Seeing that Xing Xing was interested, Cheng Huan taught him to write again, starting with writing horizontally and vertically.
She wrote it first, and then held Xingxing's hand and wrote it several times.
After watching it a few times, the little guy felt that he could do it, and eagerly said that he wanted to do it by himself.
"Okay, then try writing it yourself." Cheng Huan let go of his hand.
Xing Xing sat on a chair, holding a pen in his hand, and his movements fully met Cheng Huan's requirements. The tip of the pen landed on the paper, and he dragged it back with the pen—and drew a long scratch across the paper.
Xing Xing was a little confused.
"Mom?" He raised his head, pointing at the thing he made with a little listlessness: "Ugly!"
"It's like this when I just started writing. My mother didn't know how to grasp a pen when she was a child. The stars are already great." Cheng Huan patted his head, and did not hesitate to blackmail himself in order to comfort his son.
"Is mom too?" The little guy was amazed, seeing Cheng Huan nodding, the discomfort in his heart completely disappeared. He laughed twice, lowered his head, and tried to write that "horizontal" again.
Children's bones are soft, their body muscles are not well controlled, and their writing is not regular.
Xing Xing has practiced many times, but the "horizontal" he wrote is still like a tadpole, and because he couldn't hold the pen, he got a lot of ink on his face.
Cheng Huan didn't let him practice for long, and took away the pen and paper when he usually went to bed.
She took Xingxing to the sink, wiped her face and hands clean, then hugged him to the bed and lay down, and covered him with a blanket: "It's late, Xingxing should go to bed."
"Okay." The little guy pulled the blanket up to his chin, looked at his mother and said, "You can only grow taller when you sleep."
"Yes, you can only grow taller if you get enough sleep." Cheng Huan lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "Good night, baby."
Xing Xing kissed back: "Good night, mom too."
…
The next day Cheng Huan took his son to a nearby supermarket to buy things.
The newly rented house is well-equipped, except for kitchen utensils such as pots and pans.
The original owner basically does not cook, and the current home only has a rice cooker and a wok. The bottom of the wok is uneven and the heat is not very good. Every time Cheng Huan cooks, she feels very uncomfortable, because she feels that she will have to move sooner or later, so she has to endure it for the time being. The kitchen of the house to be changed is quite big, and she can finally buy all the things she wants to buy.
Cheng Huan stood at the place where the kitchen utensils were sold, and couldn't walk. He bought all the kitchen utensils he could think of, adding up all kinds of kitchen utensils, and almost couldn't fit in a shopping cart.
Equipped with his own tools, Cheng Huan took Xingxing to the children's products area and bought him some toys, literacy books and some story books.
When Xing Xing received a toy for the first time, he would not let go of that Superman, even when paying the bill, he would touch his Superman every two steps.
The supermarket has a delivery service. Cheng Huan wrote down the address and took a taxi directly to the new house with Xingxing.
The new house is beautifully decorated, bright and warm, much better than the narrow and dark house first.
The little guy fell in love with her at the first sight when he arrived at the new residence. He ran wildly in the room, and after seeing the room, he ran to Cheng Huan, grabbed her clothes and asked, "Mom, is this our home?"
"Yes, this is our home. After my mother makes money, let's change to a bigger house."
"Change to a bigger house!" Xingxing said loudly.
He stretched his arms to the maximum and opened his mouth wide: "It needs to be this big."
Xing Xing has worked very hard, but he is short, and the longest arm is only one meter long, so there is only a small space for a doghouse.
The corners of Cheng Huan's mouth twitched, and he rubbed the little guy's hair: "Okay, the stars have to work hard, and make money to buy such a big house in the future."
"good!"
Because it is going to be a wedding room, there is no bed in this house, and the landlord said that the bed will be brought in at night.
There was no place to live, and Cheng Huan didn't plan to stay for a long time. She took the little guy to introduce each room, and when she met the delivery staff of the supermarket, she was ready to go home.
Xing Xing has fallen in love with this house thoroughly, and was a little bit reluctant when he left.
He grabbed Cheng Huan's hand, and when the door was closed, he poked his head inside, and then raised his head to confirm: "Mom, shall we come to live tomorrow?"
"That's right, come and live tomorrow."
Thinking about living in a beautiful house tomorrow, Xing Xing was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night, lying on the bed with his eyes closed and talking non-stop, the more he talked, the more excited he was, he wanted to jump out of bed.
Cheng Huan got a headache from his quarrel, and felt that the soft and sticky little angel had a tendency to evolve into a little devil. She took out the storybook she bought today, and interrupted the imagination of the stars.
"Okay, it's getting dark and it's time to go to bed, don't talk about the stars, mom will tell you a story."
With that said, the little guy finally quieted down.
The protagonist of this storybook is an egg, and it tells the story of it fighting against evil forces and finally becoming a human. It is written with passion.
Cheng Huan's reading speed is not fast. Her voice is very pleasant, elegant and gentle, which can attract people's attention.
The stories on the paper turned into words and spit out from the mouth, Xing Xing was attracted by the stories she told, and gradually forgot about the moving.
Duoduo in the story is amazing, can he really grow from an egg to an adult? If it is possible to become an adult, do the stars also come out of the egg
Xing Xing wanted to ask many questions, but his mother told him not to speak. He is a good boy and must be obedient.
The little guy has many questions hidden in his heart, but his sleepiness gradually rises as the story unfolds. With his eyes closed, he moved closer to Cheng Huan, and soon fell asleep.
…
Star wets the bed.
When Cheng Huan woke up in the morning, he felt something was wrong, and felt that his clothes were wet.
At first, she thought it was her aunt's visit, but when she got up, she realized it was not, and then saw the dark water stains on the blanket wrapped around the little guy's body.
In fact, it's understandable. For children, it's normal for children to go to bed late and not get up at night.
Thinking of this, Cheng Huan smiled and pinched the little guy's face. She changed her clothes, took a shower, and came back to wake her son up.
Xing Xing felt ashamed.
He was called up by Cheng Huan, carried him to the bathroom and washed it again, and after getting dressed, he stood aside and watched his mother wash the blanket and iron the mat.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word, he lowered his head, thinking he wanted to find a place to bury it.
He is four years old, and he still wets the bed! Mom must hate him.
Xing Xing felt a little like crying, tears rolled in his eyes, but they didn't flow out.
No, don't cry! Mothers don't like crying babies. He looked up at the busy woman beside him, secretly drew the tears out of his eyes with his fingers, and then wiped his hands behind his back as if nothing happened.
Cheng Huan lifted the mat to the balcony to dry, and took the blanket out to dry. After doing this, she rubbed her waist, and when she turned around, she saw the little tail behind her.
The little guy was silent all morning, probably because his self-esteem was frustrated.
Cheng Huan didn't ignore the child's self-esteem. She walked up to the star and knelt down. She didn't mention the bed-wetting issue, and her attitude was the same as usual: "Is baby hungry? Mom only cooked porridge in the morning, let's go eat now. "
"Mom..." Seeing his mother talking to him, Xingxing couldn't help it, and those who were afraid and panic rushed forward. He hugged Cheng Huan's neck, buried his head on her shoulder, sobbing and weeping.
Cheng Huan was taken aback by his reaction, it was the first time she had seen a child cry in such a long time, she put her hand on Xing Xing's back, and patted him gently: "What's the matter, baby, don't you want to drink porridge? "
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Xingxing cried and shook her head, hugged her even tighter, and hiccupped while crying, "Hiccup, mom, don't hiccup, don't want me."