The little girl was naturally lovable. No matter who teased her, she would not cry or make a fuss. She would even gnaw her fingers and smile at people. The two aunts praised her countless times, saying that her eyes were bright and sparkling.
Now that she can crawl and sit, she plays on the bed, babbling and no one knows what she is saying.
When he could speak, the first person he called was "Grandma".
Few villas on this land have been sold, and there are few people living around. Before Yu Huan came here, the old man was lonely and listless.
After she came, this place seemed to come alive.
The mountains are beautiful, the streams are clear, and people have a lot to do.
It's inevitable that children won't get into trouble. One stumbled along, fell to the ground, and even knocked over a chair; one was so focused on stealing candy that he knocked over the vase behind him.
The old lady laughed and scolded her, calling her a "little rascal" and a "little troublemaker" sent by God to cause trouble.
She crashed into the old lady's arms like a little train, twisting her body like a caterpillar to act cute, and her glass-bead eyes were filled with countless mischievous ideas, but who would be willing not to forgive her?
After she was born, her parents became concerned about her and came here again and again.
I don't know how she acts like a spoiled child, but the two busy men come more and more frequently, as if what they said before about being too busy with work to spare the time was a lie.
Sometimes they would even take the old lady's seat, which made her very unhappy.
This place is remote and there are no large-scale entertainment facilities.
She climbed trees and fished in the great outdoors.
I caught a loach today. Even though it was covered in mud, it came back with its chest held high and its head held high like a general.
Her mother despised her for being a dirty child, but she had no choice but to take her to wash her face and change her clothes. She also found a fish tank and asked her to put the loach in it.
Her father made her a small fishing rod and taught her how to catch earthworms and fish in the small pond in the villa.
The next day, I took a stick to poke a beehive, but the bee didn't come down and the honey didn't fall out. Instead, I got stung by a bee. I dropped the stick and ran back crying loudly, sobbing and snuggling into my mother's arms.
While scolding her for making a fuss, grandma felt so distressed that she urged someone to find some ointment quickly.
Her mother blew on her wound out of concern, and her father called a doctor anxiously.
She cried for a long time before she fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, there were many bottles of honey on the bedside cabinet.
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