To be honest, Grandma Pei came to talk to Song Yuqiao, who was a bit nervous and didn't know what they would say. However, the topic must have been about her, so I don't know what the two of them said.

  Grandma has always been gentle with these younger generations, but Song Yuqiao had also seen her stern side. In the year Grandpa passed away, someone came to make trouble in the mourning hall. At that time, Grandma was holding a cane and directly beat the person out. Standing alone in the decorated mourning hall at home, she seemed to have an aura of "one man guards the pass, ten thousand men cannot open it".

  Bai Hangyu pulled Song Yuqiao down to squat, moving the insects on the ground, and asked: "Qiao Qiao, what are you thinking about?"

  Song Yuqiao patted Pei Haoyu's arm. It felt really solid in his hand, all muscle, just like Pei Si said, he was raised to be tall and strong.

  Song Yuqiao shouted: "Xiaohuo."

  Bae Ho-young nodded: "Yes!"

  "Who gave you this nickname 'Pei Xiao Huo'?" Song Yu Qiao asked.

  "My dad said it was given by my mom."

  Bai Haoyu found a black insect similar to a beetle on the ground, his eyes lit up and he immediately became interested, squatting down and taking two small steps forward.

  Song Yuqiao thought Pei Hangyu was just playing around and didn't notice the black insect, so he hurriedly followed him. "Has your dad ever told you what kind of person your mom is?" Chai Yatuan asked.

  "My mom ran away with another man, so my dad wouldn't mention the woman who had an affair with him."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  Hasn't it been mentioned before?

  Song Yuqiao felt a little lost in her heart. Her mother had also told her before that after she was seriously ill, she chose to forget some things. At that time, she didn't know what she forgot, but now it's confirmed that among the forgotten memories, there is Pei Si Cheng.

  Pei Hangyu suddenly stretched out his hand to pick up the large black beetle on the ground, holding it up like a treasure for Song Yuqiao to see, "Qiao Qiao look, big bug!"

  Song Yuqiao raised her eyes and saw a black insect, six legs still curled up, instantly, the hairs on her back stood up, and her face turned pale.

  She has been afraid of insects since she was a child. Even those things that fall from the branches of poplar trees in autumn, like caterpillars, can scare her into fainting.

  But now, if she screams loudly, it will definitely have a bad influence on Pei Huaiyu. Many children's worldviews are formed from small things since childhood. The insect was not scary at all, and she was scared by others when she was young.

  Song Yuqiao moved her lips slightly and stabilized her voice, saying: "Uh-huh, Auntie saw it."

  Bai Hangyu smiled and was very happy. He took this worm and put it in Song Yuqiao's palm, "Qiao Qiao, look, it can still crawl!"

  When the six legs of this insect touched the palm, Song Yuqiao suddenly stiffened, his eyes staring at the six-legged creature in horror, his face instantly as white as paper, really wanting to throw away the insect in his hand and wash it three times.

  Bai Hangyu didn't notice Song Yuqiao's expression at all, still with a face full of excitement, grinning from ear to ear.

  When the beetle crawled onto Song Yuqiao's wrist, a large hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pinched the beetle, throwing it far away.

  Bae Ho-yong jumped up from the ground and shouted: "Dad, what are you doing?!"

  Then ran along the parabola thrown by his father and went into the grass to find insects.

  Song Yuqiao almost fainted, and suddenly leaned back on Pei Sicheng's body behind her, took a breath, and felt that she had goosebumps all over her body.

  Pei Si Cheng held Song Yu Qiao's hand and wiped away that chilling feeling from her palm.

  Song Yuqiao took a deep breath before saying, "Am I really that unqualified?"

  Pei Si patted Song Yu Qiao's back, "You've done really well, honestly."

  Pei Si witnessed Song Yuqiao's fear of insects to the point of fainting, so this time Song Yuqiao really restrained the sudden disgust in her body.

  ………………

  When Song Yuqiao went to the outhouse to talk to her grandmother, Pei Si Cheng walked into the grass and pulled out Pei Hangyu by his ear.

  "What's wrong with you, pinching my ear! You're just jealous that I'm better looking than you!" Pei Hao Yu rubbed his ear and also wiped his cheek, feeling that it was still a bit itchy, so he rubbed again, instantly turning into a little flower cat, which was simply unbearable to look at.

  Pei Si Cheng looked at his son who had already become like this and couldn't bear to say anything hurtful, so he silently turned around.

  Bae Ho-yong didn't give up, following behind Bae Seo-joon: "Dad, do you know? When I grow up, I'll definitely be more handsome than you and taller than you. You're 1.8 meters now, right? I want to grow up to be 2.8 meters!"

  Pei Si Cheng: “......”

  Bae Ho-yul followed Bae Se-chang to the eaves of the house, and Song Yu-qiao came out and was startled. Is this Bae Ho-yul just rolling around on the ground? How did he get so dirty all over his body?

  Song Yuqiao's white pants still have Pei Hangyu's two small handprints from just now.

  She pulled Pei Hangyu's wrist: "Don't touch randomly, don't rub your eyes! Auntie will go wash it for you."

  Bai Huanyu was really dirty beyond salvation. Song Yuqiao used a basin of water to help him wipe it off, not only did the white towel in his hand turn black, but even the water turned pitch black. They changed the water twice before they were able to get Bai Huanyu clean.

  Pei Hangyu sat on the edge of the bed, dangling his two short legs, letting Song Yuqiao wipe his face, wipe his hands, and then wipe his round belly, finally taking off his shoes to wash his feet.

  Song Yuqiao picked up Pei Si Cheng's backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out Pei Hangyu's clothes from inside. "Which one do you want to wear?"

  Bae Ho-young made a beautiful and lovely fart in front of Song Yu-kyo's makeup mirror, "That blue suit! I want to wear the small suit!"

  "How about this one?" Song Yuqiao took out a set of blue small suits, inside was a white shirt, and a navy blue tie.

  Bai Haoyu nodded and jumped on the bed, thumping loudly as if he wanted to stomp through the bedboard.

  Song Yuqiao had helped Pei Hangyu put on his clothes before, but the feeling was completely different this time.

  Bae Ho-young was also lazy once and didn't want to dress himself, so he let Jojo dress him.

  Song Yuqiao helped Pei Hangyu tidy up his little shirt, put on his tie, and every move was very serious, really wanting to make up for the previous five and a half years.

  Pei Cheng was already standing at the door, with his arms crossed, watching Song Yuqiao's movements.

  Bai Haoyu felt very relieved, and after Qiaoqiao helped him put on his clothes and little leather shoes, he jumped up and down in front of his dad, looking up at him with his head tilted back, asking: "Dad, has Qiaoqiao ever dressed you? No way, haha, Qiaoqiao dresses me!"

  Pei Si Cheng directly picked up his son and threw him out of the door, then locked it with a backhand.

  Bae Ho-yong was left outside the door by his dad for the nth time, but in response to his dad's behavior, Bae Ho-yong's countermeasures have gradually upgraded. From scratching the wall for the first time, to staring at the door for ten minutes on the second time, trying to stare a hole through it, to now, he can be calm and composed. He shrugged his shoulders, made a face at the door, and then happily went to the front Buddhist hall to find a little monk to play with.

  In the room, Song Yuqiao now sees Pei Si's action of locking the door and feels a little flustered in her heart, her face is slightly hot, she gets up directly from the bed and wants to go out.

  But Pease stood in front of the door, unless you were going to jump out the window, otherwise you would have to go through him.

  Song Yuqiao walked up to Pei Cheng's face, her eyes glanced upwards slightly, looking at his very smooth and round jawline, pursed her lips, "Let me out."

  Pais didn't move.

  Every time Pei Su spoke to Song Yuqiao in this soft voice, he felt a flame burning from his lower abdomen, scorching hot and wanting to press Song Yuqiao under him.

  Song Yuqiao directly stretched out her hand to push Pei Cheng's arm, although it was simply a futile effort, she had no effect at all. Her other hand went around his side, wanting to pull the door, but was caught by Pei Cheng's wrist. Changing positions, her back leaned against the solid wooden door.

  Pei Shichen has now fully mastered the kissing technique with Song Yuqiao, using the most adorable height difference between men and women. It's really a special feeling, especially when lifting Song Yuqiao's chin, her line of sight touches her own eyes and then moves away.

  She sensed what Pei Shu wanted to do and placed her arms between the two, saying: "This is a sacred place of Buddhism, don't be confused."

  Pei Si Cheng chuckled lightly and leaned down, his hands clasped around her waist. As Song Yu Qiao tilted her head, his lips landed on the edge of her earlobe, saying: "What's 'offending the emperor'? I don't know."

  Song Yuqiao's sensitive spot is the earlobe, and also behind the ears. If Pei Shichen wants her to go limp in a few seconds, using some technique to kiss this position will undoubtedly be half the effort with twice the effect.

  He liked being close to Song Yuqiao, liked holding her in his arms and watching her turn soft as a puddle of water, with rosy cheeks.

  When Song Yuqiao's body softened, Pei Si Cheng let go of the arm that was holding Song Yuqiao, and in her anxious state, she wrapped her arms around Pei Si Cheng's waist.

  Pei Si Cheng opened Song Yu Qiao's arms, turned his head to look at the peach blossom on Song Yu Qiao's cheek, and planted a butterfly kiss on the corner of her lips. "Don't worry, even if I couldn't bear it anymore, I will endure until tonight."

  Song Yuqiao and others arrived, panting slightly, looking up at Pei Sicheng who was standing against the light, gazing at his cold and stern face, which, due to the backlight, had an even more distinct and profound outline, with every angle clearly visible.

  Pei Si stretched out his hand and pinched Song Yuqiao's face: "What are you thinking about again?"

  "I wonder," Song Yuqiao said, "if we ever really loved each other?"

  "It's not that we didn't love each other," Pei Si said, lifting Song Yuqiao's face. "We loved each other very much, from the past to now. Otherwise, why would you have children with me? Would you have children with someone you don't like?"

  Song Yuqiao shook her head, "No."

  Later, Song Yuqiao thought that Pei Si Cheng would take Pei Hangyu down the mountain, but unexpectedly, Old Lady Song arranged a wing room for Pei Si Cheng and Pei Hangyu, letting them stay in the backyard as well. She also asked them to stroll around the temple in the afternoon and have dinner together in the hall at night.

  Song Yuqiao asked Pei Si Cheng: "What did you say to my grandmother?"

  She felt that Grandma was completely different towards Pei Si Cheng now. As for Pei Huang Yu, it didn't matter anyway, he was originally a very likable child.

  Pei Si chuckled: "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."

  Song Yuqiao: "......"

  In the afternoon, Old Lady Song went to listen to Master Zhu Chi's lecture on Buddhist scriptures. After returning home, she called Song Yuqiao over: "I just told Master Zhu Chi about it and asked him to draw a divination slip for us."

  Song Yu nodded: "Good."

  Even if Old Lady Song didn't let her go to the front to draw lots, Song Yuqiao was going anyway. Pei Hangyu had been playing in the front for too long and she didn't know where he had run off to.

  ………………

  Song Yuqiao went to ask for a marriage sign, and Pei Si Cheng followed beside her as an escort.

  The two of them went back to the front from the backyard, but they didn't ask where Master Song was. Although the temple wasn't big, it would take a lot of effort to find him room by room. So, Song Yuqiao asked an old monk who was sweeping the floor with a broom outside the gate, "Master, where is the abbot?"

  The monk turned around, joined his palms together and said a prayer: "My junior fellow has gone down the mountain."

  Oh, so this is the master's senior fellow disciple? Indeed looks like an old monk, wearing only a grey monk robe, with a pair of grey cloth shoes on his feet and holding a broom in his hand. Not like those seen on TV, wearing kasaya and holding a Zen staff.

  Song Yuqiao smiled and also put her hands together in a slight bow: "Thank you."

  Pei Su Cheng did not have as many manners as Song Yu Qiao, still standing with his hands in his pockets, without saying a word. He only followed after seeing Song Yu Qiao turn around.

  "Please stay."

  Song Yu turned his head back.

  "What brings you to look for my junior brother?" The old monk smiled and said, "I'm not talented, but I'd be happy to help you with your troubles."

  Calling himself a little monk is really too humble for Song Yuqiao, a true high-ranking monk should be like this, deep and not revealing.

  She explained her intention, which was to ask for a marriage divination sign.

  "Please come this way."

  Song Yuqiao had never shaken a divination lot before, now he sat cross-legged on the cushion, holding the tube of lots in his hand, and when he shook it outward, he felt somewhat nervous, especially with Pei Si Cheng standing behind him.

  Pei Si Cheng suddenly felt Song Yu Qiao's tension and, regardless of whether he was a master or not, said to Song Yu Qiao: "Just go ahead and shake, anyway it's all superstition."

  Song Yuqiao's heart skipped a beat when she heard Pei Si Cheng's words, and her hand shook, causing a pen to fall out.

  She first looked up and stared at Pei Si Cheng for a moment, then lowered her head to pick up the brush and handed it over to the master with both hands.

  But unexpectedly, it was an empty pen.

  "Shake it again."

  Song Yuqiao turned around this time when drawing lots and whispered to Pei Si Cheng: "Don't talk nonsense."

  Then they started drawing lots.

  Up up down down three times, left right swing three times, a pen fell out from the front.

  But what made Song Yuqiao stunned was that this time it was still a blank check.

  The master seemed unsurprised, smiled and said, "Shake it again."

  Song Yu pinched a handful of sweat in her palm, really didn't know why it would end up like this, was it a sign that she wouldn't have a marriage destiny?

  This time, Song Yuqiao first shook all the divining sticks in the tube and then shook them for a long time. Two of the sticks were on the edge, as if they were about to fall off. When one stick fell off, she quickly picked it up.

  Song Yuqiao picked up the pen and took a look, it was still an empty contract!

  There were dozens of divining sticks in a tube, but when Song Yuqiao shook it three times, there was only one stick left.

  What is the probability of drawing the same stick three times in a row when there is only one stick?

  The master put away the divination sticks, smiled and looked at Song Yuqiao: "This three-time shaking of the divination sticks, yet all were blank signs. Twenty years ago when I followed my Shifu to interpret the signs, I only saw it once. This is the second time."

  "Excuse me, Master, what does 'empty signature' mean?" Song Yuqiao asked.

  The master stroked his beard and said: "No divination can be sought, future marriage is not fixed, all depends on heaven's will."

  Pei Si furrowed his brow and directly pulled Song Yuqiao up, "Don't believe this, it's completely unreliable, let's go."

  The old monk said: "Sir, please stay."

  Pei Si Cheng slowed down his footsteps but didn't turn around, one hand still tightly grasping Song Yu Qiao's hand.

  The master got up from the cushion, put his palms together, and said "Amitabha Buddha". He looked at the donor's face and said: "Looking at the donor's facial features, it has the image of a tiger's roar and dragon's chant. I have a few words of advice for you, don't force things, follow the will of heaven, don't worry too much, otherwise your family will not be peaceful."

  Song Yuqiao was about to turn around and ask what deeper meaning this sentence had, when Pei Shichen let out a cold snort and directly pulled Song Yuqiao out the door.

  The old monk behind shook his head and looked at the two who walked out hand in hand, saying: "Don't force it."

  The two walked together into the courtyard, Pei Si furrowed his brow, it was clear that he was in a bad mood.

  Song Yuqiao also lowered her head, she was still thinking about the three empty lots that had just been shaken out, was it really so coincidental? When she got back, her grandmother asked, and she definitely couldn't say it was an empty lot, so she casually made up a phrase.

  Song Yuqiao suddenly thought of Pei Haoyu who was playing in front, and said to Pei Si: "I'll go find Pei Haoyu in the front."

  Pais nodded and said, "I'll wait for you outside."

  As soon as Song Yuqiao entered, Pei Si Cheng took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. However, he didn't have a lighter, so he simply rotated the cigarette between his fingers, playing with it.

  What can be sought without a sign? What cannot be forced?

  He has lived for over thirty years, never believing in fate, only believing that things are done by people.

  ………………

  Maybe it's because of the weekend, incense is thriving, most tourists coming to S city are here to visit Lingyun Temple, some for divination and blessing, others for sightseeing Buddhist culture.

  Bai Haoyu ran two laps around a big-bellied Buddha in the front hall, knocking over an incense burner and spilling incense.

  Bai Haoyu rubbed his nose, thinking that things were going badly, and hastily said "sorry", wanting to hurry up and help the aunt get up.

  "What's wrong with you kid? Are you blind?"

  The person who was hit is also a stubborn one, speaking harsh words.

  Bae Ho-yong furrowed his brow and couldn't help but retort: "You're the one who's blind!"

  "You little kid still dare to scold people! Where are your parents? It's really a case of someone being born but not raised, look at me, this whole bunch of incense sticks is all broken." This person's voice was loud, and with just two sentences, the entire hall gathered around. "This is for burning incense for Buddha, take a look, see what kind of evil deed you've done!"

  Those who come to worship are generally Buddhist. Incense is a must, and if the incense breaks off, it's considered unlucky from a superstitious point of view.

  Pei Hangyu's eyes turned red, not because of the scolding, but because of that sentence "born without being raised by anyone". Although Pei Hangyu had never seen his own mother, he believed that even if she had run away with another man back then, she must have had her own reasons.

  He is now particularly angry, with his two small hands clenched into fists on both sides of his body, staring viciously at the person in front of him. Then, he exerted all his strength, arched his body forward and charged, pushing the person back with a stumble.

  "This guy won't let up, 'Look, he's going to hit someone! Whose child is this? Come out and take care of him!'"

  Bai Haoyu wanted to run away, but was held back by an adult who grabbed his arm: "You hit someone and then want to run away? Wait until your parents arrive... These kids nowadays, their upbringing is all too poor."

  "Pei Xiao Huo!"

  Bai Hangyu heard this voice, and fiercely shook off the hand of the adult who was pulling him. He directly pounced on Song Yuqiao, then hugged her legs, buried his face in her body, with a wronged expression.

  Song Yu Qiao lowered his head and looked at Pei Hao Yu's eyes which were red, thinking if he had been wronged somewhere.

  The man who was bumped into by Pei Hangyu just now has already started shouting, "Are you the mother of this child? Look at him, he bumped me and got a big handful of incense, not even a word of apology, and then he directly bumped me down with his head again. Ask these people around us, they all saw it."

  Bai Hangyu turned around, holding Song Yuqiao's hand and stiffening his neck, saying: "I said sorry, you didn't hear it!"

  "This person who was bumped into said: 'I didn't hear you, so you won't say it again, huh? Look at how fierce you are now. Is it because your mom came and someone is backing you up? Are you this kid's mom? You're also young, no wonder you can't teach the kid well.'"

  Song Yuqiao ignored this person, squatted down, and held Pei Haoyu's shoulder. "Little Fire, tell Auntie what's going on? Auntie only believes you."

  Pei Hangyu's eyes turned red, and with a blink, tears fell down. He said in a particularly pitiful tone: "I apologized, but she said I was blind and that I had no upbringing. So I bumped into her... Qiaoqiao, I have a mom, I told you before, right? Everything I said is true, all these uncles and aunts are watching."

  What a child says is more believable than an adult who talks nonsense. Moreover, everyone around saw what happened just now. An old lady has already come over and pointed at the man saying: "A four or five year-old child, you really... accumulate some virtue in front of Buddha."

  Many people discussed it, and his face couldn't hold on anymore.

  Song Yuqiao helped Pei Haoyu wipe away the tears on his face, pulled his small hand and stood up, saying to that person: "If even a child cannot be tolerated, then the heart is basically blocked. It doesn't matter if what you said sounds good or not, as for whether I taught my son well or not, I know it in my own heart, there's no need for others to point fingers and criticize. Finally," she took out some change from her bag and put it directly on the incense case beside her, "this money should be more than enough to compensate you for those broken incense."

  After finishing speaking, Song Yuqiao squatted down and picked up Pei Huaiyu, taking steps to walk out the door.

  Bai Hangyu tightly hugged Song Yuqiao's neck, placing his small chin on Song Yuqiao's shoulder, with shiny black eyes looking back, and tears still clinging to his eyelashes.