"What are you doing?" Xing Zhaozhao came in from outside and was startled to see Hongyu hanging halfway up the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), as if he was about to fall headfirst.
Hongyu had just done something wrong and was feeling guilty. When he heard Xing Zhaozhao's shout, he lost his balance and almost fell off the kang (a heated brick bed).
Fortunately, Xing Zhaozhao reacted quickly, rushed over, grabbed his clothes, and lifted him up.
Hongyu's face was deathly pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he was trembling as he hugged Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao was somewhat surprised. This kid had always been very mischievous since he could walk, and falling and getting hurt were common occurrences. She had never seen him so frightened before.
She hugged Hongyu and patted his little back to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, Mommy's here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Hongyu secretly glanced at the hole in the kang (heated brick bed) and began to tremble even more violently.
Xing Zhaozhao frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy.
What's wrong with this child?
Just then, Hongfei suddenly ran in from outside: "Mom, Grandma Hao is here."
Xing Zhaozhao was startled. She glanced at the toy box and cell phone box on the kang (a heated brick bed) and quickly instructed Hongfei, "Quickly, put all these things away."
Hongfei nodded, quickly stacked the boxes together, stuffed them into the cabinet, and didn't forget to lock it.
Just as we finished tidying up, Aunt Hao came in.
"Auntie, what brings you here?" Xing Zhaozhao asked with a smile.
In two days it will be Lunar New Year's Eve, and everyone is busy preparing for the New Year, with few people having any free time.
“The New Year is just around the corner, and I was thinking that you’re all alone with three children in the mountains, it must be so lonely. Why don’t you come and celebrate with us? It’ll be more lively,” Aunt Hao said with a smile.
Xing Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment: "Wouldn't that be too much trouble?"
Aunt Hao didn't take it seriously: "What's the trouble? Jianguo even brought back some fireworks, so the kids can have some fun together."
Upon hearing the word "fireworks," Hongyu, who had been shivering in Xing Zhaozhao's arms, stirred with interest.
Xing Zhaozhao glanced at the little one in her arms and couldn't help but chuckle.
Even in this state, you still want to play.
She looked at Aunt Hao and agreed, "Then I'll have to trouble Aunt Hao."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all," Aunt Hao said, looking at the little one in Xing Zhaozhao's arms. "What's wrong with Hongyu?"
"I almost fell off the kang (heated brick bed) just now, I must have been scared," Xing Zhaozhao said.
Aunt Hao glanced at the kang (a heated brick bed), not quite believing it: "This kang is only a little high, how could it scare him?"
Xing Zhaozhao was also puzzled: "I don't know what's gotten into her today."
Aunt Hao looked around warily, then leaned close to Xing Zhaozhao and whispered, "Did you bump into something?"
Xing Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding: "Bumped into...what?"
“That’s the one,” Aunt Hao said. “Children’s eyes are clear; they can see things that adults can’t. After all, someone did die here before.”
"..." Xing Zhaozhao understood what she meant. Although she didn't believe in these things, she still felt uneasy.
Hongyu, who was still shivering in Xing Zhaozhao's arms, also stiffened instantly.
"No way?" Xing Zhaozhao stammered.
"It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't," Aunt Hao said, then asked, "Do you have any incense? I'll bring you some."
“It’s on the kitchen stove,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
Aunt Hao went to the kitchen, took an incense stick, lit it, muttered some incantations, walked around the room twice, then turned and went outside, stuck the incense stick outside, and came back: "It's alright, it should be fine now. If it's not, we'll secretly go to see Third Auntie and have her drink a bowl of incense ash water. She'll definitely be fine then."
Hongyu suddenly hiccuped, and the color gradually returned to his face. He stopped trembling.
Aunt Hao clapped her hands excitedly and said, "See, I told you so, it's done!"
Xing Zhaozhao was also a little confused.
Is it really that effective?
Hongyu: "..."
He wouldn't dare drink anything bad, he wouldn't want to drink any incense ash water.
Although his complexion had recovered and he was no longer trembling, Hongyu still looked rather listless.
Xing Zhaozhao wasn't in a hurry, so she put Hongyu on the kang (a heated brick bed) and had Hongfei stay with him.
Having grown up together since childhood, Hongfei immediately saw through Hongyu's little scheme. Taking advantage of Xing Zhaozhao's absence, he whispered to him, "Have you gotten into trouble again?"
Hongyu glanced timidly at Hongfei, but didn't say anything, which was taken as tacit agreement.
"You'd better be honest with your mother, or you'll get a spanking later," Hongfei said, looking at him seriously.
Hongyu shook his head vigorously.
I dare not.
"What exactly did you do?" Hongfei asked.
Hongyu mumbled something but didn't say anything.
Hongfei sighed helplessly.
There was nothing he could do.
That evening, while Xing Zhaozhao was heating the kang (a traditional heated bed), Hongyu kept staring at her.
Xing Zhaozhao looked over, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hongyu shook her head, clenched her little hands tightly, and looked at the burning stove hole with a nervous expression, full of anticipation: Burn it, burn it brightly, and quickly burn that chicken clean.
Hongfei frowned, his gaze lingering between Hongyu's face and the hole in the kang (heated brick bed) for a moment, when suddenly he had a bad feeling.
My little brother's butt is probably going to be ruined.
New Year's Eve has arrived in the blink of an eye, the last day of the old year, and tomorrow a new year will begin.
Xing Zhaozhao missed Gao Mingcheng terribly. She got up early in the morning, went to the cabinet to get her phone, and prepared to go over and call him.
I opened the phone box; it was empty.
Xing Zhaozhao frowned.
Did the two little ones forget to put it back in the box after playing with it?
She searched through the cabinet again, but still found nothing.
Where did they go?
"Dafei!" Xing Zhaozhao called out.
Hongfei rushed in: "What is it, Mom?"
"Did you play with Mom's phone?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
Hongfei shook his head: "No."
"Where's Little Feather? Have you seen Little Feather?" Xing Zhaozhao asked again.
Hongfei shook his head again; he really hadn't seen it.
"Where did it go?" Xing Zhaozhao couldn't figure it out and started searching the kang (a heated brick bed), wondering if it had accidentally fallen into some nook or cranny.
Hongfei suddenly realized something, glanced at the hole in the kang (heated brick bed), and confirmed it: his younger brother's buttocks were ruined.
Hongyu waited outside for his older brother to come out so they could go out and play together. After waiting for a while and not seeing his brother, he ran in by himself: "Brother..."
Upon hearing Hongyu's voice, Xing Zhaozhao casually asked, "Little Yu, have you seen where Mommy put her phone?"
Hong Yu's smile froze instantly.
Xing Zhaozhao waited for a while, but didn't hear Hong Yu's voice, so she turned her head to look at him curiously.
Seeing the little guy's tense expression and his eyes darting around, there was nothing he didn't understand.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, got off the kang (a heated brick bed), and walked over to the little one: "Xiao, Yu, Mao, do you see where Mommy put her phone?"
Hongyu timidly reached out and tugged at her brother's clothes for support: "Chicken, isn't the chicken in the chicken coop?"
“Little Feather…” Xing Zhaozhao’s face slowly darkened.
Hongyu was so frightened that he shuddered and hung his little head: "I'm sorry, Mom, I killed your chicken."
"Dead? How could he be dead?" Xing Zhaozhao frowned.
"It's dark, I can't turn it on no matter how I press the buttons," Hongyu said.
"The power's probably dead." Xing Zhaozhao thought of this and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. There was no way to charge the charger at home, so it looked like she would have to go to town again.
"Electricity?" Hongyu looked completely bewildered.
“Yes, just like your remote control car needs batteries to move, Mom’s phone needs to be charged to light up,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
Upon hearing this, Hongyu immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "So you're not dead. That's good. You scared me to death."
Xing Zhaozhao held out her hand to him: "Where's your phone? Give it to me?"
As if remembering something, Hongyu's face, which had just relaxed, tensed up again. She quickly hid behind her brother and pointed her finger at the hole in the kang (heated brick bed).
Xing Zhaozhao glanced at the finger he was pointing at, paused for a moment, then looked again, her face instantly darkening.
She immediately went to the kitchen to get fire tongs, rummaged around in the stove hole, and pulled out a completely burned cell phone.
The air in the room seemed to have frozen; it was extremely quiet.
Even Xiao Hongling, who was lying on the bed and happily babbling in baby talk, seemed to sense that something was wrong in the room and fell silent.
Xing Zhaozhao turned and walked out without saying a word.
Hongyu felt relieved and asked her brother, "Is Mom not angry anymore?"
Hongfei looked at him with pity.
What do you think?
A moment later, Xing Zhaozhao returned, holding a feather duster, and looked coldly at Hongyu: "Will you do it yourself, or should I do it?"
Hongyu lay on the kang with a long face, his butt sticking out.
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