(1)
After getting along for this period of time, Xiao Ai's attitude towards Yang Ren has become very close, and since then Yang Ren has been out of control.
He started to go to Xiao Ai's house more frequently, and also used his son's desire to find Xiao Ai to play as a shield.
But Yang Yitong really likes to play with this silent child. Grandpa Xiaoai knows that Xiaoai has no friends because she doesn't speak. Seeing a classmate who likes to play with her is naturally welcome.
Every time the two children play together, the old man will buy all kinds of fruits and cut them into small pieces and put them on the plate for them to eat. The old man also buys a lot of candy. Then he asked, "Grandpa Xu, can I leave the candy to my dad?"
The old man smiled and said, "You can eat it. There is so much candy here. I'll save one for your father too."
Yang Yitong opened the candy wrapper with a smile.
The two of them played well most of the time, sometimes in the bedroom, sometimes in the living room, but the two were children after all, and there would still be conflicts while playing.
One day, Xu Yao and Yang Ren were talking in the living room, and Xiao Ai ran out crying and pulled up her sleeves to show Yang Ren. Xiao Ai cried very sadly. That was the first time Yang Ren heard Xiao Ai's throat come out. Voice.
When he saw that his arm didn't matter, Yang Ren was shocked.
The flesh on Xiao Ai's original white and tender arm was all open, and the twisted flesh was particularly hideous and terrifying. Yang Ren was still in shock, and Xiao Ai pointed to a red mark on the flesh that had sprouted.
(2)
Yang Ren realized that the red mark was the injury suffered by the children when they were playing with each other, and the old mark with the skin and flesh was extremely dazzling.
Yang Yitong also ran from behind and said angrily, "Xiao Ai beat me too!"
Yang Ren has never dealt with this kind of thing. Seeing that Yang Yitong's whole body is in good condition, only the big red Daozi on Xiaoai's arm is not angry, he stretches out his hand and slaps his son, angrily: "Anyway, she is a girl. , you should let her go!"
Yang Yitong burst into tears, not knowing what to say, full of grievances.
Xu Yao didn't quite know what they said, but knowing that Yang Yitong was beaten, the cry also entered his ears, and he hugged Yang Yitong in distress.
"What's the matter with you, why are you hitting the child?" Xu Yao was very dissatisfied, coaxed Yang Yitong, and patted the child's back with his hand, Yang Yitong lay in Xu Yao's arms, crying even more.
Just now, his eyes were full of anger, but he was speechless now. Because of Xu Yao's presence, Yang Ren could only explain with a guilty conscience: "I'm afraid that Tongtong will bully Xiaoai."
(3)
Yang Yitong cried out of breath, and said aggrievedly: "Xiao Ai hit me first."
Yang Ren stood aside and exhaled, but he didn't dare to hit his son again.
Xu Yao hugged Yang Yitong even tighter: "Tongtong, what did you say? Speak louder, Uncle Xu didn't hear it clearly."
Originally, Yang Yitong wanted to say more, but when he saw his father staring at him fiercely, he didn't dare to say anything. Xu Yao didn't know that Yang Ren was giving him hints, and hurriedly shook Yang Yitong: "Can you tell Uncle Xu again?"
Yang Yitong finally mustered up his courage, glanced at his father secretly, and hurriedly got close to Xu Yao's ear and said, "Xiao Ai hit me first."
"Look, I said you can't just wrong a child!" Xu Yao complained to Yang Ren, reached out and touched the top of Yang Yitong's head, and said distressedly, "Where did your father beat you? Does it hurt?"
Yang Yitong didn't speak, but kept sobbing, Xu Yao coaxed him again: "Will Uncle Xu give you a small gift? Look, Xiao Ai can't speak yet. Uncle apologize to you for her, okay?"
After speaking, Xu Yao pulled Yang Yitong into the bedroom.
Yang Ren was a little depressed. Seeing that Yang Yitong was so close to him, he simply pulled Xiao Ai into his arms.
(4)
After a while, Xu Yao led Yang Yitong over happily, and Yang Ren saw that Yang Yitong was holding a wooden plane in his hand.
"You did this?" Yang Ren took the plane over in surprise, feeling incredible. The plane is not too big, the whole body is smooth and there is no trace of glued at all, and it is very realistic, and even has a propeller that can be rotated.
Xu Yao said nonchalantly, "Do whatever you want when you have nothing to do."
Yang Ren admired Xu Yao so much that he returned the plane to his son and asked Xu Yao, "Where are the old architectural models?"
Xu Yao was stunned for a moment. Yang Ren thought he didn't understand, and just as he was about to repeat it, he heard him say coldly, "Sold it."
"Sold?" Yang Ren stood up excitedly, startling Yang Yitong.
"So much effort was sold? Why didn't you keep it! Are you so short of money?" Yang Ren regretted.
Xu Yao didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "It's useless, occupying the land."
For Yang Ren, those are not only exquisite works of art, but also contain memories of his youth at that time. Thinking that all the models in Xu Yao's house had traces of his fingers glued to them, he felt that the good times were real. But now, those memories do not know which winds are scattered in.
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I got up secretly in the dark and went to the living room to write. There is no heating. Is it easy