The Sun’s TV set caused a sensation in Nanjiang Village as much as that of the county party committee secretary Lilin’s village. For a while, everyone was talking about televisions in the fields and alleys after dinner, so that no matter where Achun went, she was surrounded by envious eyes and jokes, so embarrassed that she didn't dare to go out.
Qian Xiaohai's information system is also super developed. In the past few days, neither went out to play nor went to the grocery store for food, but stayed at Sun's house. For this reason, Qian Mai has already summed up his experience. If he can't be found in the surroundings, he will go to Sun's house to catch him.
At noon that day, Qian Wheat delivered meals to the parents who grow wheat in the field. After returning home to feed Brother Pig, Qian Xiaohai did not come back for dinner. He sighed and ran to the Sun's house to arrest someone.
Hey, looking from a distance, the Sun family has run a kindergarten. The 14-inch West Lake brand black-and-white TV set up an antenna on the table of the Eight Immortals in the hall, squeaking and squeaking the show. Because the signal is too weak, the picture jumps and shakes from time to time, and from time to time it is still white, only the sound comes out continuously. Qian Xiaohai, Qian Xiaoyi, Su Jianfen and many other small carrot heads were sitting on the ground, staring at the TV intently, and arguing about TV programs from time to time.
"Oh my God, that person is flying. That's amazing."
"It's exactly the same as what you see on the stage, and these people are more beautiful."
"How did they get into the glass?"
"It was Sun Wukong who changed them into it."...
ORZ, Qianmai was dumbfounded. Qian Xiaohai, are you lonely? Master, what you are watching is not TV, but Snow Point.
Qian Xiaohai protested against Qian Mai's urging, and took turns with a small fist and gave Qian Mai a few strokes, but refused to leave the TV for half a step. Qianmai was helpless, so she had to chat with Sun Hongmei, the "kindergarten principal", and watched the Snow Dot cartoon with him before dragging it back for business.
Qian Mai also realized what was wrong with Qian Xiaohai this time. In the beginning, this guy just often ran into the room of Diving Wheat, touched the bed, pulled the sheets, hugged the pillows, and made the bed like a pig's nest. Originally, Xiao wanted to get rid of the desk bag but was stopped by Qianmai's sharp gaze. A few days later, this guy changed his tricks again. When you see latent wheat, you touch it, sometimes with your hands, sometimes with your back, and sometimes with your legs. Usually it's nothing, but he still itchy hands while practicing calligraphy in Qianmai. When he touched him, his attention was distracted, making Qian Mai very unhappy. Asked him if there was anything wrong, the little guy shook his head every time without saying a word. I just wanted to teach him a few words, and then slipped away with a sensible wink. I really can't help him. It's half big and not too young. Grandma and mother feel distressed when they cry. Maybe it's me who is the one who suffers. Unexpectedly, this guy is getting more and more intensified, and now he has a bitter and deep hatred, and when he sees Qianmai, he will make a small fist if he makes a difference.
It's really tolerable and unbearable, this is the fifth time today. Qian Xiaohai is now thumping Qian Wheat with full strength. "Boom", it really hurts. The dead guy, in the last life, he used to be a grandson to beat the wheat. Now that the original shape is revealed, the old trick is repeated
Qianmai put down the brush lightly, picked up the small stone used as a paperweight, slapped the table sharply, and sternly asked: "You are so brave. You want a mutiny? You want a rebellion? I've only been back for more than two months, so you just do it. Up."
The little P boy seemed to be frightened. He stood still on the spot for a while, his face was blue and white, his eyes were gradually soaked in water, his mouth was squashed for a long time, and he suddenly screamed "Wow". Earth-shaking, earth-shaking. The lung capacity is really big.
Qian Mai didn't persuade him, staring at him and continued to confront him. The grandmother of Qianjia from the outside rushed in when she heard the cry, and she took Qian Xiaohai in her arms, and repeatedly asked: "What's the matter, what's the matter? Baby." Turning her head and speaking, Qian Mai: "Why don't you let me down? Brother?"
Qianmai is also very innocent: "How do I know what he is going crazy? He always runs over and beats me, making me unable to write."
Qianjia's grandma was out holding Qian Xiaohai. The little guy's faucet sprayed frantically for a while, thinking that there was not much stock, and it changed to quizzical answers. Qianmai listened to Qianjia's grandmother asking: "Why are you going to beat my sister? My sister didn't beat you... My sister is reading now and wants to write, so you can't bother."
There was a faint voice of the little P boy whimpering: "My sister ignores me... She writes every day and doesn't talk to me... Hey... He doesn't play with me..."
Cut, little P kid is so depressed for this. Latent wheat fainted. It turns out that I did it all to get my own attention. The intestines in this small belly are really curved, and he has endured it for so long. I've only heard of "the poor man’s child heads up early", but I didn’t realize that the poor man’s child is very precocious.
Latent Wheat pulled the corner of his mouth and walked out. Qianjia's grandmother is holding Qian Xiaohai sitting on the sofa, patting his back one after another. Seeing her granddaughter came out, she beckoned her to come over: "The two elder brothers and sisters should talk carefully, don't be awkward." I got up and went back to the outhouse grocery store. Someone was already calling for shopping.
Qian Mai sat down on another sofa chair, Qian Xiaohai pouted her mouth and ignored her, with crystal teardrops hanging on her face. I had to touch my nose and laugh to make my ancestor happy: "Are you angry? Regenerating qi is about to grow wrinkles. I will tell you a story in Mandarin, okay?"
Qian Xiaohai was very reserved. It took a long time to squeeze out a word: "Yeah."
As if receiving the imperial decree, Qian Mai said to himself, happily, "I have a good news and a bad news to tell you. What should I listen to?" The little P boy has no expression on his face, so let's continue on our own. "I need both... Then listen well, the good news is-your stamina has won my respect: the bad news is-I will work harder to fix you!" In addition, a grimace filled with grievances and weird faces.
Finally, the little guy broke his tears into a smile, and choked with a leader's summary: "It's really interesting."
Quack, the grandmother of the Qianjia Family from the outside turned back at some point, and she said without a smile: "Mai, let me tell you, I will ask your mother to beat you to death."
Hey, the threat of Chi Guoguo. Qian Mai didn't say anything, she stood up and pulled Qian Xiaohai: "Go, let's find Xiaofen Xiaoyi to play." Little Phai readily agreed. It seems that a certain amount of interpersonal communication is nonsense after all.