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"Dad, I want a bow." Fu'er finally asked for something other than food, and he asked Lang Xing for it without waiting for him to ask. This child already regarded Lang Xing and Su Wan as his biological fathers.

He is his mother, and he doesn’t remember his real parents at all.

"Okay, I'll do it for you." Lang Xing responded to requests as always.

Early the next morning, Fu'er had a small bow and five small wooden arrows. He happily took the quiver on his back and ran away.

Su Wanyang warned in a loud voice, "Don't gesture at people, it will be serious if you shoot it in the eyes."

Fu'er agreed repeatedly and ran to find Ting'er without looking back.

Lang Xing smiled and glanced at Su Wan, saying, "If he doesn't even understand this, I've taught him all these years in vain."

"But he is still young after all." Su Wan said disapprovingly.

Langxing said confidently, "There are some truths that you should keep in mind when you first become sensible. Do you think he has hurt Ting'er once after playing with Ting'er for all these years?"

Su Wan snorted and said, "Okay, I know your education is good, so go to work quickly!"

One of them is busy at home, the other is busy in the fields, but they both pay attention to the situation over there.

I have to admit that Langxing taught Fu'er very well. Ting'er played with the little bow most of the time. Fu'er happily ran around picking up the little arrows for Ting'er to shoot. The two children

Have a great time.

"Stop shooting at tree trunks. The arrows are all broken. Shoot at flowers." After a small arrow was damaged, Fu'er said to Ting'er distressedly.

"Okay." Ting'er obediently aimed at a small flower and shot an arrow.

Su Wan couldn't help but use her spiritual thoughts to joke to Lang Xing in the field, "He doesn't have the heart to cherish flowers like you do."

Langxing smiled and stopped the hoe, picked up a wild flower in the field, put it to his nose and smelled it, then threw it into the weeds aside, and sent back his spiritual thoughts: "Ting'er is the flower that needs his care and compassion.

, it’s great to be able to give in to Ting’er like this when you are only five years old.”

"Don't let me train him into a pervert who can't move when he sees a woman." Su Wanbie warned pointedly.

Langxing rolled his eyes in the direction of the small courtyard and continued hoeing without saying a word.

After a while, Su Wan heard another spiritual message, "Look at your son!"

Lang Xing had already noticed that Fu'er and Ting'er were going to shoot the small melons on the melon stand that had just grown to the size of a fist. Those small melons were indeed good targets.

"Leave him alone and let him pay later." Lang Xing said calmly.

"Silly Ting'er, this is their family's melon." Su Wan said amusedly.

Langxing also smiled. Although Ting'er was only five years old, farm children knew how to cherish their crops. This little girl was loved to death by Xiao Zheng and his wife.

Su Wan and Lang Xing were relieved to see that the two children only picked one small melon to shoot and did not harm other small melons.

At this time, Aunt Lu came out of the house and saw the two children spoiling Xiaogua. She immediately went up and scolded her.

Ting'er was having a good time, but she thought Aunt Lu was nosy and retorted, "This is our family's melon, you don't need to worry about it."

This sentence made Lang Xing amused. He stopped the hoe again and secretly looked at the scene over there with his spiritual consciousness. Su Wan, who was cooking, also had a smile on his lips and also looked over with his spiritual consciousness.
Chapter completed!