It took Tang Jinyu three days to move from the bedroom to the living room.
His short legs were trembling, and he slowly slipped and sat down while leaning on the door frame of the living room, his clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.
His movement was very small, but the woman who was busy in the kitchen still heard it, and hurriedly turned off the gas stove and came to see him, "Baby, is the baby all right?" She wiped her hand on the apron, and hurriedly bent over to put the child When I picked it up, I felt distressed, and I didn't dare to use any more strength in my hands. "What do you want to tell Mom, Mom will help you get it, do you want candy, or food?"
"Want to… go."
He raised his finger and pointed to his feet, and unsurprisingly saw that the woman had red eyes, but she tried to keep a smile on her face and said to him, "Baby is very good today, he walked very well today, let's practice slowly, no hurry."
As she spoke, she put Tang Jinyu on a children's wheelchair - just enough to fit a five-year-old child.
Tang Jinyu looked at her hand that had shrunk a lot, and was a little dazed for a while, but soon a piece of chocolate was placed in her mouth. He looked up at the woman and saw that she was also looking at him nervously. He slowly opened his mouth to eat, and sure enough See the woman showing a relieved smile.
"Is the baby hungry? Mom will make the meal soon, you wait for me a little while longer." The woman's voice was gentle and touched his head.
But she didn't take two steps, and then she turned back and pushed Tang Jinyu's small wheelchair, and put it in the dining room where she could see it. While cooking, she turned her head to look at the child from time to time.
Tang Jinyu has become accustomed to the excessive protection she has given her these days. Anyone who sees a child who has been in a wheelchair for several years standing up suddenly will feel that it is a medical miracle.
Only Tang Jinyu knows that this is not the power of medicine, and it must be regarded as metaphysics.
He was originally an ordinary student preparing for the college entrance examination. When he woke up, he arrived here without knowing what was going on. Not only did the time go back 20 years, but even his body was too small, turning into a five-year-old boy . He has the same name and surname, his health is not very good, and he doesn't know what the specific problem is, but it is always because his legs and feet are a bit uneasy, and walking is a problem, so that his parents in his current family are very careful about him, and they both sneeze a little bit. They can stare at him for a while in fright, wishing to hold it in the palm of his hand to protect him.
He looked up at the busy woman in the kitchen and was also watching carefully.
Tang Jinyu has no experience with his parents. His parents died in a traffic accident when he was very young. He was raised by his grandfather. His current parents were watching him nervously, and he was also very nervous when he saw them.
The woman cooking in the kitchen is called Chen Suling. She is Tang Jinyu's current mother. She looks in her early thirties, has fashionable curly hair, and dresses very fashionably. . She was obviously in a good mood today, humming a song while cooking, with a smile on her lips.
Tongzilou is not very soundproof, and many families live together. After a while, the sound of footsteps going up and downstairs and the sound of children chasing and frolic resounded. Tang Jinyu looked at the wall watch in the living room and tilted her head to look at the door.
If there is anyone who is more nervous than Chen Suling for his protection, there is only one person.
Tang Hongjun went home on time at the end of get off work. The moment he opened the door and saw his son, he was beaming with joy. He put down his briefcase and went to hug him, "Xiaoyu, do you miss Dad?"
Chen Suling stopped people in front of her, and said angrily, "Go wash your hands, just got dirty from outside, don't touch the children."
Tang Hongjun replied with a smile, put down his briefcase to wash his hands, changed his clothes and came out to pick up the child, slowed his voice and spoke to him word by word, looking at his mature appearance, but holding his son's hand and talking When I was at the time, I always had a folded character: "What are you doing today, Xiaoyu? Have you eaten a lot? Would you like my father to play a little ball with you for a while?"
Tang Jinyu shrank his hand back. He fell down just now, and his body was much dirtier than this cheap dad.
Tang Hongjun didn't dislike him at all, after a careful observation, he began to help him clean up, patted his body, took a wet towel to wipe his hands, and praised: "Our Xiaoyu loves to be clean, and Dad will wipe it for you. Well, I'm beautiful again, don't be angry anymore."
Tang Jinyu:
He wasn't angry either, he just shrank his hand and didn't let him touch it.
Chen Suling brought the food, and the family sat down to eat affectionately.
Tang Jinyu's small body now has poor legs and feet, and there is also a problem with the flexibility of her fingers. She uses a small powder blue spoon. The parents on the side are still watching him nervously, for fear that he will choke when he eats. , every time he swallowed a mouthful of rice, he praised loudly.
Tang Jinyu has never heard so many compliments since he was a child. His ears were hot and he was a little embarrassed.
After dinner, the couple did nothing but play games with the children.
Seeing that her son was not very interested in these toys, Chen Suling kept tilting her head to watch TV, so she asked her husband to turn on the TV, and the two of them watched cartoons together.
In fact, Tang Jinyu wanted to read the news or something, but when he saw the word 1999 on the calendar, he stopped again.
It's 1999. It's the age when he was born after 00. It's not very useful to watch it.
Tang Hongjun watched cartoons more than he did, and while staring at the TV screen, he approached his son and said to him: "Look, this is a little monkey, next to him is a little pig, and a pony, a white pony... "
Tang Jinyu: "..."
Tang Jinyu blinked, looked at the "Journey to the West" cartoon on TV, and looked at the young man next to him. He always felt that his father was taking care of him too carefully, and at five years old, he could almost understand it himself. Instead, Tang Hongjun and Chen Suling treated him like a child who had just learned to walk.
Just thinking of this, I heard Chen Suling whispering proudly next to her: "Hong Jun, did you know that today the baby walked from the bedroom to the living room by himself, and walked alone!"
Tang Hongjun was also a little excited when he heard it. He rubbed his hands together and watched his son laugh stupidly. In the end, he couldn't help but hug him and kissed his forehead hard, his eyes were wet.
Tang Jinyu didn't know what to say. He really struggled for a few days and finally walked so many dozen meters.
Chen Suling said again: "I made an appointment with an expert, and I can take Xiaoyu to review it tomorrow."
Tang Hongjun nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I'm going for a re-examination. Dad also made an appointment in the province. The examination will be done here tomorrow. Let's take Xiaoyu to the province to check again on the weekend."
"Hey!"
Tang Hongjun was a little excited when he said that, his glasses were covered with a little mist, he took them off with one hand and wiped them casually with his sleeve. Tang Jinyu stretched out her hand to help him. He had no parents since he was a child, and he didn't know what a child in a normal family should do now.
Tang Hongjun misunderstood, held his little hand and kissed it on his mouth, then said with a smile: "Dad continue to tell you, come on, let's watch cartoons."
Tang Jinyu sat in their arms and felt that she thought too much. He found that no matter what he said or did, even move a finger, the parents, who were obviously also newbies, would burst into tears, as if he had done something amazing.
After dinner is the busiest time in the corridor. This is the family room of a certain engineering institute. The people who pass by are all people from the same unit. Some people come here to borrow some wool, and some come to return a plate and a bowl. What, a lot of people greeted each other, listening very enthusiastically.
Tang Jinyu tilted her head and looked at the curtains in the living room. In her ears, Chen Suling and Tang Hongjun were whispering about going to the hospital tomorrow. They were afraid of disturbing him watching cartoons, so they lowered their voices a lot, and they were all talking about him. .
Tang Jinyu was half lying in the arms of her parents, and it felt fresh to hear, this was the first time.
He himself was quite touched. If nothing else, his parents were really kind to him now. If this was a dream, he wouldn't even want to wake up.
He tried to open his mouth to make some noise, but his throat still couldn't open, his body resisted instinctively, but he still couldn't speak.
After trying for a while, Tang Jinyu gave up and pretended to be watching cartoons seriously.
Anyway, as long as he watches cartoons now, his parents are happy enough.
Early the next morning, Tang Jinyu was softly coaxed by Chen Suling and dressed him in a small clean dress, a small white shirt with velvet overalls, a sweater, and a small hat on his head, looking very energetic . Chen Suling was very satisfied, and took him to take a picture. The child in the mirror was carved with pink and jade, with a pair of obsidian-like eyes, a small nose that was upturned, her mouth pursed nervously, and she honestly stretched out her hand to hug the adult's neck , looks good.
Tang Jinyu looked at the mirror and thought, as if it was similar to when he was a child.
Mother and son packed up and waited at home for Tang Hongjun to send a car to pick them up.
Tang Jinyu was sitting on the sofa playing with an electric panda, the furry one could move on its own, and would make a "click" sound of chewing on bamboo.
Chen Suling got up to get her bag and scarf. After thinking about it, she replaced her son's kettle with a warm one, and went to the kitchen to pour some hot water.
Someone was talking in the corridor, the soundproofing of the package building was not good, and what was said was clearly conveyed, and the sarcastic tone could be heard clearly: "They all said that the two of them would have a new one, but they didn't listen. The child of the two of them obviously has a problem. ...what else, an intellectual problem!"
"I heard others say that the child is not very active, and their wheelchairs have been replaced twice!"
"Imported wheelchairs costing thousands of yuan each. Hey, this money is really expensive. It's a bottomless pit. How can it be filled in one day?"
"You talk about them, not to mention Gong Gong. Chen Suling, a senior intellectual who came back from studying abroad, is also the smartest one of us. She is usually the best.
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Tang Jinyu: "..." Why is it not his legs, but his head
Chen Suling walked over quickly, closed the window tightly, and pulled the curtains back two layers, trying to cover it up so that her son wouldn't hear it.
She was pale and her fingers were shaking.
Tang Jinyu thought she was feeling uncomfortable at first, so she tried to comfort her, but she wanted to pat her hand lightly, but she moved a little in a long time, or Chen Suling saw it and rushed over, which made Tang Jinyu's little hand fall. On the back of her hand, she said nervously, "Baby, tell mom what you want, and mom will get it for you."
The child was taken care of very well, Bai Nen's little hand moved on the back of hers again, opened her mouth and called "Mom", her voice was very small, like an airy voice, with a hoarseness that has been silent for many years.
But just this sound made Chen Suling's tears fall. She raised her hand to wipe the tears and smiled again, carefully folding her son's small hands in the palm of her hands to protect her, "Mom is fine, let's go to the hospital, wait. After taking the medicine, our baby will be fine."
Tang Jinyu looked at her crying, and felt depressed and uncomfortable. No matter where she was in her dreams or where she was these days, Chen Suling took good care of him. He had never had a mother, and now he regarded Chen Suling as his mother.
Tang Hongjun came back after a while, and ran up all the way to catch his breath. Even so, when he saw his son through the security door, the smile on his face was not broken, and he made a face at the child.
Tang Jinyu giggled.
Chen Suling's face blushed, and he spat at him: "How old are you, why are you still making such a fuss, outside, be careful people see you laughing at you!"
Tang Hongjun said: "I've gone to work and school, no one will see it."
Just as he was talking, a boy in his teens came over from the corner of the stairs. The boy's stature had not fully grown, but he was already very tall. He was only half a head shorter than Tang Hongjun. He was wearing a school uniform, a schoolbag on his shoulders, and a mask. Covering a small half of his face, he lowered his head and shouted "Uncle Tang, hello".
Tang Hongjun rubbed the tip of his nose, smiled and nodded at him, "Xiaoye goes to school, pay attention to safety on the road."