It was cold outside and Yuan wanted to go back to the house to ask his parents for a hug.

But her friends took her out in high spirits and dragged her up to the wall of Widow Song's house.

Yuan: ...Why am I on the top of the wall? Oh my god! Chunmei! I just blinked and I was on the top of the wall! !

Mo Lianniang and Mo Nian's mother are both five years old, which is the age when they can work hard to climb the wall!

Yuan is a three-year-old child, at an age when it is difficult for him to get on the kang!

Fortunately, there was a pile of stones outside the wall of Widow Song’s house, otherwise Yuan would never have had the chance to ride on the wall before he was five years old!

But then again, Yuan doesn't want this opportunity!

So high!

So dangerous!!

So scared!!!

Chunmei~Help! ! ! !

Afraid that his words would become even less effective, Yuan cried out from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dare to move his body.

Like a little turtle with its neck shrunk, it lay on the top of the wall, not daring to look down.

The two young ladies couldn't understand her mood just as they couldn't understand why she was in her current posture.

Mo Lianniang shrank her little face, frowned and looked at the little butt sticking up in front of her, puzzled:

"Yuan, what are you doing?"

Getting beaten? It looked exactly like the posture she had when she got beaten.

Yuan didn't move, and his truest thoughts came out from his throat:

"Fear."

"Don't worry! We won't be caught!" Mo Nian Niang said kindly.

"We've been here several times! Aunt Song hasn't come out much these past few days!"

"That's right." Mo Lianniang put her hands under Yuan's armpits to help her sit up, and said in a mysterious tone:

"You may not know yet, Aunt Song's son, Song Guanyin, is back! Aunt Song has been watching over her son these past few days."

A Yuan was stunned: "Who is it?"

It sounds familiar.

A Yuan was a little distracted by the name and barely mustered up the courage to listen to the story. He turned his head and glanced at Mo Lianniang curiously.

Mo Lianniang imitated her grandfather, stroked her nonexistent beard, cleared her throat and said:

"Song Guanyin, that is the Guanyin sent that the adults always said was stolen. I heard from my mother that he was obtained by Aunt Song through the prayer of Guanyin.

But before he was born, Aunt Song became Widow Song, and a few days after he was born, he was taken to the county town by Uncle Song's brother.

It seemed like six or seven years, and he was only sent back the day before yesterday.

I heard that it was because Uncle Song’s brother and sister-in-law disliked his bad luck and said he was a damned disaster star who would bring disaster to anyone he met! "

Yuan was confused: "Who are you biting? He bites people too? He didn't rinse his mouth?"

Chunmei said that you should rinse your mouth after biting someone, otherwise you will eat all the dust on the person's body. Did he not rinse his mouth either, so he was disliked for having dust on his body?

"Oh, that's not it!" Mo Nian Niang whispered:

"Anyway, anyway, they say he's not good, but my second aunt and my eldest aunt both said so.

The Guanyin gift from the Song family was said by the old gods who passed by to be a blessing, so it was snatched away. If it was not a blessing, it would have been sent back long ago.

It must be that Uncle Song’s brother’s family has used up all his good fortune, so they sent him back.”

Yuan looked at this and that, his brain reacting slowly, his little head full of confusion:

"So, what are we doing here?"

What is the use of climbing the wall?

Mo Lianniang laughed happily: "Look at him!"

Mo Nian Niang also nodded and agreed: "It is said that it is very beautiful!"

Yuan: ...So...it’s useless!

Σ°△°︴

The tears in Yuan's eyes were held back again and again. He looked at the happy Lian'er, then at the happy Nian'er, and then at whether he could throw her high enough. No, he couldn't throw her high enough. Finally, he couldn't help but howl with his neck stretched:

"Wow! ˚‧º·˚˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅‧º·˚

Chunmei!!

Help!!!

So high!!!!

I’m scared!!!!”

Mo Lianniang and Mo Nianniang looked at each other innocently and in shock: What happened? What went wrong? Obviously, the other friends wanted to see it! !

After all, a three-year-old child cannot fit into the world of a five-year-old!

After being carried down from the wall, Yuan lay in the arms of Li, who had a gloomy face. With tears in his eyes, he held her face with his little hands and said with emotion:

"Chunmei! Thanks to you!"

Li: What spring?

What plum?

What Chunmei?

"What did you call me?"

When Li arrived, she thought she had misheard.

Fu Dabai's mouth twitched, and he stood behind Li and shook his head at his daughter desperately.

However, Yuan didn't even look at him. He just sniffed and felt nothing. But he said bravely:

"Chunmei, let's go home quickly. It's so cold that your face has turned black."

The daughter's clumsy eloquence suddenly became fluent, but Li couldn't laugh at all. In fact, her face, which was already dark from anger at her daughter climbing the wall, became even darker!

What kind of naughty child is this? Just throw him back over the wall!

Fu Dabai, Lian'er's mother, and Widow Song, who had come to pick up their children, wanted to laugh but were too embarrassed to do so, and their shoulders kept shaking as they tried to hold it back.

Mo Lianniang and Mo Nianniang, who had just tricked their good friends, didn't notice at all that the three of them were about to be beaten. They were still holding the hand of little Song Guanyin and shyly introducing themselves.

When they left, they were reluctant to leave and said they wanted to play again next time, and they would climb over the wall to see him.

A Yuan said that he must not take her with him, and that she would rather stay at home and watch Chunmei than go up to the wall.

The Mo sisters said, don't be afraid, you will get used to it after climbing.

A Yuan said, "Then I'll take Chunmei with me."

The Mo sisters said that was fine.

When everyone went back to their homes, except for Song Guanyin's mother, the other two mothers had kind smiles on their faces and took their children back in a menacing manner.

Yuan: ...˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅I feel the danger, and it seems to be not far away from me!

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