Entertaining Children

The next day, after Xiao Yao was arranged by the hospital to complete a series of physical examinations, he was taken by his grandfather Xiao Chengru to his father Xiao Siqi's ward.

Looking at the man with plaster on his left hand and right leg, a bandage on his head, and a haggard face leaning on the hospital bed, Xiao Yao also felt sad for a while. However, he still calmed down, walked over with a smile, and said to the man with a haggard face, "Why did you become like this, as if you were ten years older? Look at this, I will call you Dad from now on Got it."

Then he lightly touched the plaster plaster covering Xiao Siqi's left hand, sighed and said, "Dad, you really don't have to blame yourself too much. I know it's not your fault, so you don't have to feel too guilty. Mom is here The sky is looking at you, do you think she wants to look at you from above, looking like you are dying? You are the man she admires and has such a little admiration for."

Xiao Yao's words not only made Xiao Chengru who was following behind him widen his eyes again. It also made Xiao Siqi, who felt shameless facing his son with his head bowed, raise his head in surprise.

This performance was also Xiao Yao's deliberate decision last night. First of all, he is not a person who is good at comforting and explaining to others, he doesn't know how to let Xiao Siqi out of guilt and sadness through words. That being the case, it might be a good idea to give him some kicks to get his focus from guilt and sadness to being different. Anyway, I also need to show some maturity far beyond that of children of the same age to strive for more right to speak and autonomy for my future life.

Xiao Siqi was indeed extremely surprised. In his impression, his son should still be a child who can call his parents clearly but not in a hurry. Why does he seem to have grown up and understood a lot all of a sudden. Xiao Siqi looked at his father suspiciously. Xiao Chengru's expression has recovered at this time. Spreading his hands, he said to Xiao Siqi: "After waking up yesterday, I feel the same about him as you do now. For this reason, I went to consult his attending physician and the brain specialist in the hospital yesterday. The doctor They said that Bayi's performance should be related to the impact on the head this time. As for why there is such a change, they can't explain it. The doctor said that the human brain is a very wonderful thing, and human beings are far from understanding it. Not enough. However, this is always a good thing. Maybe this is what the ancients called enlightenment or enlightenment. It seems that we will all have to learn to adapt to this Bayi in the future."

Hearing what his father said, Xiao Siqi thought about it. The kids got smarter, that was the only good thing about this disaster. Probably, this is the so-called blessing and misfortune.

"Bayi, don't you really blame Dad?" Xiao Siqi figured this out, and naturally returned to his entangled thoughts.

Xiao Yao is a little speechless, but it also shows that his father really loves his wife and children, otherwise he wouldn't be so entangled.

"I said it wasn't your fault." Xiao Yao rolled his eyes, and then continued to find topics to divert Xiao Siqi's attention. He looked around in the ward, and then asked Xiao Chengru, "Grandpa, do you have a pen with you?"

"What do you want a pen for?" Xiao Chengru asked curiously.

"I remember hearing my mother say that signing my name on the plaster is to express my wish for the patient's speedy recovery. I want to sign my father's plaster." Xiao Yao replied.

"Can you write your own name?" Xiao Chengru asked. This kid can't be so evil.

"I still can't write the name Xiao Yao's Yao, but the nickname Bayi Mom still taught me." Probably feeling Xiao Chengru's surprise, Xiao Yao also felt that he had acted too much, and temporarily changed his words. The first name was replaced by a simpler nickname.

Maybe because he felt that the pen on his body might not be able to write smoothly on the plaster, and Xiao Yao was not too easy to control, so Xiao Chengru went to the nurse's station to borrow a marker pen. This brush is about the size of a watercolor pen used for children's drawing.

Xiao Yao should be much more comfortable using it.

Xiao Yao imitated the child's handwriting on the plaster with a marker pen, and wrote the words "Xiao Bayi" as crookedly as possible, and then handed the pen to Xiao Chengru, "Grandpa, sign one too."

Xiao Chengru took the pen amusedly, and signed his name on the plaster of Xiao Siqi's left hand according to his words. Xiao Chengru's calligraphy has certain attainments. The three characters "Xiao Chengru" are written with silver hooks and iron strokes, and when placed together with the crooked "Xiao Bayi" on it, the contrast is obvious, and it looks quite interesting.

Looking at the three characters "Xiao Chengru", Xiao Yao thought to himself that this grandpa's calligraphy really wasn't built, so he said to Xiao Chengru, "Grandpa, your handwriting is so beautiful, it's just like the one printed on the book, you taught me how to write OK?"

"Okay, as long as you want, grandpa can teach you to write brush characters. The characters written with brush brushes are more beautiful." Xiao Chengru said with a smile. Although his calligraphy has been professionally recognized, he is still very happy to hear the praise from his three-year-old grandson.

Xiao Siqi saw that the old and the young were talking happily, and his mood seemed to improve a lot. He looked at Xiao Yao and said, "Ba Yi, then you have to learn from your grandpa. Learn all your grandpa's skills. Don't be like your father and me in the future."

Xiao Yao looked at Xiao Siqi strangely and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Siqi smiled and said: "Dad, I also learned calligraphy and painting from your grandfather when I was young. Unfortunately, your dad is very playful and can't calm down. After learning half a bucket of water, I can learn it anyway." I can’t go on anymore. It made your grandfather depressed for a while.”

"What's the level of half a bucket of water?" Xiao Yao asked deliberately.

"Uh, it's just a little bit better than ordinary people, and I can barely see it." Xiao Siqi stretched out his right hand and touched Xiao Yao's head and said.

Although he is his cheap father, Xiao Yao is still not used to being touched on the head. He tilted his head calmly and moved his head away, took the marker pen in Xiao Chengru's hand and walked towards the end of the bed. Responding in his mouth: "Don't worry, I will definitely fill the bucket. From now on, you will not see such ugly words I wrote. Now, I have to sign the plaster cast on your foot, so that you can see more several times."

Xiao Chengru and Xiao Siqi were stunned for a moment when Xiao Yao said that the bucket was full, and it took a while to realize that Xiao Yao was responding to Xiao Siqi's statement that the bucket was half full, and then laughed.

"Dad, there is something I want to discuss with you." Xiao Siqi glanced at Xiao Yao, who was seriously signing his plaster cast on his feet, and turned to his father.

"What's the matter? Tell me." Xiao Chengru responded.

"As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt a muscle and a bone. I am in this state. Even if I am discharged from the hospital, I will have to take care of him for two or three months. During this time, it is definitely not convenient for me to take good care of Bayi. So I want to let Bayi Once I stayed with you for a few months, you helped me take care of him for a period of time. At first I was worried that you were old and the child was so young, I was afraid that he would torment you a lot. At first, I planned to spend money to hire a nanny to take care of him Yes. But now that Bayi is so sensible, like an adult, taking care of him doesn’t seem too difficult, and now he says he wants to learn calligraphy from you, so I think it’s better for him to follow you. "Xiao Siqi said seriously.

"What's the problem with this? I wish my grandson could get closer to me." Xiao Chengru said with a natural expression, "Try to heal your wounds with peace of mind. When do you miss your son? Call me and I'll take him to see you. When will the injury heal?" It won’t be too late to come pick him up when you’re ready.”

Xiao Siqi nodded, and said to Xiao Yao: "Bayi, can you live with grandpa for a few months first? Dad will pick you up when he recovers from his injury."

"Okay." Xiao Yao nodded immediately. Facing this man whose age was about the same as his actual psychological age, he called out "Dad, Dad". For the current Xiao Yao, there is still some awkwardness in his heart, he might as well stay at ease with this grandpa.

Xiao Yao was then observed in the hospital for another two days, and after all the examination results came out, showing that his body was completely fine, Xiao Chengru went through the discharge procedures for him. After finally instructing Xiao Siqi to recover from his injuries, the grandfather and grandson returned to Xiao Chengru's residence.

In Yanjing, the capital, in the old city, in the alleys, a small courtyard house quite old was stunned by Xiao Yao. Like the previous life, to have such a residence, one must either have considerable background or considerable wealth, or both. As for Xiao Chengru, it is obviously mainly the former.

"Grandpa, your place is amazing. You own the whole yard?" Xiao Yao asked in surprise.

"This is passed down by our old Xiao family ancestor, but it can't be said to be mine alone." Xiao Chengru said with a smile.

"Ah? Someone else owns this yard?" Xiao Yao said disappointedly.

"Yeah, there's your dad and you too, you belong to our old Xiao's family too." Xiao Chengru laughed when he saw Xiao Yao's disappointed look. "But your father thinks my place is too old and doesn't like to live here. Otherwise, it's fine for all three of us to live here."

"Dad's temperament is really not used to living here. At the entrance of the alley, cars can't get in, and he doesn't mind the trouble. And he has a bunch of musical instruments. He has the bad habit of playing piano and writing songs in the middle of the night, and the neighbors can't help Come to take pictures of your gate." Xiao Yao nodded, and then said: "However, when Dad reaches your age, it will definitely be good to stay here for the elderly."

"Hehe, when I saw this yard was still there, right?" Xiao Chengru asked happily. In my heart, it was not because of the conversation with Xiao Yao, who was far beyond his age, which Xiao Chengru had gotten used to after a few days of adaptation, but because Xiao Yao was enjoying the Beijing film. Speaking of which, when he was in the hospital a few days ago, Xiao Yao still had a little bit of Xiangjiang Baodao in his speech, and he habitually used words like "la" and "it" at the end of his words. This is probably influenced by her mother, it seems that many people in their circle like this tone when they speak. But today I took Xiao Yao around this old alley in Yanjing, and chatted casually with these old Yanjings who can be regarded as aboriginals in the alley, Xiao Yao actually caught the old Yanjing dialect. Some very characteristic vocabulary, what I said brought a Beijing flavor. This is a very strong language talent.

Mr. Xiao found that his grandson seemed to be very interested in this kind of old Yanjing alleys. Probably because my son lives in a relatively high-end and modern community close to the CBD business district, and my grandson has never seen Hutong. He is also happy to take his grandson to experience the Hutong culture of old Yanjing. So after dinner, Mr. Xiao, who was in high spirits, took his grandson out for a walk again. Since they are all old neighbors who have lived for more than ten years or even decades, almost everyone they meet during this walk can stop and chat for a few words. And the sensible and clever grandson also has a sweet mouth, and the age-appropriate address of grandpa, aunt, uncle, elder brother and sister also made the old man gain a lot of envy and praise, which made the old man even happier.

When going to bed at night, Xiao Chengru originally wanted his grandson to live with him. But Xiao Yao insisted on living in a room alone. In desperation, Xiao Yao could only be arranged in the east wing. Watch Xiao Yao clean himself up with the washing utensils prepared for him, take off his clothes, shoes and socks and get under the covers. He didn't need to intervene in the whole process, and that agile effort seemed to be more worry-free than a seven or eight-year-old child. Xiao Chengru felt that his job of taking care of his grandson for several months should be very easy.

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