Luo Baobao happily walked around the desk and came to Yang Ruoqing, blinking at his mother with a pair of bright and expectant eyes. She was still the same little girl who performed well and was in urgent need of rewards.

Yang Ruoqing reached out and took Luo Baobao's arm, gently pinched it inch by inch from the wrist to the shoulder, her eyes focused on her daughter for a long time.

Thinking back to the barbaric and tyrannical way he threw a bunch of account books in front of her and told her to learn, without paying attention to the teaching methods.

The child was impatient, and the mother herself became irritable and crazy. When the chicken soup for the soul was ineffective, she began to scold her and almost launched a life-long attack.

She was ashamed of her previous words and deeds.

I also feel aggrieved by what my daughter has to bear.

But at this moment, she was more proud and proud.

He hugged his daughter gently and put his head on her soft and warm waist.

"I've worked hard to learn these things these days. You're great. Mom is very happy." Yang Ruoqing murmured.

Baby Luo lowered his head and looked at the mother in front of him who was sitting on a stool but hugging his waist, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Then she raised her hands to cover her mouth and giggled.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at her, "Why are you still smiling?"

It's rare for me to stir up your emotions, girl, can't you cooperate with me?

Luo Baobao quickly lowered his hands, putting one hand on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder and the other on Yang Ruoqing's head.

Holding back a smile and a sullen face, she deliberately raised her chin and said, "Mom, why do I feel like our roles are reversed? You are like a child, I am like a mother, and you are acting like a spoiled child like me?"

Yang Ruoqing glared at her and joked to herself: "Your mother, I'm just a girl!"

Luo Baobao nodded and said with a serious face: "Yes, a thirty-year-old middle-aged girl, I understand."

Yang Ruoqing blushed slightly, patted Baobao Luo's back gently, and emphasized in a more serious tone: "Twenty-nine, twenty-nine!"

Baby Luo coughed and laughed so hard that tears came out.

"Okay, okay, twenty-nine-year-old girl."

"Speaking of which, mother, I quietly learned the accounting so well, what reward are you going to give me?"

"Reward?" Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "The reward has just been given."

"Have you given it?" Luo Baobao was stunned for a moment, then thought of something and then shouted: "No way, a hug is regarded as a reward? Mom, you are too perfunctory..."

Yang Ruoqing gently pinched Baby Luo's nose and said with a smile:

"How can you say that my mother's hug is perfunctory? How did the lyrics come from? Only mother is good in the world. A mother's child is a treasure. If you fall into the mother's arms, you will not be able to enjoy happiness..."

Facts have proved that Baby Luo is the kind of girl who can climb to the top for you if you give her a pole.

No, I stayed in Yang Ruoqing's room to sleep at night.

Holding Yang Ruoqing's arm, she repeated the things she did most often when she was a child.

First, she held Yang Ruoqing's arm, with one leg still on Yang Ruoqing's body, and listened to Yang Ruoqing telling her stories about her childhood.

She started talking about it when she and Chen'er were still in her mother's womb, and didn't stop until the first two years.

I wonder if other mothers in the world have the same mood as Yang Ruoqing?

When the child was still a baby in my arms, I would stare at the child for a long time while holding him and feeding him countless times. My fingers would outline the child's features, and I would caress the back of the child's head which was thinned by sleeping in the cradle for a long time.

Hair, gently pinch the child's little ears, and hold her (his) chubby hands together...

What I was thinking about at that time was that I wanted to engrave the child's little appearance in my heart and never forget it for the rest of my life.

The child did something interesting today. She could roll over and kick her legs. If I handed her a small toy, she would reach out and pick it up...

These little things that fill every day, you feel deeply remembered at the time, and you will definitely never forget them in your life.

But when you think about it again a few years later, many things have become blurred and forgotten without you realizing it.

And children have one thing in common: even though they are not fully grown up yet, they always like to pester their mothers to ask about things when they were "young". The more detailed the details, the better, and they may even never tire of hearing them.

This is very painful for Yang Ruoqing.

Every time I try to search for those things in my memory, I find that there are not many left. I can only pick up a few events that left a deep impression on me, and they also confused the specific age.

Because I felt weak and had too few materials in stock, I inevitably added a little more to the things I could talk about.

But the children listened with great interest and repeatedly asked questions about some of the details, using tricky angles.

It wasn't until she fell asleep immersed in her childhood anecdotes that Yang Ruoqing quietly wiped her sweat.

He lifted the quilt to her chest, gently touched her hair, turned sideways, and carefully looked at the appearance of the thirteen-year-old girl at this moment, and once again told herself that she must keep it in her heart until the future.

If she asked again when she was twenty years old, she would have the confidence to talk about it.

It would be great if people's memory could be like a USB flash drive. Those irrelevant things can be cleaned up in time to free up more space to store the bits and pieces of the loved ones around them. Unfortunately, the human brain is not a computer, and time will be like an eraser.

It fades away in our memory bank one stroke at a time, so all we can do is cherish the present moment with all our lives and leave no regrets.

…

Nothing is unachievable.

Just as Luo Baobao conquered the accounting aspect, on the other side, with Yang Ruoqing's persistence, the fishing line finally started to move.

An unexpected fish was hooked and brought out of the water. Even the bad things he had done were exposed to the sun, burned by the scorching sun, and condemned by the villagers.

When the hat of "high moral respect" slips from his head, he will be greeted by endless spurning and legal sanctions.

At the drying ground at the south end of Changping Village, villagers from Changping Village and Lijia Village came to watch the excitement and surrounded the place.

There is an iron cage half a person's height on the ground in the middle of the drying area, and a person is locked in the cage.

The man was curled up inside, holding his head in his hands. Rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, saliva, and even small stones were thrown at him from all directions.

Some villagers used accurate methods, and the 'hidden weapon' passed through the half-finger-wide gap in the iron bars of the iron cage and hit the people inside.

Whenever it was hit, there was a burst of cheers and applause from the crowd, and some whistled to cheer up the atmosphere.

Some villagers tried their luck with their dishes and failed to hit the dish, but they were not discouraged. They would try again and again, and they would always hit the dish, not twice, not twice, but not three times.

Faced with these jealous villagers, the two villages came together and were somewhat helpless.
Chapter completed!