"I think..." Du Fu forced out a smile a little helplessly, "Sending him here must be a wrong decision!"
He knew very well what Vivian wanted his child to be like. It was a state that he had never reached before. He needed to be polite and humorous like a perfect gentleman, no matter at any time. No matter where you are, you can maintain your own demeanor, instead of being a child with mud on his face and body running wildly in the countryside with bare feet.
But..., looking at the happy smile that has never been shown on his son's face, maybe Du Lin is right, he can't give his child much help, so just when this child needs to enjoy innocence and childhood happiness , give him all this, give him the power to be happy!
Thinking of this made him feel quite relieved. Of course, he didn't know that the children's bodies and faces were covered with cow dung, otherwise he might not have thought so.
As for why Du Lin could tell those things were cow shit at a glance, it was because he was familiar with them. As for why he was familiar with them, that was another matter.
Behind the children were several young people. Although they were chasing, they were not fierce or serious. Their faces showed more helplessness. Their pursuit was more like a helpless and powerless "punitive expedition". ".
After the two got closer, Fred, who was running like crazy, suddenly stopped. The happy expression was still on his face, and his eyes suddenly became a little panicked. He saw Dufo. When he thought of what he was like now, a feeling of "getting into trouble" spread rapidly in his body. He lowered his head uneasily and stopped.
The two children looked back at Fred, and then at the two people who were gradually approaching. After looking at each other, they quickly ran home, shouting as they ran, "The bastard is back, the bastard is back." …”
Du Fu, who didn't have a smile on his face, burst out laughing. He laughed forward and back. He looked at Du Lin and said while laughing, "I think they might be talking about you."
Dulin lit a cigarette to calm down his shock. He wanted to know why he became a bastard, and then discussed with his two children how to respect their father as a child. Of course, Mr. Kesma taught him a lot about this. Things like whips, sticks, belts and even leather shoes. In short, as long as you want to beat someone, you can find those perfect instruments everywhere.
The young people who were chasing a few children also stopped and looked at them from a distance. Du Lin walked over and asked, "Why are you chasing them?"
Several young people asked uncertainly, "Are you Du Lin?" Du Lin nodded, and then these young people turned around and ran away, leaving only Du Lin who was confused.
He may have forgotten that the three brothers were not good people when they were young. Mason would go around stealing other people's bread and often fight with others. Merlin would peek at the widow taking a bath every day. Dulin was a simple and honest little bastard on the outside, no matter what the two brothers did. Whatever happens, he will have his share. People secretly said that Mason and Merlin were obviously bad, and only Dulin was dull.
In addition, the boundary stones in Mr. Kesma's farmland were always blown away several meters by the wind. In countless battles, the three brothers had become synonymous with terror. The Layton children were not nearby, and they did not dare to face Dulin alone. They were chasing Du Lin's son just now. What if Du Lin knew the truth and beat them
He shrugged and walked slowly towards home. Every time he came back here, he always felt that time became much slower.
On the other side, Dufo walked up to Fred and squatted down. He asked the child to raise his head and look at him. Before he could say anything, Fred apologized and said he was sorry.
Dufo, who originally wanted to talk about Fred, suddenly felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his heart twitched with pain. He didn't know how Vivian educated her children, but it was obvious that this kind of education was No, he shouldn't apologize, it's Vivian who needs to apologize.
"Look at me..." Dover took out his handkerchief and began to clean the cow shit on Fred's face. While wiping it gently, he asked, "Why are you apologizing to me?"
Fred's eyes were a little timid, and he lowered his head again, "Because I didn't keep my appearance, I got myself covered in... cow dung."
Dufo looked at his hand with an ugly expression, which was covered with light green stains, and there were still some incompletely digested grass roots hidden in it. He greeted the two little bastards from the Dulin family inwardly, and took a deep breath and took the handkerchief. He threw it on the ground and said seriously, "You shouldn't apologize because you did nothing wrong!"
Fred suddenly raised his head and looked at Dufo with disbelief. Dufo smiled slightly and rubbed the child's fluffy hair, "Everyone should have a happy, worry-free childhood. I have heard that sentence "Innocence and joy are children's rights." No matter what you do, as long as it doesn't hurt others and what you do makes you happy, then you don't need to apologize."
Fred didn't know how to tell whether what Dufo said was right or not, he said hesitantly, "But mother..."
"She's not here!" Dufo stood up, a little disgusted but still gritted his teeth and took the child's hand covered with cow dung and walked towards Du Lin's home, "At least you should be happy here with me. !”
Soon Dufo knew why the three children were covered in cow dung. Mr. Kesma, the older child, came up with a new idea this morning. He wanted to feed other people's cows laxatives, and then put these The cows' buttholes are blocked to see if they can poop out on their own... Well, this is a story full of flavor. After knowing the truth, Dover almost stopped laughing. He just warned Fred not to participate in dangerous games. The rest didn't matter.
When Du Lin walked to the door of his house, he saw Mr. Kesma. Mr. Kesma had a pipe that had been used for unknown years hanging in his mouth. Du Lin had sent some cigarettes back, and Mr. Kesma tasted a few. Even though he gave up, he still got used to the tobacco leaves and taste he grew himself.
At this time, he stood on the steps and glanced at Du Lin, snorted coldly, "You still know how to come back."
The two little bastards were hiding behind Mr. Kosma, each holding a leg and looking at Dulin curiously.
Alyssa was wearing the clothes that peasant women often wore, with a headscarf, and a basket woven with grass and wood in her hand. She leaned against the doorpost in the corridor outside the door and looked at Dulin with a smile. Her younger brothers and sisters also He ran out in one breath.
Dulin nodded as a greeting, then looked at Mr. Kesma, "Why do they call me a bastard?"
"Because you're an asshole, okay?"
"asshole!"
Mr. Kesma raised his chin slightly and looked at Dulin with contempt.
(End of chapter)