Inside the box are soft cookies made by Cheng Huan. The cookies are dotted with a few cranberries. They are soft and not too sweet. They are a kind of pastry that Xingxing likes very much.
Hearing that he could only eat two, Xing Xing was so disappointed, he pouted and looked at his mother, and after a while he reluctantly said: "Okay."
He opened the box containing the cookies, counted the pastries inside several times, and took out a piece from it to Cheng Huan.
"Mom, you eat."
Cheng Huan was cooking barbecue, surrounded by oily smoke all the time, and didn't have much appetite, but her son's filial piety could not be disappointed. She took the cookie and rubbed Xing Xing's head with the other hand: "Okay, mom will Let Xingxing eat this piece."
Xingxing ran back holding the cookie box, and Jiang Mingyuan went back before him.
He sat down in his original seat and watched the stars come by. The little guy put the things in his arms on the table, opened it carefully, twisted a piece of pastry from it, and after taking a bite, he closed his eyes happily and let out a sigh.
"Delicious!"
As if to avenge Jiang Mingyuan for greedy him, Xing Xing was particularly restless when eating, and chattered while eating, the purpose was extremely obvious.
Of course, Jiang Mingyuan couldn't be greedy. He looked at Xingxing's straightforward and undisguised little movements, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't know.
Xing Xing was so complacent that he ate up the two cookies in a short while.
He ate the last bit of food in his hand, stretched out his hand to grab another piece, and counted the number of things in it while grabbing. After counting the stars, he froze, as if the sky had fallen.
Seeing his sudden face change in a short period of time, Jiang Mingyuan felt a little strange and worried: "What's wrong with you."
"I ate too much." Xing Xing cried, feeling that he had failed his mother's trust. He put the cookie in his hand into the box and counted it again.
Hey, we met again... What's going on
Xing Xing was a little confused for a moment, he scratched his head and decided to recalculate.
With two hands spread out in front of her face, Xing Xing stretched out eight fingers, breaking off one first, which is for her mother to eat, and then breaking off two, which can be eaten by herself.
The five fingers of his left hand were all spread out, Xing Xing counted his fingers, and then counted the cookies in the box with his head down, making sure that there were not too many, and then he smiled.
Although he was not satisfied after only eating two, he listened to his mother again today!
Xingxing patted the box with five cookies left, and closed the lid contentedly. He put the things aside, picked up the pen again, and drew his unfinished painting.
Jiang Mingyuan didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end, and he saw the little guy sighing and happy for a while, and now he went to paint as if the rain had passed.
It's hard to guess a child's mind.
He sighed inwardly, and sat closer again, the star had already finished drawing the outline of his mother, and was coloring it.
The coloring still continued his previous hot-eyed painting style, Jiang Mingyuan couldn't bear to look at it, he pinched the base of his nose, took out a dark brown pen and handed it over.
Xing Xing didn't care about the pen poking over, and still colored her mother's hair with the green one in her hand.
On the drawing paper, there was a grotesque "beauty" with green hair on top of her head. Jiang Mingyuan closed his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Don't you think this color is a bit strange?"
After finishing the last stroke, Xing Xing was appreciating with satisfaction, when he heard Jiang Mingyuan's voice, he turned his head: "I don't think so."
Jiang Mingyuan: "..."
Not only did Xingxing not think there was anything wrong with green hair, but he also thought it was very beautiful. He tilted his body and took out another purple one from the pile of pens beside him to color his clothes.
Jiang Mingyuan was already unable to say anything, he felt that his aesthetics were quite good, why didn't the son he was born inherit
Could it be the genetic variation caused by the medicine taken at that time
Although he knew that this guess was unreliable, Jiang Mingyuan still believed it a little bit. He scolded the group of culprits in his heart, and when he was about to go back, he would find someone to make them live a "happier" life in prison.
Xing Xing couldn't finish that painting today because he was already sleepy.
As soon as nine o'clock came, the little guy couldn't keep his eyes open. He rubbed it several times, then hiccupped again, and his spirit visibly weakened.
The little guy looked so sleepy and struggling to hold on, it looked pitiful, Jiang Mingyuan felt soft in his heart, wishing he could take him back to sleep now, but no, he didn't want to go back to his house.
This kind of stall that is busy at night is still not good, Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand and patted Xing Xing on the back twice.
Hearing that the child's mother is looking for a store recently, he probably has some plans. As the child's father, he can't say nothing at all. He thought, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to his assistant.
Cheng Huan was very busy today, and when she finished her work, it was half past nine. She hurriedly handed over the matter to Xu Li, took off her apron and went to find her son.
Xing Xing had already fallen asleep on the table, with some saliva still hanging from his mouth, Cheng Huan didn't wake him up, and just carried him into the car like that.
A shed was added to the tricycle to block the wind. Cheng Huan put the stars on it, covered it with clothes, and started the car to drive home.
A car started slowly and followed the tricycle far away. Jiang Mingyuan looked at the green car and frowned handsomely.
"Old Zhang." He asked, "Do you know which van is better?"
"Van?" Lao Zhang felt that when his boss needs this kind of car, it should be related to the person he wants to follow. He turned around in his mind and said, "I don't know much about this, but there are A nephew opened a store to sell used cars, if necessary, I will call him and ask."
"Okay, you call..." Jiang Mingyuan swallowed the last words, leaned back on the chair: "Forget it."
They should not be able to use the car for the time being, and they will naturally buy it when they need it. He really doesn't need to worry about it.
If there is too much meddling, maybe it will arouse suspicion.
"Go back." Jiang Mingyuan said to the driver as he watched the car enter the community.
Xing Xing woke up when he got home, and Cheng Huan just took him to take a bath, and he was splashed with water after washing.
She wiped the stars and put them on the bed, thought about calling Xu Li, and said that she would not make it tonight.
Xu Li also understood that she was taking care of the child alone, and the other side of the phone hurriedly said that it was fine, and just teach her the matter.
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Huan took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom, thinking about raising Xu Li's salary this month.
Xingxing slept for a while before, but now he didn't doze off. Cheng Huan came out of the shower and he was still not asleep.
When the little guy saw his mother, he threw the doll aside, rolled twice to make room, and then rolled back into Cheng Huan's arms.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sleepy today?" Cheng Huan turned off the light, slipped into the bed, and covered the children with the quilt.
Xing Xing hugged her arm, and rubbed her head against her: "Mom, you are busy."
"It doesn't matter if I'm busy, you are the most important thing, next time if something happens, tell me as soon as possible, do you know?"
"Understood." Xing Xing replied obediently, and then told Cheng Huan about the beautiful uncle he saw today, emphatically accusing that uncle that his paintings were not good-looking.
Hmph, don't think you can't see it if you don't tell him, he's smart.
Xing Xing murmured in Cheng Huan's arms, saying that the uncle had bad eyesight, and he would drag Cheng Huan to stand on the street for him while talking.
"Mom, do you think green hair looks good?"
Unlike Jiang Mingyuan, Cheng Huan has already accepted his son's wonderful aesthetics. Xingxing is very enthusiastic about painting, and every time he finishes painting, he has to take it out and give her a review. There are too many times, and Cheng Huan can already face him when he praises others. Does not change color.
"It's pretty." Cheng Huan had never seen that painting before, so she could almost imagine what it looked like. She closed her eyes and boasted, and immediately continued, "It's late, go to sleep."
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With his mother's affirmation, Xing Xing became even more imposing. When he saw Jiang Mingyuan the next day, he put his latest masterpiece in front of him, crossed his hips and said, "My mother said that green hair is beautiful."
For some reason, Jiang Mingyuan ran over again: "..."
So this weird aesthetic is inherited from the child's mother
The 11th holiday is for ordinary people. For Jiang Mingyuan, it is a working day all year round. He had a video conference this afternoon and was very tired.
According to his past habits, he should go back to the apartment to exercise for a while, and he should already be lying in the bathtub with massage function, soothing his tense muscles.
That was the life he was used to, but when Jiang Mingyuan got into the car and heard the driver ask him where he was going, he subconsciously said the address.
After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a while, and then convinced himself with the fastest speed.
After all, it is his own child, so he should spend more time to see it.
The second time we met, Xing Xing seemed to be more relaxed than yesterday. He didn’t draw today, but played with a Rubik’s cube. After clearing the level last time, the Rubik’s cube that Xing Xing played changed from four squares to nine squares, which was more difficult , he still hasn't figured it out yet.
Failure for a long time is very damaging to one's self-confidence. As usual, Xingxing feels irritable after playing for a while.
The person next to him was an outsider. He didn't lose his temper because of his scruples. He just put the Rubik's Cube aside and turned his head away.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Mingyuan asked.
Xing Xing ignored him, as if he couldn't hear him, and hummed a song.
The song was a nursery rhyme taught in the kindergarten. It was simple and catchy. After Jiang Mingyuan listened to it, he couldn't help but sing along.
He hummed a few words in his mind before he realized it, stopped quickly, and thought about something related to work to divert his attention, thinking that the escape nursery rhyme brainwashed him before he stopped.
Xing Xing sang for a while, and almost lost his anger, and came back to play with the Rubik's Cube again. After playing for a while, he threw it aside, turning his head away from looking.
His performance made Jiang Mingyuan guess a little bit, and when Xing Xing dropped the Rubik's Cube for the third time, he reached out to catch it.
The little guy pouted and looked at him angrily: "Uncle, this is mine."
It's quite protective...
"I know it's yours, but can you play?" Jiang Mingyuan held the Rubik's Cube in both hands, and said with temptation: "I can play, do you want me to teach you?"
Xing Xing thought about it for a while, then nodded slightly.
It would be easy to agree, and Jiang Mingyuan was relieved, feeling that he was finally useful. He held the Rubik's Cube and explained the principle to Xing Xing while playing.
He didn't get along with children much, and the little guy didn't quite understand what he said, and the stars didn't care about it. He just watched his movements if he didn't understand, and saw that the Rubik's cube-like surface was getting bigger and bigger under his movements. With more, the mouth of the star grows bigger and bigger.
After the last rotation, all six sides of the Rubik's Cube turned into the same color. Xingxing took the Rubik's Cube and exclaimed, "Uncle, you are so amazing."
The corners of Jiang Mingyuan's lips curled slightly, and he didn't know what kind of mentality he had in mind to ask, "Am I better or is your father better?"
"My dad." The little guy replied without hesitation.