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Father He accidentally fell down on his way home.

Even though Teacher He is young, he is quite old for a father.

When he fell down the slope, he had no time to react. He broke his foot and one of his fingers.

So at this moment, he was hanging by his feet and his fingers were tied, listening to Mother He's explanation with a serious face.

It roughly means: "This is the parent of our daughter's student, but I think the young man recognizes that he will be your godson after he becomes his godson."

He turned slightly and glanced at the two children behind Father Song.

One has a long head and a thick head, and the other is cute and cute.

Father He's mouth curled up, and he quickly pressed it down after realizing it.

He continued to look serious: "Oh, that's right."

Then he turned to Father Song with a serious face: "Hello."

Father Song quickly stepped forward: "Hello, godfather."

Father He said with a serious face: "Yes, not bad."

Brother He thinks his father is too serious.

Normally I would forget about it at home, but now this was the first time I met my godson, so I had to give him a smile no matter what.

He was a little worried that Father Song would be frightened.

No, I should be worried about the two children being frightened.

His father is still difficult to please, and he usually has a weird temper.

My own children can be angered by strange things, but if he can't control his temper...

Brother He glanced at Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong.

The two children won't cry in grievance, right?

Father Song didn't think Father He was too serious at all. His own father was like this anyway, and he was usually reserved, so he looked cheerful.

Song Yao was watching from the side, and the same thing happened. He felt that the expression of this godfather was very similar to his biological grandfather.

Grandpa Song also likes this look very much.

Because he felt that the two grandfathers were very similar, the child stepped forward and smiled sweetly at Father He:

"Grandpa, my name is Song Yao, you can call me Yao'er."

He pulled over Zhao Xiaodong, who was serious and timid because of his father:

"This is Zhao Xiaodong, you can call him Dongdong."

The look on Father He's face softened a little: "Be good."

He glanced at Teacher He: "Are you the first and second graders in the school?"

Obviously, he did not miss the letter that Teacher He wrote to his family.

When Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong heard this, they instantly became proud.

The child corrected her very seriously:

"Not just the grade, but the whole school."

Although there are only a few people in the school, it should be nicer to say it out loud!

Father He nodded, his expression upright, one foot was obviously still hanging, but he was sitting very straight.

When he opened his mouth, he sounded like an old teacher:

"I heard that you like physics? Yes, physics is a very good subject."

Finding that although Father He looked very serious, he spoke quite normally, Zhao Xiaodong was no longer afraid and answered proactively:

"I like physics, and Yaoer likes everything."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Father He suddenly became energetic.

"I'm pretty good at physics. If you don't understand something, you can ask me."

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong sounded a bit familiar.

Hey, this is not Teacher He’s brother. No, he should be called uncle now.

Isn’t this what Uncle He said before?

It's a pity that he was busy talking to Brother Yuanjiang and answered one or two questions before having time to talk to them again.

Now there was someone willing to answer their questions. Song Yao's eyes were bright:

"Grandpa, can I ask any questions?"

Father He opened his mouth to praise himself.

Then he looked at the two children who were looking at him expectantly, but they still held back.

He glanced at his wife.

They have been husband and wife for many years and have supported each other all the way. His mother knows what he wants to do every time he makes a move.

She secretly complained that the old man had to pretend to be serious in front of the children, but she still cooperated and showed off her husband:

"Your grandpa is famous for being good at physics in school. He can teach college students no problem. You're right to ask him."

Father He immediately cooperated and sat up straighter.

"Wow!!"

The two children cheered in admiration and looked at Father He with eyes full of admiration.

College students!

That's so awesome.

Looking at them with admiration, Father He sat up straighter.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong happily started asking questions.

Otherwise, ginger is still spicy.

Although Father He wanted to show off in front of his godson, he really didn't exaggerate.

He is an experienced teacher and has never given up on learning. He has worked hard all the way until now. Not to mention that he is really comparable to the professor. He has no problem teaching two smart children.

He could basically answer Song Yao's and Zhao Xiaodong's questions, and because he had a lot of teaching experience, he answered them very carefully.

After answering a few questions, he raised his eyes and looked at his children.

"I'll start with this question, and you can talk about the rest."

Teacher Ho:"……"

Brother He: "..."

coming.

The sadness of growing up in a family of teachers.

Growing up, after their parents had taught their students, they would also teach them.

Then when they grow up, if their father or mother brings students back to teach, it will be over.

It directly evolved into them taking the lead, and letting the two children take care of the rest.

Although this is really helpful for learning, it is really a nightmare for the person involved.

Teacher He is okay.

She is no longer the student who only studied.

After working as a teacher in Dashu Village for several months, she has become very adaptable to giving lectures.

As soon as she got up, she started talking in a clear voice. When she got to a point she didn't know, she stopped:

"Let my brother do the rest."

Brother He looked at his sister in disbelief.

He asked why she took the initiative to go up first, and they were waiting here together.

He lowered his head stiffly and met the expectant eyes of Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong.

Looking up again, Father He had a serious look on his face.

Brother He: ...Help.

Facts have proven that calling for help really works.

The door to the ward opened, and an old man was supported by someone and slowly walked in. He was stunned when he saw so many people in the room.

Father He, who was looking at his son with a look like "If you can't tell me, you're dead", immediately coughed lightly:

"Your aunt is right, the next step should be..."

He rambled on for the rest of his speech, and after seeing the two children nodding their heads, he finally stopped with satisfaction:

"You can push it a little further yourself. Once you know the answer, it will be interesting to deduce it from the answer."

After Song Yao said that they knew, Father He said to the old man who had sat back on the hospital bed as if chatting casually:

"Lao Zhang, why didn't your grandson come back with you?"

Old man Zhang glanced at the two children in front of him:

"They went back to their homework."

"It's time to do your homework." Father He nodded in agreement, and then asked Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong: "How did your summer homework go?"

Song Yao puffed up his chest proudly: "We finished writing it as soon as we got out for summer vacation!"

This time, Zhao Xiaodong rarely felt at ease when asked about his homework:

"Now I only have homework to read every day."

Father He nodded with satisfaction, and then said to Old Man Zhang: "These two children look like me. I was like this when I was young."

Old man Zhang haha, don't ask him who these two children are.

But he didn't ask, but He's father continued to say in a natural manner:

"By the way, I forgot that you don't know me yet. These are my two grandsons. Even though they are young, one is first in grade and the other is second in grade."

He said very reservedly: "There is just not much room for improvement. There is no way, the child is smart."

Teacher Ho:"……"

She quietly asked He's mother: "Mom, what's wrong with my dad?"

He's mother also answered her quietly:

"He is at loggerheads with this old man. He has been coveting his grandchildren before. Just leave him alone and let him brag."

Song Yao also noticed it.

Grandpa He is showing off to that Grandpa Zhang!

The child was happy immediately.

He is familiar with this!

Growing up, he was always taken out by his grandparents to show off.

Song Yao immediately stood up straight, ensuring that he had enough to show off.

Old man Zhang really looked unhappy.

He looked at Song Yao, who had a well-behaved face, and then at Zhao Xiaodong, who had a tiger-like head and a thick head, and stood up without saying a word.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

His wife: ...Didn’t I just go there?

She stretched out her hand to help, and Lao Zhang waved his hand: "No, I have a cane."

He picked up the crutches leaning on his side and started walking slowly step by step.

As he walked, he said to Father He:

"If you don't say that you will rely on your descendants when you are young, you will depend on your descendants when you are old. The crutches my son gave me are quite useful. Lao He, why don't you buy one too?

I see you lie in the hospital bed every day and can't move around. It's really uncomfortable. "

After extracting the word "son", Brother He's heart skipped a beat.

A man's son bought a cane but his father didn't, so it would be strange if his father didn't blame him.

Sure enough, Father He's eyes were fixed on Brother He, his eyes full of evil.

Brother He: ...I knew it.

He laughed dryly: "Dad, the doctor said you can't get out of bed yet. When you can get out of bed, I will buy you a crutch."

It’s useless to buy it after you get out of bed. Lao Zhangtou will be discharged from the hospital long ago.

Who can I buy the crutch for?

He's father was so angry that he couldn't compare to Lao Zhangtou, but in front of the younger generation, he still had to put on a noble and cool posture:

"Why did you buy this? It's just for this one time use. It's a waste."

Song Yao, who was trying to memorize what his father had just taught him, pricked up his little ears.

He remembered that he also prepared a gift for Grandpa He.

"Grandpa! I brought you a gift!!"

Father He immediately became energetic: "Really? Hey, you kid, just come and see grandpa, what gifts should you bring."

As he said this, his eyes were full of expectation.

He even said a few words to take a look at Old Man Zhang.

Song Yao said proudly: "Because the teacher said that grandpa, you broke your hands and feet and could only lie on the bed, so I specially brought my baby over to give it to grandpa."

He first glanced at Zhao Xiaodong with a guilty conscience, then rummaged in his schoolbag and took out an object wrapped in oil paper.

Father He looked over expectantly.

The oil paper was peeled off, and a hand was exposed.

It has distinct joints...that's the only word that can be used to describe it, because it only has a skeleton.

Because it is made of wood, the outer skin has been specially shaved off, making it look more like a skeleton.

At first glance, it looks like it was just taken out of the medical school.

Father He: "..."

other people:"……"

Zhao Xiaodong was not surprised by the skeletal appearance, after all, he had long been used to it.

He was just wondering:

"Hey, little one, when did you make it? Why don't I know?"

Song Yao, who made it to scare the other party at first: "..."

He avoided the other party's sight with a guilty conscience:

"Just, I just wanted to do it. Who told you not to get up early? Then I didn't bring you."

Afraid that Zhao Xiaodong would continue to ask, he quickly looked up at He's father:

"Grandpa! I made this hand for a long, long time. I heard from the teacher that your hand was injured, so I brought it here. It will be yours in the future."

Song Yao picked up the skeleton...hand and pulled its fingers to show He's father:

"I specially scraped off the outer skin. Doesn't it look very white and beautiful now?"

He's father: "..."

Others: "..."

Although he knew that the skin the child was talking about was the skin of wood, he was holding a "bone frame" and said happily "scraped off the skin", which was still quite scary.

Song Yao didn't feel scared at all.

Because scraping the wood skin is really difficult, and he had to hide it from Zhao Xiaodong, he scraped it secretly for a long time.

If he hadn't found that it was too difficult to make this hand crawl out from under the bed, Song Yao wouldn't have made the semi-finished product public.

He felt that it was too difficult to research it by himself.

Let's get Zhao Xiaodong to research with him first!

When the technology has a breakthrough, he will make a hand that looks more like a real person.

Scare him to death!!

Hahahahahaha!!

For this great wish, the child was very cunning and didn't make nails and "skin" for this hand.

He thought that this would confuse Zhao Xiaodong.

Zhao Xiaodong was indeed very confused. He couldn't figure out why Song Yao wanted to make a hand.

It didn't seem to have any other advantages except that it looked good.

He curiously leaned over and touched the hand, and Song Yao pressed his hand on the palm.

——Buzz!

After a sound, the hand suddenly moved.

A "hand skeleton" that looked like it had just been stolen from the medical university moved by itself.

Is there anything more terrifying than this?

Teacher He jumped back in fear.

The cane in Old Zhang's hand almost fell.

"Ah!!!"

Zhao Xiaodong, who was closest to the hand, screamed. Yuan Jiang immediately stepped forward to comfort him, but he saw that he had finished screaming and looked at Song Yao with indignation:

"You actually bought batteries for it?!!"

Yuan Jiang: "..."

He stood back silently.

Song Yao was already guilty, and Zhao Xiaodong's questioning made him even more guilty.

The child's eyes began to wander: "I spent my own money, I didn't touch the public account..."

Zhao Xiaodong was still angry:

"Then you can't secretly buy batteries for it! It was agreed that only our spiders have the battery privilege!"

He was very angry: "Now our spiders are not the only ones with batteries!"

The angry nine-year-old child puffed his face:

"When I wanted to buy batteries for the snake, you stopped me! You said we should concentrate on making spiders, and do other things after we make spiders.

As a result, you secretly bought batteries for this hand!!"

Song Yao felt guilty. In fact, the battery used in this hand was the first battery. Later, he thought that batteries could also be used on spiders.

But he certainly couldn't say it. If he did, wouldn't his intention to scare Zhao Xiaodong with his hand be exposed?

He would definitely avenge Zhao Xiaodong for scaring him with a snake!

What is this called!

This is called bearing humiliation! Sleeping on straw and tasting gall!

In ten years, he will definitely be able to make a realistic hand-shaped woman to scare Zhao Xiaodong!

The child brainwashed himself and admitted the mistake of being "biased":

"Okay, I was wrong, don't be angry, we will buy a battery for the snake when we go back."

Zhao Xiaodong was still easy to coax. After receiving the apology, he hummed a few times and generously forgave Song Yao:

"Okay, I forgive you."

The adults who watched the two children quarrel and then make up: "..."

Teacher He: "... This hand is always moving, is it really okay?"

Song Yao, who was still imagining in his mind that "Ten years later, Zhao Xiaodong was scared by the hand-shaped woman and screamed", just remembered.

He was still giving gifts.

The child immediately straightened his waist and entered the gift-giving state again.

He said proudly: "No problem, it can last for a long time!"

Looking at Song Yao with an expression of "Don't worry, it lasts a long time", Teacher He: "..."

That's not what she meant.

Song Yao has been happily introducing this hand to Father He.

"Grandpa, you won't be able to get out of bed for a long time, I thought you must feel bored and tired just reading."

The child turned the palm of this hand up and stretched out the fingers one by one:

"Look, when you are tired of reading, you can stand up your fingers like this, and then press here."

Song Yao pressed the palm confidently.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, the skeleton of this hand lying flat on the bed, the fingers of each finger actually moved slowly bit by bit.

They waved their fingers slowly, then slowly spread them out, and then slowly waved again.

The joints bent down one by one, and then straightened up one by one.

Calm... and weird.

Even Yuan Jiangdu's hair stood on end. Even though he knew that this was Song Yao's masterpiece, he couldn't help but step forward and stand in front of the two children.

Song Yao poked his little head out from behind him.

"Isn't it interesting? It can also be used to scratch your itch. Grandpa, your finger is injured. Just put it on the itchy place and it will scratch it for you."

Father He: "...No, no need, right?"

Song Yao thought he was being polite and said enthusiastically: "Let me demonstrate it to you. It's very useful."

The child happily went over to pick up his hand and brought it close to his face.

Everyone watched helplessly as Bai Shengsheng's hand bones slowly moved across Song Yao's delicate and cute little face.

The children also introduced to them seriously:

"Just about this distance is enough. Don't put it too close, otherwise it will get stuck."

Adults:"……"

This painting really looks like "an innocent child being held hostage by a terrifying hand bone."

Yuan Jiang clenched his fist tightly, and then barely restrained the urge to knock the hand away from Song Yao's face.

He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't help it:

"Take it down first, everyone understands."

Song Yao took his hand down obediently.

Just when Yuan Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, the child said again:

"In addition to tickling, it has other functions."

Song Yao manually adjusted Bai Shengsheng's hand bones to a holding position, then pinched it with his index finger and thumb, and brought it close to the enamel cup on the cabinet next to the hospital bed.

Keeping the hand bones in the "C" position, he circled the enamel cup inside. When Song Yao pressed his thumb, it made a "buzz" sound.

With a sudden force, he hugged the enamel cup firmly.

The others were fine, but they were startled by the sound, but Yuan Jiang's eyes lit up.

This kind of response ability is simply faster than those machines in the factory.

He was keenly aware that Song Yao might have made something extraordinary again.

Song Yao himself doesn’t know yet.

Mr. Wu had just told him last time that there were already robot concepts abroad, and some of the technologies had even been applied in factories. Now he could only let this hand hold it briefly and roughly.

For the children of Song Yao, this is a semi-finished product among semi-finished products.

Of course, even if it is a semi-finished product, he is extremely proud of it.

The child was happily raising the enamel cup through the bones of his hand and said to Father He:

"Grandpa, didn't you hurt your finger? I think it's hard for you to hold a cup.

With this hand, you can pick up things by yourself even with just two fingers. "

Father He looked at his wrapped thumb:...

Although there was a high probability that this function would not be used, he still sat up straight and deliberately glanced at Old Man Zhang who stopped and looked around:

"Ahem, not bad, not bad."

Just when he was about to say, "Then I'll accept this gift," Song Yao excitedly put his hand on the ground again:

"Grandpa, if you don't use it to hold the cup, it has another function!"

The child was super sonorous: "It can dance!!"

"Grandpa, when you get tired of reading, you can watch it dance!"

Father He almost choked when he coughed.

Dance?

Dancing with one hand? ?

Looking at Song Yao who looked confident, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

The premonition came true.

Song Yao went over and pressed his palms twice.

Just listen to the "buzzing" sound accompanied by the sound of rotation.

The white hand bones seemed to have been injected with 800 times of chicken blood, lying on the ground and spinning in place at super fast speeds.

While turning, the five fingers kept shaking.

While shaking, I didn't forget to remove the afterimage.

--boom!

The crutch in Old Man Zhang's hand fell off.

There was a "buzzing" in their ears, and a hand bone was spinning at high speed in front of them. Everyone was shocked.

Only Yuan Jiang remained calm. He just resisted the urge to draw the gun and stood forward, protecting the two children behind him.

Father He was stunned when he received this gift.

It took him several times to recover.

Glancing at the dumbfounded old man Zhang, Father He looked at the bones of the hand that was shaking while turning rather stubbornly, and squeezed out a smile:

"You dance so well. It is indeed a gift from my grandson."

"I like it very, very, very much."