(1)
Xu Yao immediately took Yang Yitong into his arms and complained, "What are you doing? It scares the child."
Yang Ren gasped for breath, trying to keep himself calm. Ever since Yang Yitong's eyes detected a problem, Yang Ren had almost never been angry with him again, but he didn't know what was going on today. He wanted to control himself, but he couldn't.
"Don't be afraid of Dad, he won't hit you, it's me." Xu Yao touched Yang Yitong's head and comforted him softly. Yang Yitong was still shaking and sobbed: "I'm afraid... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
"Silly boy, what are you afraid of?" Xu Yao felt that Yang Yitong must have been afraid of being beaten by his father since he was a child, and he couldn't help feeling distressed. Seeing such a big reaction from him, he said, "Did you not dare to talk to me when something happened at school? Dad said?"
Unexpectedly, Yang Yitong nodded vigorously.
Xu Yao didn't speak anymore, took his hand and led him to another bedroom, then closed the door and asked softly, "What's the matter? You can tell Uncle Xu."
Yang Yitong was particularly aggrieved. As his father was away, he burst into tears even more brazenly. Even Xu Yao, who was standing at the door, heard it.
(2)
"I'm afraid Dad doesn't want me anymore." Yang Yitong threw himself into Xu Yao's arms, Xu Yao couldn't hear what he said, so he had to pick him up and looked at his aggrieved smile, smiling: "How could it be? Why do you think Dad doesn't want it? you?"
"I can't see what the teacher wrote on the blackboard. My eyes are broken, and my father will dislike me." Yang Yitong's voice became quieter, for fear that Yang Ren would hear it. the meaning of. He never asked about the hospital's test results, and he didn't know what Yang Yitong meant when he said that he couldn't see. Xu Yao was even more curious about the last sentence and asked, "Who said that if you have bad eyes, you will be disliked?"
Yang Yitong sobbed and said, "Dad."
"Hey." Xu Yao sighed, a little hard to believe, but had to believe it.
Although Yang Yitong repeatedly begged Xu Yao not to tell his father that he couldn't see the blackboard, it would not be a problem if he didn't solve it. In the end, after weighing it again and again, in order to respect Yang Yitong's small self-esteem, he told the matter. My father, let him go to the school to see, and find the teacher to understand the situation.
The old man was also in a hurry. He went to the school the next day to find a teacher. It turned out that it was because of the green blackboard used in the school. No matter what color of chalk the teacher used to write, it was difficult for Yang Yitong to distinguish them.
(3)
After consulting doctors and teachers, Xu Yao finally paid, and the old man came forward and found the school to change a black blackboard for the class. This matter was done very carefully. Except for the leaders of the school and the head teacher, no one knew what was going on, including Yang Ren and Yang Yitong.
When he suddenly found that he could see the teacher writing, he ran to find Xu Yao that day and expressed his happiness to him.
"Study hard in the future, don't let Dad worry." Xu Yao asked with a smile.
"Yeah." Yang Yitong nodded firmly.
Sure enough, Yang Yitong never scored 95 points since then, but it's a pity that Xiao Ai has not been able to. Both Yang Ren and Xu Yao were silently worrying about and solving problems for each other's children. In order to improve Xiao Ai's grades, Yang Ren even shortened the rehearsal time and took time out to teach Xiao Ai her homework.
Yang Ren, who was originally short-tempered, seems to be about to be smoothed out by Xiao Ai in this long life of supplementary lessons. After one lecture, she will explain it a second time. Sometimes Xiao Ai seems to understand, but once she is asked to do it herself, it is still wrong.
Every time Yang Ren gritted his teeth and continued to insist, he thought, this is Xu Yao's child, it can't be so stupid, it must be the wrong way.
(4)
As the end of the term approached, the old man's temper became more and more irritable. Throughout the semester, as long as Yang Ren didn't have time to come over to tutor, the old man would help him with his homework. But at the moment, he was really impatient, and often pinched Xiao Ai's arm when she couldn't write a question. , Although wearing thick clothes, there are still traces of black green on the arm with intact skin.
Originally, no one noticed Xiao Ai's injury. Until the day of the final results, the old man couldn't hold back. He finally picked up Xiao Ai's arm in front of Xu and Yang and began to twist it. Yang Ren was shocked when he saw this and hurried over. Protect little love.
Xiao Ai cried a lot, then clutched her arm and called her mother. Yang Ren said urgently, "Godfather, don't hit the child. That arm is already like that. If you leave a scar on her, what will you do in the future?"
The old man was trembling with anger, gasping for breath and unable to speak, only then did Xu Yao come over, stretch out his hand to call Xiao Ai over, Xiao Ai stood motionless, looked at the hand that his father held out, and cried and said, "I don't want my father. , I want mother."
The word "mother" is undoubtedly a slap in the face. The old man became angry all of a sudden. He strode over and raised his arms to greet Xiao Ai's face. He whispered in his ear, "Godfather, don't do this, or Xiao Ai will miss her mother even more."
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I'm getting old, and it seems that I can't write about love anymore. I'll make do with the shortness of my parents.