After binding the system, Mrs. Wei went down the mountain

Birch exerted his strength and directly pulled Dali's kid up.

"Hey, what are you doing, old man?"

At this time, Niu Cuifen and others happened to come out, and they saw Birch dragging something with an angry look on his face, and then hanging it with great strength.

Niu Cuifen was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward and took Dali's hand.

"cluck"

Dali thought these grandparents were playing some interesting game with him, and chuckled.

"You little guy, you don't know how to be afraid!"

Niu Cuifen was just about to reprimand him.

"Birch, you said you are such a big man, you... hahaha!"

He laughed at Birch's miserable appearance.

The helplessness is so funny.

Birch looked hopeless, his eyes were red as if he had just cried, and he was holding a large strand of hair in his hand, leaving only half of it on his chin, which was white.

"Hahaha"

Seeing him like this, the others laughed unceremoniously.

"You guys, huh, have no sympathy at all."

Birch was worried all night and didn't even eat dinner.

The perpetrator was a little baby over two months old, and Birch had no way to pursue him.

I can only be alone in the dark night, hugging the quilt and feeling sad.

The next morning, Birch took his half beard and went to find Mrs. Wei.

As the saying goes, if you can outrun the young, you can't outrun the old.

Seeing Birch, Mrs. Wei couldn't hold back her joy.

"Then what do you say?"

"I?"

Birch had a droopy old face. If he knew what to do, he wouldn't come.

"I don't know what to do, but I don't care. Your grandson did it. You have to take responsibility."

"Hey, are you still relying on me?"

Mrs. Wei asked with wide eyes:

Birch had a sad face.

"Sister Wei, I have had this beard for more than 20 years. I regard it as my relative and the source of my art. How can I live with this now?"

This sentence is true, even when Birch knew that he was diagnosed with cancer, he was not so sad. Last night, he stayed up all night, holding his half beard and crying.

"Art source?"

Mrs. Wei muttered, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"I'm talking about Xiaoqi, you are still a painter, why do you call yourself an artist? You don't understand such a high art?"

"what"

"Sister Wei, what did you say?"

Birch froze.

Mrs. Wei directly dragged Birch to the mirror, pointed at him in the mirror and said:

"Look, this is so artistic. How many people in the world can come up with this kind of tailoring and design?"

Birch looked carefully at himself in the mirror, and he looked really different.

"Yeah, what I said is right, aren't you always there to teach Chu Xiu a lesson, saying that art comes from life and is higher than life?"

Birch nodded and then asked:

"That's true, but what does Sister Wei have to do with this?"

Birch pointed to the remaining half of his beard.

"It's so stupid, look at it."

Mrs. Wei covered half of Birch's beard with her hand and said:

"You see, doesn't this come from life?"

Then Mrs. Wei took her hand away again.

"Look, isn't this higher than life?"

After Mrs. Wei left, Birch stood alone in front of the mirror, blocked it with his hand, and then took his hand away, repeating this process several times.

"It's true. I didn't expect that I would find the highest true meaning of art by accident."

"Hahahaha!"

Birch burst out laughing.

At the door of the kitchen, Lin Tieli, who was warming up his daughter's milk, couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Mom, isn't that uncle too easy to fool?"

Mrs. Wei said "cut".

"You know nothing, this is the true meaning of art!"

Back in the dormitory, Birch changed his decadent mentality from yesterday, and his whole person was filled with confidence.

"I said, you old boy, don't be sad. Is your beard like this?"

Seeing Bo Lao come back, Xu's father hurried over to watch the show.

As a result, I saw Birch looking in the mirror and smiling stupidly, and asked with some confusion:

He was not angry when he saw Birch smiling, but just looked at Xu's father mockingly.

"Tch, you kid knows nothing, this is the highest state of art!"

When Xu's father walked out of Birch's house, he was still confused.

"As expected, those who engage in art are all lunatics."

More than a month has passed and November is about to come, and the pipe laying in the village is coming to an end.

It has been three months since Dali was injured, and during this period, there have been no more injuries.

Mrs. Wei couldn't help but rub her head when she looked at Lin Tieli, who was chatting animatedly with Yue Hong.

"Tieli, when do you plan to go home?"

"Ah? Mom, I'm not going back. How big is Dali?"

Mrs. Wei's eyes jumped.

During this period of time, because Lin Tieli and the children were here, Mrs. Wang and Wang Xiaomeng came here almost every three or two days. They had to take care of the family business and had to rush here early in the morning and late at night. The Wang family's mother and son lost nearly 100 pounds in the past three months. At more than twenty kilograms, Wang Xiaomeng is not bad. She has a lot of meat, so if she loses weight, it is considered as a weight loss. However, the old lady of the Wang family is already thin and can weigh more than ninety kilograms. Now that she has gone back and forth, it would be good to have seventy kilograms left. .

The most important thing is that when these two women are at home, they have no time to spare. Not only are they tormenting the Wang family, but they are also tormenting themselves!

"That Tie Li, you have to go back. Now that the force is a little stronger, it won't hurt people so much. Besides, the Wang family is so busy, people have to come to see you, and the business is delayed. After all, this force is Is it okay for the grandson of the Wang family to stay in our house all the time?"

Lin Tieli suddenly widened his eyes and said in disbelief:

"Mom, this idea of ​​yours is very dangerous. When did you start to discriminate against men and women?"

"Ah I?"

Mrs. Wei was confused.

"Genders are equal, and no one stipulates that this child belongs to their old Wang family. This child was born to me and Wang Xiaomeng. What is the difference between living in their family and ours?"

Yue Hong and others also looked at Mrs. Wei.

"hehe"

Mrs. Wei laughed dryly.

Of course there is a difference. Is it inconvenient for you to practice as an old slave at home?

"Mom thought wrong. You can stay with me as long as you want."

In order to prove that she did not have such old ideas, Mrs. Wei quickly said:

"It's almost there."

"Mom, look after the baby for me. I've made the milk and put it in the kitchen. I'll go into the house to chat with Sister Yue Hong and the others."

They said they were chatting, but actually they were going to play cards.

Old Mrs. Wei pushed the stroller around the yard as if she was resigned to her fate.

"cluck"

Dali, who was still asleep, suddenly laughed, stuck out his little tongue, and blew bubbles.

This cute and cute look directly captured Mrs. Wei.

"Hey, grandma's eldest grandson, you can stay at grandma's house as long as you want!"