Mingshu lay on the table and painted guns all morning, and finally drew a satisfactory one. Grandpa called him for lunch. He used to go downstairs as soon as he heard it, but this time it took a long time to get down. After a few bites, he ran upstairs.
The drawing is done, and I will do it in the afternoon. The weather is hot, and I shake my head and blow it with a fan, blowing away all the colored paper.
"Ah—" Mingshu muttered unhappily, and ran to turn off the shaking head fan. After a while, he was so hot and sweaty that his vest and shorts were soaked, as if he had slipped out of the water.
But he couldn't care about it, he was focused on making guns, which was hot or not.
Xiao Yuan really got out of the water.
The swimming pool is quite far from home, and the three of them took a few bus stops to arrive. In fact, they all have a car at home, and pickup is not a problem, but no one is willing to take the car at home and catch the bus freely for this kind of activity.
The swimming pool is under the sun, there is no shelter, it is divided into two pools for adults and children. Xiao Yuan and Cheng Yue do not like to join in the fun with children. Waiting for them while drinking orange soda.
Xiao Yu'an just came back from the beach. It was a trivial thing to swim in this kind of pool. Cheng Yue was pulled down by him almost 10 meters. He was not convinced and wanted to come again.
Come again, come again, there are four or five times in total, and the gap is actually getting bigger and bigger.
Xia Qi was so happy watching the show, his feet were slamming into the water, "Brother Cheng, you can't do it, you can't swim against my brother Xiao!"
Yesterday Cheng Yue corrected him and didn't let him talk about his brother, so he learned to use it now. Not to mention, Brother Xiao Cheng sounded really domineering, and when he shouted, he seemed to be on the road.
Xiao Yuan went ashore and wanted to drink orange water. As soon as Cheng Yue was teased by Xia Qi, he turned around and was about to practice ten more back and forth, and without looking back he shouted, "Brother Xiao, help me get a bottle of mint water."
The freezer is next to the swimming pool, and Xiao Yuan suddenly thought of Mingshu when he took the mint water. He actually didn't like drinking mint-flavored ice water. It was already iced, and when the mint went off, he didn't feel half of his neck. But in a trance, a boy ran over and took the last two bottles of orange soda, leaving the half-freezer full of mint water.
Orange soda is the most popular in summer. The boss said if you can wait a quarter of an hour, I'll go get it. Xiao Yu'an thought for a while, and it was not iced, it was boring to drink at room temperature in this weather.
"Then mint water."
Cheng Yue is still swimming, and this person just refuses to admit defeat. Xiao Yu'an sat with Xia Qi, Xia Qi had already put on the bracelet, he was white, and the beads looked good on his wrist.
Although he beat Cheng Yue, Xiao Yu'an was swimming with all his strength. This time, he was so thirsty that he took a few mouthfuls. He was stimulated to feel sour, and his throat seemed to be blocked by mint. It was cool. , but strangely uncomfortable.
The last time I gave Mingshu the mint ice cream, Mingshu was afraid that it would melt. He ate the left and right, and he was full of sugar water. His throat was irritated, and he gasped. It was so funny. If he wears his white shirt, it's hilariously cute.
After drinking the mint water, Xiao Yuan went down to compare with Cheng Yue again.
After playing until evening, Xia Qi shouted that he was hungry. All three of them told their families that they would not go home for dinner, so they looked forward to this meal.
Boys at this age are half old and not young, and the idea of independence has just emerged, and it is particularly strong. It is particularly face-saving to support parents and go to restaurants with brothers.
Cheng Yue chose a food stall, three of them one maza each, and crowded in a lobby with the adults drinking beer, and hurried to rush to the closing bus after eating more than 9 o'clock.
Mingshu spent an afternoon in the room where the shaking head fan was not turned on, and he was bored with prickly heat, and he was still thinking about the unfinished gun.
He was a little uncomfortable at dinner. The mung bean porridge that my grandmother boiled has been cold for an afternoon. Usually, he can eat two bowls with green vegetables. Today, he drank half a bowl and put it down.
He was quite tolerable, and he didn't say anything when he was uncomfortable. The prickly heat was very itchy, so he scratched and wanted to quickly get the gun ready. He didn't turn on the shaking fan at night until his grandfather knocked on the door and told him to sleep.
At this moment, his mind was a little confused, and it was hot everywhere. Before going to bed, he fanned his head to the maximum and set it in the direction of the bed, so as to blow back what was not blown during the day.
The wind was strong, but he didn't feel comfortable, instead it became more and more uncomfortable. In the middle of the night, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, pushed open the door of grandpa's bedroom, and whispered, "Grandpa, I feel uncomfortable."
Xiao Yuan got up early in the morning, ran around the compound with Xiao Muting in the morning, and came back to sit in front of the writing desk to make vacation plans. It's already August, and halfway through the summer vacation, he finished the homework assigned by the school long before he went to his grandfather's house, and there was nothing to do in the second half. But he has a plan for doing things, and lists the books he wants to read and the things he wants to learn one by one in a notebook. Xiao Jinlan immediately went to piano lessons, and he also planned to learn an instrument.
When he put down the book, he saw the kit with two bracelets. Xiao Jinlan asked him to give it to Mingshu yesterday. He came back too late, so he could only give it today.
I don't know if the child is still angry or not. If he is angry, the two bracelets should be coaxed.
Mingshu likes to sit in the yard, but Xiao Yuan didn't see anyone in the past, so Mingshu's grandmother was there.
"I'm sick." Mingshu's grandmother said, "I had a fever in the middle of the night, heatstroke, and prickly heat all over my body. I was sent to the hospital."
Heat stroke is very common in summer, but Mingshu is only five years old, and if he is too sick, it will be troublesome if it burns out. Xiao Yuan was a little scared. There was a boy in his class who burned his eardrum because of a fever. It was inconvenient to do anything.
When I asked which hospital it was, Xiao Yuan rushed over immediately. On the way, Mingshu repeatedly appeared in his mind looking at him begging for gifts. He has no reason to prepare gifts for Mingshu, and it doesn't matter if Mingshu is sick, but he feels a little guilty.
Such a well-behaved child, who was wronged and fell ill, felt distressed for anyone else.
When he was first sent to the hospital, Mingshu was actually a little happy. It was uncomfortable, but he felt that his mother would come to see him, and he even asked his grandfather to call his mother.
He didn't know what his mother said, and his grandfather didn't tell him. He waited all morning and his mother didn't come. In the afternoon, he was discouraged.
"Grandpa." He was dripping, his eyes were not very bright, and he had no strength to speak, "Is mother not coming?"
Grandpa told him that his mother was abroad and could not come back.
He wanted to cry again.
It's not that his grandpa and grandma are bad. He fell ill in the middle of the night. Grandpa and grandma took care of him all night. They sent him to the hospital at dawn. At noon, grandma even boiled fish soup for him. But he just wanted his mother to accompany him. His mother didn't accompany him, he was sick.
"Shut... shu..." He wrapped himself in the quilt, holding back from crying, but a small voice still squeezed out.
When Xiao Yuan came to the ward, he happened to hear Mingshu speak. He was the only one in the ward, so small, huddled on the hospital bed, with the potion in his hand, pitiful.