Entertaining Children

  Chapter 4 Happy Grandpa

  The next day, Xiao Yao was arranged by the hospital to complete a series of physical examinations, and was taken to the ward of his father Xiao Siqi by his grandfather Xiao Chengru.

  Looking at the man with his left hand and right leg in a plaster cast, his head wrapped in a bandage, and his face haggardly leaning on the hospital bed, Xiao Yao felt sad. But he settled up, smiled and walked over, and said to the haggard man: "How come you have become like this, as if you are a teenager. Look at this, I will call you dad later Come on."

Then he gently stroked the plaster covering Xiao Siqi's left hand, and sighed: "Dad, you really don't need to blame yourself too much. I know it's not your fault, you don't need to be too guilty. Mom is here. Looking at you from the sky, do you think she wants to look at you so dying from above? You are a man she admires and admires so much."

   Xiao Yao's words not only made Xiao Chengru's eyes widened again following him. Xiao Siqi, who was consciously faceless facing his son, raised his head in surprise.

  This performance was also a decision made by Xiao Yao after careful consideration last night. First of all, he is not a person who is good at comforting others. He does not know how to use words to make Xiao Siqi out of guilt and sadness. That being the case, it's better to give him a bit of jerky, so that his attention will shift from guilt and sadness to his own uniqueness. Anyway, I also need to show some maturity far beyond that of children of the same age to fight for more voice and autonomy in my future life.

  Xiao Siqi was indeed surprised. In his impression, his son should still be a child who called his parents a clear but unsatisfactory one, how suddenly he seemed to have grown up a lot and understood a lot. Xiao Siqi looked at his father with doubts. Xiao Chengru's expression at this time had already recovered. I spread my hands and said to Xiao Siqi: "After Bayi woke up yesterday, I feel the same about him as you do now. For this reason, I specially consulted his attending physician and the brain specialists in the hospital yesterday. Said that Bayi’s performance should be related to the impact on the head this time. As for why this change occurred, they could not explain. The doctor said that the human brain is a very strange thing, and humans’ understanding of him is still far away. Not enough. But, it’s always a good thing. Maybe this is what the ancients called the divine enlightenment or enlightenment. It seems that we all have to learn to adapt to this August 1st in the future."

  Hearing his father say this, Xiao Siqi thought so too. The child has become smarter. This is the only good thing in this disaster. Probably, this is the so-called interdependence of good and evil.

   "August 1st, don't you really blame Dad?" Xiao Siqi figured this out, and naturally returned to his tangled thoughts.

   Xiao Yao is a bit speechless, but this also shows that his father really loves his wife and children, otherwise he would not be so entangled.

   "It's not your fault that I said." Xiao Yao rolled his eyes, and then continued to look for topics to divert Xiao Siqi's attention. He looked around in the ward, and then asked Xiao Chengru, "Grandpa, do you have a pen on your body?"

  "What do you want a pen for?" Xiao Chengru asked curiously.

   "I remember hearing my mom say that signing my name on the plaster is to express my wish for the patient's speedy recovery. I want to sign my father’s plaster." Xiao Yao replied.

  "Will you write your own name?" Xiao Chengru asked. This kid won't be so evil, right?

"I can't write about the name Xiao Yao, but the nickname Bayi Mom taught me." Probably because he felt Xiao Chengru's surprise, Xiao Yao also felt that he had acted too much, so he changed his tongue temporarily. The daimyo was replaced by a simpler nickname.

  It may be that the pen on his body may not be able to write smoothly on the plaster, and Xiao Yao is not very easy to control. Xiao Chengru went to the nurse's station to borrow a marker pen. This pen is about the same size as a watercolor pen used for children's drawing, so Xiao Yao should use it much more smoothly.

   Xiao Yao took a marker pen and imitated the child's handwriting on the plaster, and wrote the three characters "Xiao Bayi" crookedly as much as possible, and handed the pen to Xiao Chengru, "Grandpa, you also sign one."

  Xiao Chengru took the pen funny, and Yiyan also signed his name on the plaster of Xiao Siqi's left hand. Xiao Chengru has certain accomplishments in calligraphy. The three characters "Xiao Chengru" are written with silver hooks and iron marks, and they are placed together with the crooked "Xiao Bayi" above. The contrast is obvious, and it turns out to be quite interesting.

Looking at the three characters "Xiao Chengru", Xiao Yao thought to himself that this grandpa's calligraphy was not covered, so he said to Xiao Chengru: "Grandpa, your writing is so beautiful, it is the same as the one printed on the book. You teach me to write. OK?"

   "Okay, as long as you want, grandpa can also teach you to write calligraphy with brush, and the calligraphy with brush is more beautiful." Xiao Chengru said with a smile. Although his calligraphy has been professionally recognized, he is still very happy to hear the praise from his three-year-old grandson.

   Xiao Siqi saw the old and the young talking happily, and his mood seemed to be much better. He looked at Xiao Yao and said, "August 1st, then you have to learn from your grandfather. Learn all of your grandfather's skills. Don't be like your father and me in the future."

   Xiao Yao looked at Xiao Siqi strangely and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Siqi smiled and said: "When I was young, my dad also learned calligraphy from your grandfather, and I also learned painting. Unfortunately, your dad I play hard and I can’t calm down. I learned how to do it after a half-bucket of water. Can't go anymore. It made your grandfather depressed for a long time."

  "What is the level of half a bucket of water?" Xiao Yao asked deliberately.

   "Uh, it's a little better than ordinary people, just barely able to see it." Xiao Siqi stretched out his right hand and touched Xiao Yao's head.

Although    is his cheap dad, Xiao Yao is still a little unaccustomed to being touched. He tilted his head calmly and moved his head away, took the marker in Xiao Chengru's hand and walked towards the end of the bed. He replied: "Don't worry, I must fill the bucket. You won't see such ugly words written by me in the future. Now, I have to sign the plaster on your feet and let you see more. several times."

  Xiao Chengru and Xiao Siqi were taken aback by Xiao Yao's statement of filling the bucket, and only after a moment did they realize that Xiao Yao was responding to Xiao Siqi's statement of half a bucket of water, and immediately laughed.

   "Dad, there is something I want to discuss with you." Xiao Siqi glanced at Xiao Yao, who seriously signed a plaster on his feet, and turned to his father.

   "What's the matter? You said." Xiao Chengru responded.

"As the saying goes, I’ve hurt my muscles and bones for a hundred days. Even if I’m discharged from the hospital, I’ll have to take care of it for two to three months. During this time, it’s definitely not convenient for me to take good care of Bayi. So I want to get eight As soon as I stayed with you for a few months, you helped me take care of him for a while. Originally, I was worried that you will be too old and the child is so small. I am afraid that he will be too troublesome for you. I was planning to spend money to hire a nanny to take care of him. Yes. But now that Bayi is so sensible, like a little adult, it doesn't seem to be difficult to take care of him, and now he says he wants to learn calligraphy with you, so I think it is better for him to follow you. "Xiao Siqi said seriously.

"What's the problem? I want my grandson to get close to me more." Xiao Chengru said as a matter of course, "You try to heal your wounds with peace of mind. When do you miss your son, call me and I will take him to see you. When will the hurt be better? It won't be too late to come and pick him up again."

  Xiao Siqi nodded, and said to Xiao Yao: "August 1st, will you live with your grandpa for a few months, okay? Dad will pick you up when he recovers from his injury."

   "Okay." Xiao Yao nodded immediately. Faced with this man who was about the same age as his actual psychological age, "Dad, Dad" yelled. For the current Xiao Yao, there is still some awkwardness in his heart, it is better to stay with this grandfather at ease.

  Xiao Yao then observed in the hospital for two more days. After all the examination results came out and showed that his body was completely free, Xiao Chengru went through the discharge procedures for him. After finally instructing Xiao Siqi to heal his wounds, the grandfather and grandson returned to Xiao Chengru's residence.

  Capital Yanjing, LC District, in the alley, a small courtyard house for a long time stunned Xiao Yao. Just like in the previous life, to have such a place to live, either has a considerable background, or has a considerable wealth, or both. And Xiao Chengru is obviously mainly the former.

   "Grandpa, your place is amazing. You own such a whole yard?" Xiao Yao asked in surprise.

   "This is uploaded by our old Xiao family ancestor, but I can't say that I am alone." Xiao Chengru said with a smile.

   "Huh? There are others in this yard?" Xiao Yao said disappointedly.

   "Yes, and your father and your share, you are also from the old Xiao family." Xiao Chengru looked at Xiao Yao disappointed and laughed. "But your dad thinks that my land is too old to live here. Otherwise, it won't be a problem for our three grandparents to live here."

"Dad's temperament, it's really unaccustomed to live here. Just at the entrance of the alley, the car can't get in, he is not too troublesome. And his pile of musical instruments, his bad habits of playing the piano and writing songs in the middle of the night, the neighbors have trouble Seeing the heavens come to shoot your door." Xiao Yao nodded, and then said: "However, when Dad reaches your age, it will be good to stay here for old age."

   "Hehe, this yard is still not there when I saw it." Xiao Chengru was happy. In my heart, it was not because of the conversation with Xiao Yao, who was so far away from his age, that Xiao Chengru had become accustomed to it after a few days of adapting, but because of Xiao Yao, who was a Beijing movie, was so happy. Speaking of which, when he was in the hospital a few days ago, Xiao Yao still had a little bit of Xiangjiang Baodao in his words, and he habitually put words like "La" and "Nee" at the end of his words. This is probably due to her mother's influence. It seems that many people in their circle like this tone. But today I took Xiao Yao around in this old alley in Yanjing, and chatted casually with the old Yanjing who can be regarded as indigenous in the alley. Xiao Yao actually caught the old Yanjing dialect. Some very characteristic vocabulary, the words spoken bring a Beijing flavor. This is a very strong language talent.

  Old man Xiao found that his grandson seemed to be interested in this kind of old Yanjing hutong. Probably because my son lives in a relatively high-end and modern community near the CBD business district, my grandson has never seen Hutong. He is also happy to take his grandson to experience this old Yanjing Hutong culture. So after dinner, Mr. Xiao took his grandson out for a long walk. Since they are all old neighbors who have lived for more than ten years or even decades, almost everyone who meets during this trip can stop talking. And the sensible and clever grandson's mouth is also very sweet, grandpa, aunt, uncle, elder sister, and aunt's name are very suitable for the age, and the old man has a lot of envy and praise, which makes the old man happier.

  When he went to bed at night, Xiao Chengru wanted to let his grandson live with him. But Xiao Yao insisted on living in a room alone. In desperation, Xiao Yao could only be placed in the East Wing. Watching Xiao Yao clean himself with the washing utensils he prepared for him, take off his clothes, shoes and socks, and get into the bed. The whole process didn't require him to intervene at all. It seemed to be more worry-free than a seven or eight-year-old kid. Xiao Chengru felt that taking care of his grandson for a few months should be very easy.

  (End of this chapter)