Chapter 192 Please take care of her in the future

"This is Tutu, hahaha." Xu Qing's laughter resounded throughout the living room.

"Yes, I'm still a little chubby at this time, just like the dolls on the New Year paintings."

In the evening, after dinner, Yang Tutu went to take a shower. Yang Dad and Xu Qing sat in the living room with big eyes and staring at him, and he was embarrassed. So Xu Qing looked for topics and took the initiative to talk to Yang Dad when Yang Tutu was a child.

Something about.

Dad Yang was so excited when he talked about this. He said a lot, and finally ran to the room and took out a few albums that had been around for a while.

Let me read it one by one for Xu Qing to see.

Among them, there are photos of Yang Tutu being held in his arms as a child and having a bare ass.

Yang Tutu really doesn’t know what these two big men are doing here now, otherwise she would probably not be able to take a shower.

"This photo was in 2004. She was 6 years old. This year, my mother and I separated." Dad Yang used his fingers to scrub the photo. Yang Tutu's head inside was lit with red dots, wearing a small vest and shorts.

, very cute.

"This picture was from 2008. Her mother sent her to me. Xiao Xu, I wasn't afraid of you laughing. I was very scared at that time. I was afraid that I couldn't take her well, but she cried and shouted to keep her.

After that, he said he would not go with her mother, but fortunately her grandmother is still there and can help him take her.”

"This photo is from 14 years old. She was in junior high school at that time. This was her grandmother. That year her grandmother left." Dad Yang said, unable to help but touched the two faces in the photo, the face of Yang Tutu.

It is very similar to now. A tall ponytail was tied behind her and her expression was a little restrained. She was sitting next to her, and the old man was smiling happily.

"This one is for 15 years. She stopped studying and insisted on going out to work. I couldn't persuade her. In fact, it was because I was not capable. She felt that I couldn't make money and didn't want to study anymore."

"This photo is from 16 years old. She is in an electronics factory. The factory is timed. She can't move even if she sits inside. She has to work overtime every day. It's too hard, and she's thin and looks like she's lost."

"This one is from 17 years old. She told me that she had changed jobs and was doing live broadcasts. I didn't know what live broadcasts were at that time. Later, I asked the children who liked to play computers and asked them clearly. At that time, I was very worried about her.

Going on the wrong path.”

"This is this year. She won the championship in the 101th generation of the Creation Group. I really have to say that thank you. If it weren't for you, Tutu might be still doing that live broadcast. She has no talent and is quite good-looking, hey!

”

"This is also from this year. She has photos of Sitang Xixi and Xinxin. This is a photo with Yunyi, and this is a photo with Manqi."

"You still know Sitang and the others."

"I know, how can I not know? Look, there is also a photo of you and Tutu. That is, there is a big difference between you and the photo, and I will not recognize you for a while today." Dad Yang said and laughed.

A hint of shyness appeared on his dark face.

Dad Yang is a person who is not good at speaking. When Yang Tutu came back, he didn't say anything like I miss you very much. He just cared about whether Yang Tutu was hungry and whether to eat. He rarely said anything else.

Not to mention the words like hugging and crying on TV and saying that your life has improved, most of the emotions of ordinary people are hidden in their hearts and not so passionate outside.

Perhaps, only at this time can he reveal his emotions while flipping through the photos and facing Xu Qing.

"Xiao Xu, Tutu, she has suffered a lot with me since she was a child. I am indeed incompetent, can't hold on to my wife, can't take care of my daughter, and I can't even cure my mother's illness.

She... Actually... she shouldn't have left so early. She... She doesn't want to treat her anymore. In my life, I will only care about Tutu. In the future... I'll ask you to take care of her more in the future...

She just needs to stop letting her suffer so much anymore. She shouldn't have done this... It shouldn't have done it." In just a few short words, Yang's father couldn't say it later, and his voice became choked.

"Uncle, don't do this. Tutu is very good. Isn't life getting better and better?" Xu Qing really couldn't bear this kind of scene. He felt a sense of sorrow and rushed straight into his forehead. His feelings were like a knife, and his knife went to the softest place.

You are so painful that you are in pain.

"It's okay, it's okay." Dad Yang waved his hand and wiped his tears.

"Dad, Brother Qing, what are you talking about?" Yang Tutu walked down at this time.

Dad Yang quickly lowered his head, he didn't want Yang Tutu to see him like this.

"Look at the photos of you when you were a child." Xu Qing said with a laugh at this time, and deliberately raised the album in his hand.

"Don't look, there's something I'm naked inside." Yang Tutu's face turned red with a blush, and he hurriedly wanted to go forward and grab the album in Xu Qing's hand.

Xu Qing originally wanted to divert Yang Tutu's attention.

So, Yang Tutu came to grab it, and Xu Qing ran out with the album in his arms.

While running, he said, "There are still bare-butts, let me see where it is."

"Xu Qing, stop for me." Yang Tutu jumped and chased after him.

The two of them chased and fought back and forth in the yard. Dad Yang stood up and looked at the young man and woman outside, and his lips were tightly pursed together.

On New Year's Eve, Yang Tutu and his father went to worship their ancestors and sweep their tombs and repair them.

Xu Qing couldn't participate in this occasion. He prepared breakfast for the two of them at home and sorted out the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

The chickens that should be killed are killed, and the fish that should be killed are killed.

Xu Qing made it very easy. He knew how to cook. His family used to contract paddy fields in the countryside, which were hundreds of acres. Naturally, he had to ask for help in so many fields.

When asking for help in rural areas, sometimes you can’t give money, but you must serve the meal well.

His parents didn’t have time, so Xu Qing had a big pot rice since junior high school. He had cooked more than 20 people’s meals, and the New Year’s Eve dinner for three people was not a problem at all.

Since the morning, I have never stopped sending messages to New Year’s greetings. They are all messages sent in groups, just look at them.

When Xu Qing started boiling water and pulling out chicken feathers, Yang Tutu and Yang’s father returned home covered in mud. In the past, they were buried in the countryside, and they had to add soil to repair the tomb.

"You can still kill chickens, Brother Qing?" Yang Tutu looked at Xu Qing busying her work, and immediately squatted beside her with a smile and said.

"I can fight cocks."

“Huh~~”

"Xiao Xu, stop busy, I'll do it."

"Uncle, don't move. I'll show you the New Year's Eve dinner tonight. I'll show you your skills. You go watch TV or something and wait for dinner. Tutu will help me." Xu Qing said to Dad Yang with a smile.

"Okay." Yang Tutu was not vague. Anyway, his body was already dirty, so he didn't care whether the clothes would be stained by pulling the chicken feathers.

Squatted beside me and started helping to pluck my hair.

Seeing the two of them singing and reconciling, Yang's father smiled, then walked into the house and took a brush to brush the mud on his pants and shoes.

In this way, Xu Qing took Yang Tutu and worked hard on the ingredients. Yang's father was persuaded to watch TV.

After more than an hour, the meat and other things were put into the pot and started stewing. Several people ate something simple, and Xu Qing made another bucket of paste.

Carrying paste with Yangtutu, she pastes Spring Festival couplets.

Climbing up the stairs, Yang Tutu held the stairs and handed over the Spring Festival couplets.

"Oh, be careful, the paste is dripping on my head." Yang Tutu angrily said.

"Is that true, oh." Xu Qing said, deliberately swinging the brush in his hand, Yang Tutu was covered in her body with clear water.

"You did it on purpose." Yang Tutu shouted and jumped away.

"No, it's because the paste is too thin, so it's normal to drip down."

"You did it on purpose."

"I'm not that kind of person, I handed me the word "Fu"."

"Tutu, be careful with the escalator. Xiao Xu will fall down later." Seeing that the two of them started to make trouble again, Yang's father walked out of the house.

As soon as Yang's father came out, the two of them became honest instantly. Xu Qing's expression was as usual. Yang Tutu made faces at Xu Qing when he handed Xu Qing the Spring Festival couplets.

After a while, Xu Qing finished pasting the Spring Festival couplets, went down the stairs and looked at it. It was very good, and it didn't paste it wrongly.

Throwing the brush into the paste bucket, Xu Qing clapped his hands and said to Yang Tutu: "I'll take a shower, you'll take a shower, you'll take a shower, and it's time to cook after class later."

"Oh." Yang Tutu nodded. Before, as long as Yinsha had no work arrangements, she would be caught by Xu Qing to attend class. This time, it was fine for the Chinese New Year, and Xu Qing even grabbed her to attend class every day. This class was also

I don't know what it means to reach.
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