it.
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Yan Xia looked the two of them up and down. Feng Lele, the chubby boy, could still be recognized by his body shape, but Dong Laixi next to him was so blurred that even his own mother couldn't recognize him.
Yan Xia stared at Feng Lele's big white teeth and asked sincerely: "Are you fishing for fish in the mud?"
Seeing that neither of his friends showed any surprise that he could touch the fish, Feng Lele was a little dissatisfied, but he still answered Yan Xia's question: "It was a small mud puddle. The children in the village were the first to feel there. They said there was a fish in it, and sure enough, I touched it! Many of the people who went there first didn't touch it!"
He then proudly raised the fish in his hand. It can be seen that the little fat boy was really proud of being able to catch fish with his bare hands.
Yan Xia's eyebrows twitched, and just as he was about to agree with his proud little friend, two little clay figures suddenly jumped out from the row of houses next to them. Judging from their appearance, they should be the village children who had just followed Feng Lele and the others.
The two little clay figures ran very fast, and behind them were two aunties holding small wooden sticks.
Well, there is a reason why the two legs of the little clay man transformed into Hot Wheels.
One of the stronger ladies was shouting as she ran: "Stop right there!"
The two little clay figures ran without stopping, and the flying clay dots seemed to say "I'm not a fool!"
Although the little clay figures ran very fast, it was obvious that the aunts were not pushovers. After a while, a stronger aunt caught up with one of the little clay figures, swung the wooden stick in her hand, and hit the figure on the butt.
Then the adults and children watching from the production crew heard the little clay figurine that was beaten yell, "Waaaa! Aunt Zhou, why are you hitting me?! Xiao Haozi is in front!!"
Onlookers: “…………”
Aunt Zhou, who had mistaken her own son, paused visibly for several seconds while swinging the wooden stick. Then, no one knew what she said. Yan Xia and the others were too far away to hear clearly. They only saw the strong Aunt Zhou chasing after the little clay figure in the front without stopping.
After a short delay, the thinner aunt also caught up. The child who was beaten wrongly before was hit hard several times this time. He cried loudly, and the aunt's voice of educating the child was mixed in his crying.
The four children who had been watching the whole process quietly fell silent.
After a long while, Yan Xia picked up the two baskets and moved first. The stunned Yi Jingchen came to his senses and immediately helped carry half of them.
Feng Lele, who was following behind them, no longer showed off the fish he caught.
The little face covered in mud seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while he asked, "Will my dad beat me too?"
Yan Xia thought about Feng Jianxian's usual style, and then replied: "I don't think so."
Feng Lele seemed to be comforted, and the little fish in his hand started to swing again with his steps.
But this kind of worry seemed to be contagious. Dong Laixi, who was standing by, looked at Feng Lele's fish, then looked at his empty hands, and sighed: "I might be finished."
Feng Lele blurted out words of comfort: "Your father is fake, he will definitely not hit you!"
Dong Laixi was not comforted and said dejectedly: "My real father is here too."
Feng Lele said embarrassedly: "I forgot you have two fathers."
Yan Xia, who had listened to the entire process with his ears perked up, said: "..."
What are you talking about.
After the four of them walked a short distance together, Dong Lai Xi, who was going in a different direction, separated from them. He was carrying a lunch box in a plastic bag, and his fear of being beaten made his small figure look like a hero who would never return.
The journey was still full of chatter even without a child. Even though the fat boy's face was covered with mud, it did not affect his speaking speed at all. He talked about how they went through the wind and mud.
In fact, the tasks of the two teams were similar. Yan Xia and his team were herding ducks, while Feng Lele and his team were herding cattle. The owner of the cattle told them to drive the cattle up the slope and lead them back when they were full.
At the beginning, the two of them did a good job and just watched the cows obediently. However, as they were watching, they were attracted by the cheerful sounds in the distance.
They were a group of children from the village, fishing in an ownerless wild mud puddle. There was a river next to the mud puddle. Usually after it rained, some fish in the river would be washed up.
Feng Lele, who had just experienced the monkey catching fish, joined the team of slacking kids without any hesitation.
Yan Xia stared at Feng Lele, who was beside him, talking excitedly about how he had gone through many trials and tribulations to catch a fish. He wondered whether he should tell the little fat boy or just keep quiet, because after the mud dried up, the little clay figure began to visibly crumble with his rich expression! !
The mud on his face cracked little by little, which was really a bit scary. Didn’t you see that little Yi Jingchen on the other side hadn’t glanced over here for a long time?
Seeing the high spirits of the little fat boy, Yan Xia swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
When the little fat boy's explanation was almost over, they also arrived at Yi Jingchen's house.
At the gate of the yard, the child put the basket at his feet, raised his little face and said goodbye to his two brothers obediently. However, when he said goodbye to Brother Lele, his head was raised for only a second and then quickly lowered.
Yan Xia and the other man didn't notice that as soon as they turned the corner, Yi Lixiao came out after hearing the noise.
Yi Lixiao, who only saw the fleeting figure of Xiao Ni, blinked his eyes, and many question marks popped up in his big head.
???
Did something dirty just slip by?
"It's not a dirty thing, it's Brother Lele."
Yi Lixiao, who accidentally spoke out his true feelings, received a clear explanation from Yi Jingchen.
After explaining, her little brows frowned, with a bit of disgust on her face: "Brother Lele is indeed a little dirty."
Yi Lixiao smacked his lips, picked up the basket and asked about the details of what happened. The father and son went into the house while asking and answering each other.
On the other side, Yan Xia and Feng Lele, who had not walked far, saw several people coming towards them from a distance. The one walking in front was the cameraman. The big man carrying the camera steadily demonstrated his unique skill of walking backwards on any road.
The cameraman turned his head slightly, and the person whose sight he blocked immediately waved to Yan Xia, and when they were still about ten or twenty meters away, they started shouting, "It's Xiao Xia, have you seen my Lele?"
Yan Xia glanced at Feng Lele who had suddenly become quiet beside him, "..."
Should he say he saw it or he didn’t see it?
After just a moment of hesitation, Feng Jianxian had already walked up to him. Yan Xia just watched Feng Jianxian coming towards him. As for Lele Benle, whom he was looking for, he just glanced at him with a little surprise and ignored him.
The look in his eyes clearly showed that he mistook Feng Lele for a kid from the same village. He was probably wondering where the kid had gone to make him look like this.
Yan Xia: “…”
What kind of famous scene is this where a father and son meet without knowing each other?
"Now that you're back, my Lele should be back soon, right?" Feng Jianxian, unaware that the scene was a little too quiet, continued to speak to himself.
After his father failed to recognize him twice in a row, Feng Lele, who had been quiet for fear of being beaten, finally couldn't help but speak out and complained: "Dad, you didn't recognize me!!"
Feng Jianxian was so frightened when he suddenly heard the familiar voice that he left in a flash.
Yan Xia once again heard the familiar anxious voice from the morning fishing, "Guai Guai, how did you get into this state? Are you hurt?"
As he spoke, he picked up the little clay figurine and examined it.
What a heartwarming picture: the son does not mind his father being blind, and the father does not mind his son being unsophisticated.
Yan Xia looked at Feng Jianxian's dirty hands, silently picked up his basket and left.
He didn't just stand by and watch this touching yet unfamiliar father-son relationship, because he had an older brother at home who was waiting for him to earn a living and support him.
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