In the midsummer afternoon, cicadas chirped outside the house. In the main room of the old Feng family, Xiao Mengmeng was lying on a small bamboo bed and is sleeping soundly. This bamboo bed was made by the old man Feng himself. Upon closer inspection, you will see a trace of green bamboo on the bed.Madam Feng sat on the edge of the bamboo bed and fanned back and forth with a palm leaf fan, and fell asleep unconsciously.
Old man Feng came in from outside the house. As soon as he walked into this house made of volcanic stones, he immediately cooled down a lot. Then he saw Mengmeng sleeping like a pig. Futian drank his ice plum juice.He gently walked to the edge of the bamboo bed, first stroked the bed board with his hand, and reassured that there was no stubble. Looking at Mengmeng who was sleeping soundly, the old man Feng had a loving smile on his face.
As if the little girl sensed it, Mengmeng suddenly moved, her eyelids trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up. Before she woke up, Madam Feng opened her eyes first. She patted the swaddle and coaxed, glanced at Old Man Feng, and said in a low voice, "Mengmeng just fell asleep, don't wake her up."
Old Man Feng hurriedly went to see Mengmeng, and found that she was moving even more. Her little arms and calves were kicking around, and all of a sudden, she tried hard turning to the side. Suddenly she turned over, humming and chirping twice, and fell asleep on her side.
Old Man Feng and Madam Feng were stunned at the same time. After a long time, Old Man Feng was so surprised that the wrinkles on his face appeared, "Feng'er, our Mengmeng have learned to turn over, and she's only three months old. Ttsk tsk, she's so smart, she deserves to be the daughter of my old Feng family."
Madam Feng was also very excited, raised her chin high and said proudly: "That is! As soon as we Mengmeng was born, I felt that she was different from other babies."
The last time they were so happy was when Mengmeng learned to look up. "I think this is because our ancestors spirit have blessed our Mengmeng so she is smarter than the others." Old Man Feng was full of satisfaction and joy, squinting his eyes and said happily, "Feng'er, Mengmeng will pass a hundred days in a few days. We along with Mengmeng will pay homage to our ancestors, so that our ancestors will know that our old Feng family also has a daughter."
"That's a good idea!" Madam Feng's eyes brightened, she suddenly thought of something, and said expectantly, "Old man, after worshipping our ancestors, do you want to include our Mengmeng in the family tree?"
"Of course I do," Old Man Feng said, "I told my ancestors about this the last time I worshipped them. I even have a dream about it so they must agreed to it. Well, I think I'll Just do it."
On Mengmeng's Hundredth day, she was dressed up very festively. She was wearing a set of light and breathable short-sleeved clothes and shorts.
The top is bright red color, and the trousers are pure green. Such a combination of bright red and green, if placed on the body of an ordinary village baby, might be particularly ugly. But Mengmeng looks tender and white, like a dumpling. And with the dress she's wearing, the whole person is like a little Fuwa who came out of the
New Year's picture, which is very cute.
In order to make this suit, Mrs. Feng referred to the fashionable styles of the foreign camp stores, and specially made it exactly the same. Sure enough, after wearing it, Mengmeng looked particularly stylish.
"Mengmeng, after today you will be 100 days old. Grandma will give you a red dot." Madam Feng held a small wooden stick in her hand. She got a little paint from somewhere, and carefully put it in the middle of Mengmeng's forehead. A little, well, it's more like a New Year's picture doll now.
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Pampered in the Eighties
FantasyAuthor : Xue Liqi Synopsis 【In 1980, a Super Mary Sue was born! 】 Madam Feng: Having a daughter is good, having a daughter is wonderful, and having a daughter is a Blessing. Village head father: pet pet, pet desperately pet, pet to death. Brothers:...