Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

It was the second day that Qingqing woke up.

She opened her eyes in confusion, looking up at the white ceiling above her head, her nose filled with the familiar smell of disinfectant.

Blink, blink again.

Five heads appeared in the field of vision at one, two, three, four, five, and the distance was too close. Qing Qing didn't see who these five people were, but was a little frightened.

Seeing her horrified expression on her face, Gu Lan immediately frowned and waved his hand to drive away all the other four men like a fly.

"Go and go, go all the way, what are you doing here all blocked, it scared our Qingqing."

"Mom belongs to our family."

Being driven to Fu Sishen's heart was dissatisfied, whispered.

However, after being glared at by Gu Lan, he immediately shrank his neck, smiled, and stretched out his hand to make a zipper gesture on his lips.

I shut up, I shut up.

"Brother." As soon as the head moved away, Qingqing immediately recognized who the person in front of him was.

She cracked her small mouth immediately and giggled.

The innocent smile without any haze seemed to have never cast a shadow of intimidation, as happy and brilliant as ever.

There was something wrong, Fu Heng tentatively stretched out his hand and gently grasped Qingqing's little hand that was not dripping, and was immediately held back by Qingqing.

But it's just the kind of loose grip that I usually trust, which is not like the nervous pulling of a frightened child when he asks for help.

"Qingqing, do you remember what happened yesterday?"

As soon as this sentence came out, basically everyone noticed something strange, and everyone looked at Qingqing nervously, waiting for her answer.

"Yesterday?" Qingqing looked around with a guilty little eye, looking at the sky and the earth, but she didn't dare to look at Fu Heng.

But under his firm gaze, she still expected to whisper the truth in a low voice: "Qing Qing...Qing Qing had a fight with someone."

I was invited by my parents and fell asleep listening to Fu Heng's reprimand on the way home.

She she she... Is it going to be spanked?

Shrinking subconsciously, Qingqing carefully hid herself in the quilt.

As long as Qingqing's little **** is hidden deep enough, my uncle can't hit me!

Without the expected reproach, everyone who heard these words changed their expressions almost at the same time, and the brothers Fu Sijin and Fu Sishen even hurriedly turned around and rushed out to call the doctor.

Waiting for a white coat to rush over and catching Qingqing for an examination, the serious expression on his face relaxed a little.

"Doctor, how is the child?" Fu Heng's grim eyebrows

Persistent anxiety.

Waking up without a memory for three days, does this mean that Qing Qing’s age is still deteriorating?

He also wanted to make himself more optimistic, but what happened one after another in Qingqing recently is really hard to be optimistic.

He was scared, afraid that his wife would be like those with Alzheimer's disease.

He degenerates little by little every day, gradually losing his former self, becoming a ignorant and ignorant baby, and finally disappearing completely.

This torture is the greatest harm to those closest to her.

Fortunately, the doctor's next diagnosis saved his desperate thoughts.

"It's okay, it's just that the child's brain has activated the stress mechanism and deleted the memory that made her feel painful."

It's just a pure selective amnesia, not a relapse of age.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief in silence, hurriedly sent the doctor away thankfully, and then surrounded Qingqing and asked for warmth.

Qingqing's face was still a little pale, her weak body wearing the smallest hospital gown looked a little lenient, and her tiny hands swollen with dripping, which made Fu Heng and others distressed.

But the little guy who had just suffered a crime comforted them with a sensible expression, and wanted them not to worry too much.

Qingqing only went to the hospital because she thought she was injured in a fight with a classmate, although she didn't feel any pain in her body at all.

But maybe it's an internal injury?

Just like in a TV series, a single punch in the air can knock people far away.

Maybe Chen Qi and the others are the children of the martial arts world, their martial arts are strong, but they have been pretending to be ordinary people without showing it.

"Hahahaha..."

When Fu Sishen heard this open brain hole from Qingqing's mouth, he couldn't help but smile and fell on the edge of the bed.

He really convinced the children's imagination, no matter how such a **** could be imagined, he still looked convinced.

Are you really afraid of becoming a dark history when you grow up?

If it weren't for the fact that his mother might return one day in the future, Fu Sishen really wanted to take a mobile phone and record it on the spot.

This black history can be used to joke Qingqing for a whole year!

"Humph!"

Although he was not intercepted from the black history, Qingqing also saw that Fu Sishen was mocking herself, and immediately spouted a puff of air from her nostrils, turning her head to ignore the person.

In the end, Fu Sishen, who found out that it was wrong, both laughed and promised a variety of toy snacks before coaxing Qingqing.

Qing Qing was not injured this time, so after only two days in the hospital, he was taken home.

Of course, since they are all discharged from the hospital, going to school is bound to resume immediately.

However, for the safety of the children, after a few people discussed, Gu Lan, Qingqing’s legal guardian, came forward. After communicating with the kindergarten, Qingqing was allowed to bring two bodyguards to school.

But the bodyguards can only guard outside the classroom, and cannot influence the children's lessons inside.

The security force of this kind of aristocratic kindergarten itself is also very strong. After all, every child in it is very delicate and can not be easily damaged. Now there are two more professional bodyguards.

It can be said that, at least on the surface, Qing Qing's side has been protected like an iron bucket.

In addition to these, she was also strapped to the most high-end children's phone watch on her wrist.

At critical moments, this watch can alarm with one button, notify parents with one button, and provide real-time positioning to all users who are bound to their mobile phones.

A children's watch has five binding quotas for relatives, and it happens that Fu Heng and the others are each one.

It's just that the number of bindings is also ranked, which is used to assess the distance between this person and the relatives of the owner of the watch.

As a result, these five naive men actually competed for such a small ranking.

As a junior, the Fu brothers were naturally the first to be kicked out.

The remaining three are entirely gods fighting.

Needless to say, Gu Lan, he is his own younger brother, and no one is closer to Qingqing than him by blood.

Fu Heng is Qingqing's legal husband, and his identity is even more tenable.

Although Bai Qiyu has neither blood relationship nor official identity, he is the person who knows Qingqing best among the three, and has participated in Qingqing's entire history of girls' generation.

Moreover, Gu Lan also helped Bai Qiyu speak, which made Fu Heng a little alone.

But he is not so easy to give up.

"Since we can't decide, it's better to let Qingqing choose by herself."

In the end, the three people who were at a loss could only agree to this proposal. They just waited for them to get together in front of Qingqing's eyes, and the questions they asked...

"The three of us, who Qingqing likes the most? And who do we dislike the most?" Gu Lan stared at Qingqing expectantly.

Fu Sijin passing by accidentally: "..."

As for? Use this proposition for a three-year-old child.

Qingqing had just finished drawing homework assigned by the teacher and was lying on the sofa watching cartoons.

When he was happy, he was blocked by three tall men. He immediately tilted his head angrily and straightened his neck to watch the blocked TV.

Little hand drove away impatiently.

"Go away, Qing Qing wants

Look at Tyrannosaurus! "

The three of them turned their heads when they heard the sound, just to see the Tyrannosaurus rex, who had always been powerful and domineering, hunting.

It opened its mouth abruptly, let out a terrifying roar, and frightened its hunting target away... ran away...

These three handsome, successful men with a successful career, steady and wise, can't compare to a paper dragon?

The three people who were hit hard left the scene sadly, leaving Qingqing alone to continue watching TV happily in the living room.

By the way, taking advantage of people not paying attention, I sneaked out the snacks I had hidden from the slit of the sofa and ate them!

The Fu brothers didn't know how these three adults solved it. Anyway, the order of the contacts of Qingqing watches is: Fu Heng, Gu Lan, Bai Qiyu, Fu Sijin, Fu Sishen.

Finally, there is a fixed alarm phone, which cannot be deleted or moved.

Seeing this, Fu Sishen was actually a little pleased that he was not the bottommost existence.

In a blink of an eye, it has been nearly a month since Qingqing went to kindergarten.

The time was fairly calm, and the expected danger did not appear.

But whether it was Fu Heng or Gu Lan, they knew from the bottom of their hearts that the enemy was only temporarily lurking, and the real danger had not been eliminated.

Near the National Day, the kindergarten will hold a performance.

The teacher said in the class that we should select a few children to rehearse.

Qing Qing was happy, and quickly took Han Han and raised his hands enthusiastically.

In fact, all the children in the class raised their small hands when they heard this, and their big shiny eyes looked straight at the teacher, hoping to be selected.

"The people I called by name come here, Gu Qingqing, Liu Han, Zhang Siyu, Mou Liang..."

The performance arranged by the teacher for the small class only requires six people, but there are twenty children in the class.

The children who were not selected were destined to be disappointed, and the children who were selected were happy as if they had won a lottery. Some people were still happy.

Dancing with hands and feet especially refers to Qing Qing.

Qingqing usually looks very well-behaved and quiet. In fact, she has a strong desire to express herself. She likes to hear others compliment her, and she works hard for this.

She is the best student in the class.

And recently, Qingqing watched that the children in other big classes were more or less learning one or two talents, and she was moved to ask her uncle to enroll her in an interest class and learn something.

But this idea has to be discussed later, and now their most important thing is the rehearsal show.

The children in the small class are only three years old, and the oldest is just four years old. It is too difficult for them to perform.

Degree programs are almost impossible.

So the teacher made a cute and simple dance for Simple.

In the end, even if the children cannot learn, the teacher will help lead the dance in the audience, and the little guys just need to twist along.

"Come on, the kids dance with the teacher, three circles to the left, three circles to the right, necks twisted..."

Qingqing followed the teacher with enthusiasm, and Hanhan writhed around beside him, like a stiff machine with a serious lag. The other children also sparsely jumped unsatisfactorily.

The simple teacher has long been mentally prepared, as long as the children performing on stage are cute enough.

Whether it is children who have participated in the performance or not, they can invite their family members to watch it on the day of the performance.

However, if there are children participating in the performance at home, parents can be arranged in a relatively front seat so that they can see their children.

It can also be regarded as a small reward for the hard-working children.

"Qingqing will be on stage tomorrow, right?"

The family was eating dinner, Fu Sishen asked suddenly.

"Een..." Qing Qing still had porridge in her mouth, and she raised her head to speak, but Fu Heng stuffed another spoonful of seafood porridge mixed with shrimps: "Swallow things down and talk."

She chewed hard immediately, her cheeks were like a little squirrel, round and lovely.

I was thinking that I could free my mouth quickly, but as soon as he finished eating one bite, Fu Heng expertly fed another bite.

She couldn't speak until a small bowl of porridge was in Qingqing's stomach.

"Qingqing is going to perform on stage. The teacher said that he can invite his family to come and watch it. Everyone should come!"

She also took out several invitation coupons distributed by the teacher from her small bag and handed them to Fu Heng one by one, and the remaining two to Fu Sijin.

"This one belongs to my younger brother and Uncle Bo. A Jin can't lose it."

"Okay." Fu Si smiled and accepted the entrusted invitation ticket.

I didn't tell Qingqing that even if she didn't give Bai Qiyu, she would be able to accompany him as the rice cake parent that day.

This is the heart of a child, and it cannot be beaten.