"I think......" dufo squeezed out a smile with a little helplessness. "It must be a wrong decision to send him here!"


    He knows exactly what Vivian wants her children to be. It''s a realm that Buddha has never reached. He needs to be as polite and humorous as a perfect gentleman. He can maintain his demeanor at any time and anywhere, Instead of a child whose face and body are covered with mud and running crazy in the countryside barefoot.


    But... Looking at the happy smile on his son''s face that has never been shown, maybe Du Lin is right. He can''t give his children too much help. Then when the child needs to enjoy his innocence and childhood happiness, give him all this and give him the right to be happy!


    It''s comforting to think of here. Of course, he doesn''t know that the children''s body and face are cow dung, otherwise he might not think so.


    As for why Dooling can know that those things are cow dung at a glance, it is because he is very familiar. As for why he is familiar, that is another matter.


    The children are followed by several young people. Although they are chasing, they are not fierce or serious. Their faces are more helpless. Their pursuit is more like a helpless and powerless "crusade".


    When they got closer, Fred, who was running crazy, suddenly stopped. His happy expression remained on his face. His eyes suddenly became a little flustered. He saw dufo. At the thought of what he was like now, a feeling of "making trouble" spread rapidly in his body, anxiously bowed his head and stopped.


    The two children looked back at Fred and then at the two people who were approaching. After looking at each other, they quickly ran to the house and shouted, "bastard back, bastard back..."


    Duff, who didn''t have a smile on his face, burst into laughter. He looked at Turin and said with a smile, "I think they might be talking about you."


    Durin lit a cigarette and was shocked. He wanted to know why he became an asshole, and then discussed with his two children how to respect their father as a child. Of course, Mr. kesma taught him a lot of things, such as whips, sticks, belts and even leather shoes. In short, as long as he wanted to beat people, there were perfect appliances everywhere.


    The young people who were chasing several children also stopped and looked at them from a distance. Turin walked over and asked, "Why are you chasing them?"


    Some young people asked in an uncertain way, "are you Turin?" Turin nodded, and then the young people turned around and ran away, leaving only inexplicable Turin.


    He may have forgotten that when he was a child, the three brothers were not a good thing. Mason ate other people''s bread everywhere and often fought with others. Merlin peeped at the widow''s bath every day. Du Lin was a simple and honest little bastard. No matter what his two brothers did, he would have his share. People secretly say that Mason and Merlin are obviously bad, and only Turin is dull.


    In addition, the boundary stones in Mr. kesma''s farmland are always blown away by the wind for several meters. In countless battles, the three brothers have become a terrible synonym. The Leighton children are not nearby, so they dare not face Turin alone. They were chasing Turin''s son just now. What if Turin knew the truth and beat them?


    He shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly towards home. Every time he came back here, he always felt that time had become much slower.


    On the other side, Dufour went to Fred and squatted down. He asked the child to look up at him. Before he said anything, Fred apologized and said sorry.


    Originally, dufo, who wanted to talk about Fred, suddenly seemed to be pricked, and his heart twitched and hurt. He didn''t know how Vivian taught his children, but obviously this way of education is wrong. He shouldn''t apologize. Vivian needs to apologize.


    "Look at me..." dufo took out his handkerchief and began to clean up the cow dung on Fred''s face. He wiped it gently and asked, "why apologize to me?"


    Fred''s eyes were timid, and his head dropped again. "Because I didn''t keep my appearance, I got all over... Cow dung."


    Dufo looked ugly. His hands were covered with light green stains, and there were some grass roots that had not been completely digested. He greeted the two little bastards of the durin family, took a deep breath, threw his handkerchief on the ground, and then said, "you shouldn''t apologize because you didn''t do anything wrong!"


    Fred suddenly looked up and looked at dufo with unbelievable eyes. Dufo smiled and rubbed the child''s soft hair, "Everyone should have a happy and carefree childhood. Have you heard that saying, ''innocence and joy are children''s rights''. No matter what you do, as long as you don''t hurt others and what you do makes you happy, you don''t need to apologize."


    Fred didn''t know how to tell whether what duffer said was right or not. He hesitated and said, "but mother, she..."


    "She''s not here!" dufo stood up, a little disgusted, but still clenched his teeth, took the child''s hand full of cow dung, and walked towards Turin''s house, "at least here, you should be happy!"


    Soon dufo knew why the three children were covered with cow dung. Little Mr. kesma, the older child put forward a new idea this morning to feed other people''s cows with laxatives, and then block the eyes of these cows to see if they can pull out the dung with their own skills. Well, this is a story full of flavor. Dufo, who knew the truth, almost didn''t hold back and laugh. He just warned Fred not to participate in dangerous games. Everything else doesn''t matter.


    As soon as Du Lin came home, he saw Mr. kesma. Mr. kesma hung the pipe that had been used for many years in his mouth. Du Lin sent some cigarettes back. Mr. kesma gave up after tasting a few. He was still used to the tobacco and taste he planted.


    At this time, he stood down on the steps, glanced at Turin, and snorted coldly, "you know you''re coming back."


    Two little bastards hid behind Mr. kesma, holding one leg and looking at Turin curiously.


    Dressed in the clothes that peasant women often wear, with a headscarf and a basket made of grass and trees in her hand, Alicia leaned against the doorpost on the corridor outside the door and looked at Turin with a smile. Her brothers and sisters also ran out at one go.


    Dooling nodded, said hello, and then looked at Mr. kesma. "Why do they call me an asshole?"


    "Because you''re an asshole, okay?"


    "Asshole!"


    Mr. kesma raised his chin slightly and looked at Turing with contempt.