Upon hearing this, Mei was stunned: "He is still so young..."
"This is what the master said. If a child falls, you can't help him up. You have to teach him to stand up by himself after he falls." Leng Shuang said, walking forward slowly, his eyes still on the little guy: "You have to stand up by yourself. Only if you stand up by yourself, you will be good."
The little guy sniffed his nose, pouting his little mouth, with a pair of red watery eyes and an aggrieved look. He just looked at Leng Shuang like that, and stretched out his hand to her, saying in a soft and cute voice: "Auntie, hug me."
Elder Mei, who was standing by, couldn't bear to see such a young child...
"Stand up by yourself and auntie will hold you." Leng Shuang said, looking at him encouragingly.
The little guy stretched out his hands and sat on the ground. Seeing that she didn't pick him up, he blinked his eyes and finally got up from the ground. A trace of blood oozed from his little hands due to friction. He then held out his hands: "Auntie, hoho."
Hearing this, Leng Shuang couldn't help but reveal a smile, and hugged him tenderly, touched her head and said "good boy", then took his hand and looked at him: "It's bleeding! But it's okay, auntie will help you apply some medicine."
"Yaoyao." The little guy said happily, raised his hand in front of himself, pouted his pink lips and blew it: "Hoohoo, hoohoo, it doesn't hurt."
When Elder Mei saw this, he was relieved and moved. As expected, it was right to let him stay. It was the best arrangement for him to stay here. Moreover, he was becoming more sensible and caring every day. He really wanted to hold him in his hands and take good care of him.
Leng Shuang washed his hands with water, then took out the ointment and applied it: "Okay, don't touch it, it won't hurt in a while."
"Yeah, it doesn't hurt." The little guy nodded obediently with an innocent smile.
He turned around and continued walking forward, walking more and more steadily, all the way to the courtyard. When he saw Xuanyuan Moze practicing sword, his eyes lit up and he pounced on him.
"Daddy." He shouted happily and rushed forward.
Xuanyuan Moze put the sword behind him and caught the little guy who rushed towards him: "Slow down."
"Daddy, huhu." He raised his little hands forward and looked at him with blinking eyes.
When Xuanyuan Moze saw him, he picked him up and sat him down beside him: "Did you fall?"
"I fell. It hurts." She looked at him with clear watery eyes and her voice was soft and very pleasant.
"It's okay, boys won't feel any pain." Xuanyuan Moze said, touching his head.
When Elder Mei, who had followed all the way, heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Boys don't feel pain? What's the logic
The little guy seemed to be unable to understand that boys don’t feel pain, so he raised his hands and came in front of him, saying in a baby voice: “It hurts, it hurts, daddy, please help me.”
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Moze's expression froze. He seemed a little clumsy and didn't know what to do. He took the little guy's hand and looked at him, studied him for a while, and finally took out a bottle of medicine and applied a thick layer of medicine on the small abrasion.
"Well, it's done." He said, and finally found some cloth to bandage him up and tied a beautiful bow around it.