Chapter 10: Little Fubao's Resentment
The three members of the Zhou family were taken to the commune by the militia that day and were eventually locked up in a cowshed near Majiaji.
When Wang Chunhua's parents heard the news, they quickly sent the three children to the cowshed.
The two families had a big fight and broke off the relationship.
These were all taught to Shen Lingning by Aunt Wang who came to help.
Shen Lingning's body recovered quickly with the nourishment of the spiritual spring water and space spiritual tea. His pale cheeks finally had color, and his eyes lost their fatigue and became clear and firm.
Fubao has passed the weak period caused by the burst of mental power and has become more energetic. His big black eyes seem to be able to see into people's hearts. His babbling voice has become clearer and his inner voice is chattering more.
Shen Lingning also learned a lot about Fubao's previous life, and felt more and more that this child was extraordinary.
On the second day after dealing with the Zhou family, Fubao was awakened by the urge to urinate. When Shen Lingning woke up, she heard Fubao's soft and sticky voice filled with grievance, unwillingness and a very childish tone, exploding in her mind:
"Ugh...it's so unfair! I'm the helmsman of a trillion-dollar group. I've experienced the ups and downs of the business world for over a decade. Even if I stomp my foot, the financial world would tremble!
The result? With a blink of an eye, he became a little kid who couldn't even turn over and couldn't speak clearly!
What a little piece of trash who can't even control the most basic shit and pee!
What the hell is going on! That wicked, smoking, confused ghost messenger!
He seduced the wrong soul and acted so confidently, saying something like "compensation"...
Just give a half-baked broken space and the permission to be a megaphone?
The space is so small that I can’t turn around, and my thoughts are sometimes clear and sometimes not!
This compensation is too bad!"
Shen Lingning was about to get up, but when he heard his daughter's soft and cute voice, he couldn't help but want to hear what she was thinking about all day?
She held back her laughter and listened to Fubao chattering on and on. What is the CEO of a trillion-dollar group?
Ghost error?
Seduced the wrong soul?
Although she had heard this when she was between life and death, but...
——These were like heavy hammers, hitting her mind hard and causing huge waves.
Her daughter... is she really born with knowledge?
From...the future?
A... once extremely prominent... big shot?
The voice was still complaining incessantly in my mind, full of frustration with the current situation, accusations against the "ghost messenger", and dissatisfaction with being reborn in the 1970s.
But the tone of complaint soon softened, carrying a strong sense of attachment and relief at having survived the disaster:
“…But…Mom is so nice…sweet and soft…so comfortable to hug…and so smart!
Know how to hide the IOU and know how to spread the money around to attract the attention of bad guys!
Stay calm in times of crisis and think smart in an emergency!
She is worthy of being my Fubao’s biological mother!
With this IQ and reaction, if he were in the company of my previous life, he would have to be a director at least!
Ahhh, Mom, please wake up, my butt is covered with shit!"
After hearing Fubao's next words, Shen Lingning ignored the surprise in his heart and quickly got up to change Fubao's diaper. The little butt must not be wronged.
The dim light of kerosene lamp danced on the adobe wall, reflecting Shen Lingning's busy figure.
On the kang, little Fubao was frowning his tender little eyebrows, his little mouth was pouting so much that an oil bottle could be hung on it, and his chubby little arms and legs were kicking restlessly.
It was only when her big, dark, grape-like eyes saw the washed-out, patched piece of old cloth in Shen Lingning's hand - her "diaper".
Fubao's inner OS screamed, "What era is this? Are you still using this thing? Not only is this rag painful, but cleaning it is a torture!"
Damn! If only I could go back to the year 2000 or later, diapers would be everywhere on the street, so much easier!
Poor me, a great...er, once a big business man, now has to lie on this earthen kang in the 1970s, feeling the baptism of shit and urine every day..."
When Shen Lingning heard what Fu Bao was saying, he smiled secretly and moved faster.
She swiftly got off the earthen kang, added warm water to the enamel basin, tested the temperature, and then soaked a clean, soft old towel in it and wrung it dry.
She moved gently and skillfully, carefully unbuttoning the patched cotton jacket on Fubao.
He took off the old piece of cloth that Fubao "hated so much", and then carefully wiped the little guy's tender legs and butt with a warm towel.
“Hmm…”
Fubao was stimulated by the perfect warmth. He twisted his little body comfortably and his frown relaxed a little.
Shen Lingning's fingers were covered with calluses, but were extremely gentle.
While she quickly wrapped Fubao up with a dry piece of cloth, she couldn't help but stretch out her index finger and gently touched the tip of Fubao's cute little round nose.
Shen Lingning stared into his daughter's black eyes, which seemed to be filled with starlight. They seemed to contain wisdom far beyond her age and...
A strange sense of "vicissitudes"?
Her heart moved slightly, and she leaned down, her warm breath brushing against Fubao's soft hair, her voice soft but firm:
"Little clever ghost, no matter where you come from, no matter what strange experiences you have had, no matter... who you used to be..."
She paused, her eyes filled with an inextricable love and desire to protect. Every word she spoke was like a brand:
"Now, you are the apple of my eye, the precious baby I risked my life for.
My dear daughter, mom is here to protect you with her life, in this life and the next."
This deep and heavy love, like a mountain, instantly enveloped Fubao's little soul like a warm current.
The endless chatter in her heart suddenly quieted down, as if the pause button was pressed.
Those big eyes like black grapes first looked at Shen Lingning steadily and unblinkingly, as if confirming the weight of the oath.
Then, the pure light belonging to the baby deep in the eyes grew brighter, and a pure, cherished sense of happiness filled her.
“Chuckle…”
Fubao opened his toothless little mouth and let out a satisfied and sweet laugh, his eyes curved into two cute little crescents.
She excitedly waved her little arms that looked like lotus root nodes, and her chubby little legs kicked vigorously in the cradle.
It made a "yayaya" sound from its mouth, humming like a little squirrel jumping with joy.
Shen Lingning looked at her daughter's lively and clever appearance, and her heart softened.
She smiled and gently rubbed Fubao's milky little face with her cheek.
This intimate "sticking" seemed to have magic. Fubao's excitement gradually subsided, and he was filled with great satisfaction and deep sleepiness.
She nudged her little head in Shen Lingning's arms, finding the most comfortable position. All she could say was a vague, nasal mumble:
"Mom...mom...stick...nuannuan...fubao...sleepy..."
I also heard her muttering in her heart: "If my biological father is not handsome or a bad person, Fubao will not recognize him..."
Before she finished speaking, her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes gently closed, covering her lively eyes.
The little body completely relaxed, nestled in the mother's warm embrace, breathing became even and long, and completely fell into a peaceful and sweet dream.
The crackling sound of the kerosene lamp wick on the edge of the kang added the most gentle footnote to this quiet and warm winter night in the 1970s.
When Fubao fell into a deep sleep, Shen Lingning was troubled by recent events.
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