Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

"..." Fu Cheng Chen was dumbfounded by his son. He blew his beard and stared at him for a moment. He was about to swear by the same tricks, but from the corner of his eye, he aimed at the small figure of Qingqing and shut his mouth immediately.

You can't talk "nonsense" in front of children, it would be bad if you were taught.

"From now on, you are not allowed to smoke or drink anymore. You have to listen to the doctor when you eat. You can eat something you like, but you can't be too indulgent!" Every time Fu Heng said, Fu Cheng's face became more "colorful" Embarrassed.

But in the end, his heart suddenly relaxed, not only was he not angry, but he even wanted to laugh a little.

Because he remembered.

Even if this stinky boy is lenient, they will come over today, and when someone leaves, it's not what he wants to do.

As the saying goes, don't be happy too early in everything.

Just when Fu Chengdi was secretly happy, Mrs. Fu woke up.

She seemed to hear her son's voice, as well as the childish little "milk" sound of a child.

Mrs. Fu, who didn't know if she was dreaming, opened her eyes and saw her son sitting next to her hospital bed, arguing with her old man.

The father and son quarreled fiercely, and no one was willing to let others fall in the eyes of Mrs. Fu, but only saw the two children arguing.

"What are you doing noisily?"

The voice of the frail old man was very weak, but Fu Heng and Fu Chengtech still keenly caught the gentle female voice engraved on their hearts.

It is impossible for the father and son to cease fighting in an instant.

They immediately filed complaints with each other like children found their parents.

This one said that his son did not say hello and brought a family of people over to wake up his dream. The other said that his father was ill and it was not good to listen to the doctor's words and ruin his own body.

Anyway, the mother said her mother was reasonable, and the public said there was public evidence.

The two men who said they were one and the same outside were extremely naive and arguing at home.

It's a headache.

Mrs. Fu was still undergoing dialysis and couldn't sit up. She had no choice but to "rub" and "rub" her forehead with the other hand that did not "insert" the needle. The side of her head was subconsciously facing a pair of shiny ones. big eyes.

She was taken aback for a moment, and after looking carefully, she couldn't help but sigh secretly that this is such a lovely child.

Then he felt that the child was familiar.

Why do you look so much like her daughter-in-law "wife"?

"Little baby, come here." Mrs. Fu waved to Qingqing.

Qingqing tilted her small head and looked at Mrs. Fu, as if she was sure whether she was a good person.

After a while, I felt that such good-looking old "milks" and "milks" were definitely not bad guys. Qingqing pattered two fat legs, ran to Mrs. Fu's side, and skillfully moved his head. Delivered under the palm of others.

Mrs. Fu actually didn't want to "touch" Qingqing.

Facing the little cute thing delivered directly to her hand, she stunned, then raised a gentle smile, and "touched" Qingqing's small head.

The old man didn't have much strength, but his movements were very gentle. Qing Qing was infected by this gentleness and couldn't help but get closer and wanted to get closer to Mrs. Fu.

"Baby, what's your name?"

"Qing Qing, my name is Gu Qing Qing." Qing Qing replied loudly.

"Gu Qingqing?" Not only Mrs. Fu, but Fu Chengcnet was still there for a while when he heard the name.

The two old people looked at each other across the hospital bed, then turned back tacitly, pretending that nothing happened just now.

Fu Chengdi continued to confront her son, while Mrs. Fu took Qingqing's small hand and pulled her closer to the bed.

"It turns out that your name is Qingqing, it sounds so good." With a smile and compliment, Mrs. Fu suddenly changed her voice: ""Milk" and "Milk" are getting old, and I can’t hear the words clearly. Qingqing can tell me your Qing. Which Qing is the word?"

Qing Qing, who was already literate, immediately responded positively: "It's a Qing with a blue "color" under the head of the bamboo character."

Fu Heng, who was not in a hurry, cast his eyes unhappily and stopped his father just ‘unintentionally’.

"Look at what I'm doing? The old man I raised you so much, now I can't even call you?"

The old fox is not only childish, but also looks innocent by pretending to be innocent, making Fu Heng want to refute and have nothing to say.

Fu Heng, who "rubbed" his eyebrows with a headache, consciously couldn't beat the two foxes at home, could only raise his hand to surrender.

"You all go out." The nurses clattered and walked away cleanly.

In the room for a while, only Aunt Fu and Fu Hengqing were left in the room, as well as the Fu brothers who didn't know when they got in.

Only my family remained at the scene, and some words were easier to say.

"Qing Qing..."

Stopping his son's words, Fu Chengtech finally revealed a trace of his majesty as the former leader of the Fu family: "Don't worry, your mother and I are not talkative."

There are some things that everyone knows well, and there is no need to put them on the surface.

Ignoring the lawsuit against the father and son, Mrs. Fu held Qingqing's small hand in distress, and squeezed it slightly.

The child's soft palm is less than half of her palm, one short and small. Although it is very cute, it makes people feel distressed.

"Our Qingqing, how much suffering has been suffered."

Mrs. Fu's tears were almost falling.

"Neither bitter nor bitter, Qingqing has sugar and candies every day." Qingqing didn't understand why Mrs. Fu wanted to watch her cry, but just instinctively comforted her.

The little guy's sensible appearance is even more distressing, and even Fu Chengtech looks a little bit sour.

He glared at his son, and said sharply: "You come here!"

The father and son left the room one after the other, Qingqing's worried little eyes kept falling on Fu Heng's back.

That grandpa is so fierce, will he beat his uncle?

"Don't be afraid, Grandpa won't be an adult."

Mrs. Fu is such a shrewd person, how could he fail to see Qingqing's secret little worry?

She sighed slightly in her heart, both touched and with some inexplicable guilt.

It's all because of her. She was busy with her husband's career and failed to teach her only son well.

The couple seemed to have determined that everything was Fu Heng's fault, which made Qingqing become like this.

It's a pity that Qingqing was still ignorant, didn't understand the thoughts of the two old people, and could not help Fu Heng explain.

After Fu Heng went to the study with his grandfather, they talked about what the Fu brothers didn't know, but they could see that the grandfather's "milk" and "milk" liked their mother very much.

Not only the mothers of children, but the mothers who grow up should also be very pleased with their two elders.

In fact, it was true. If it hadn't been for the two elders of the Fu family to make a lot of effort, Fu Heng would not have married her before Qingqing University had graduated.

Even if two people have a good opinion of each other, they have to wait until Qingqing graduates before discussing marriage.

Mrs. Fu takes four hours to do dialysis every time, twice a week.

It was also a coincidence today that Fu Heng happened to meet Mrs. Fu doing dialysis when they came.

But if it weren't so coincidental, I'm afraid Fu Heng would not have known that his parents were both sick and had hidden himself for so long!

These two couples are also good.

Fu Heng almost didn't get angry. Don't worry too soon. The reason why he laughed was because he was so angry.

From morning to noon, Fu Heng and his father spent time in the study.

The servants passing by could occasionally hear a few angry roars, which made them tremble with fright, and quickly speeded up their pace.

Then in less than one morning, everyone in the Fu family knew that the old man and the husband had quarreled and had a big fire.

In fact, only Fu Chengtech was scolding his son during the whole process.

Saying he is useless, even his own daughter-in-law can't keep it.

After Fu Heng learned that his wife had planned more than just a divorce plan, he fell into a strange silence.

He seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist, and the inexplicable depression covered everything, and he couldn't even hear the old man's curse.

So much so that Fu Chengtech talked dryly all morning, and turned his head to find that this hapless son hadn't heard a word.

"Fu Heng!" With a loud roar, Fu Heng's eardrum was aching.

Before he returned to his senses, the old man waved his crutches in desperation, "I have said so much, are you listening?"

He was fierce, but the crutches only hit the arm of the sofa every time, and he couldn't touch Fu Heng at all.

Duplicate father.

"I heard." Fu Heng said, "but the question now is not whether Qingqing can be restored, but whether Qingqing can be changed back."

If Qing Qing never changes back, I am afraid that after a year and a half, their marriage will automatically be invalidated, and he will not even have a chance to recover.

"Then you go find a way, what can you do with me? Go home early after lunch, is the company okay? If you don't treat the work well and shut down the business I've worked so hard to build, I will kill you!"

The old man said this long paragraph without panting, which made Fu Heng doubt whether he was really sick or fake.

But whether it's true or not, there is something Fu Heng consciously needs to explain to the two elders.

"You don't need to rush me away. I have decided to take Qingqing to live in the old house for a while and stay with my mother."

It is impossible to accompany the old man, but Fu Heng is willing to accompany his mother.

As for the old man? They just happened to live together.

I have to say that the way the father and son express their emotions is really awkward and speechless.

When it was time for lunch, Mrs. Fu had already done dialysis.

The old man got up energetically, wearing an elegant long cheongsam, holding Qingqing's little hand, and taking her to the garden to pick petals.

Mrs. Fu has just promised that she will make fresh coconut milk jelly for Qingqing.

Before the meal is served, they have to pick the petals and freeze the coconut milk so that it can be eaten in the afternoon.

"Qingqing picks whatever petals he likes."

Mrs. Fu smiled and handed Qingqing a small flower basket. The little girl carried the flower basket back and forth among the flowers, but didn't pick the flowers.

Looks very embarrassed.

"What's wrong, doesn't Qingqing like to eat petals?" Mrs. Fu knelt down and asked softly.

It's because she didn't think carefully. If the child doesn't like it, she can't do anything.

"If you don't like it, let's eat something else."

"No." Qing Qing shook his head: "It's not that Qing Qing doesn't like it. It's just that the teacher said that he should love the flowers and plants. The flowers are so beautiful. If Qing Qing is picked, they will cry in pain."

In order to show children some short stories more vividly, kindergarten teachers usually use pictures or cartoons to describe them.

One of the most commonly used materials is flower anthropomorphism.

Therefore, in children's innocent hearts, flowers and plants also have human feelings. They cry when they hurt and laugh when they are happy. They are the same existence as them.

Xiao Qingqing's heart is very kind.

Mrs. Fu's eyes were gentle, she took Qingqing's small hand and turned back to the room.

"Are we not plucking flowers?" Qingqing looked up at Mrs. Fu suspiciously.

"Stop picking, "milk" and "milk" make other desserts for Qingqing." There is no coconut "milk" jelly, and coconut milk glutinous rice cakes.

The glutinous rice flour steamed with mixed cow milk and white sugar is sweet and waxy. The middle is wrapped with frozen chunks of concentrated coconut milk, then rolled into a ball, and the outside is covered with a layer of coconut paste, and the job is done.

Even in the middle of a large table of high-end cuisine, this exquisite glutinous rice cake has also won everyone's favor.

Fu Chengde was the first to stretch out his chopsticks to clamp it, but Mrs. Fu unceremoniously pushed aside: "Your mouth is almost gone. You are not allowed to eat this, leave it to Qingqing."

The last sentence is the point.

"Children will lose their teeth if they eat too much sweets."

Without eating the snack made by his wife, Fu Chengde muttered unwillingly, but he dared not stretch out his chopsticks anymore.

It's not that he is afraid, but he understands that his wife really cares about him, so he is willing to listen.

Mrs. Fu knows the truth about a bowl of water. Although she didn't give her husband glutinous rice cakes, she also made purple rice dumplings for him.

This stuff is steamed soft and has a light taste, which is very suitable for elderly people.

The others have not been ignored either. One glutinous rice dumpling and purple rice dumpling is fair.

"Thank you "milk" and "milk"." Fu Sishen smiled and thanked him with an intimate attitude.

Although he had a normal relationship with his mother before, he had absolutely no opinion on the two old people who loved him.

And his venture fund back then, "milk" and "milk" were given big heads.

The office building where Fu Sishen's studio is located originally belonged to Mrs. Fu.

"Thank you for "milk" and "milk". You can also eat "milk" and "milk"."

Compared with his lively younger brother, Fu Sijin and the two elders are also good, but they are obviously not so close.

It's not that there is a problem, it's just that Fu Sijin's "sex" son is just like his father, who is rather dull and doesn't take the initiative to approach people.

However, the two grandsons, Mrs. Fu, both feel the same pain. While taking care of Qingqing's meal, she will also take care of them.

The end result is that all three people are fed and supported.

There is a kind of hunger that calls you "milk" or "milk" to think you are hungry.

Fu Si, whose stomach was really uncomfortable after eating too much, had to go for a walk and digest.

Hearing that he was going for a walk, Fu Sishen immediately responded, and Qingqing also clamored to follow.

It happened that Mrs. Fu had some self-consciousness to tell her son, and let the three children go out to play, especially instructing the two big ones to be optimistic about the only one.

There is no need to say "milk" or "milk", Fu Sishen and Fu Sijin will do the same, and the two agreed very readily.

The noon sun was a little bit sunny, Fu Sijin was more careful and brought out a parasol.

The umbrella is not big, but it is enough to shield Qingqing from the sun.

Fu Jiazu's house is halfway up the mountain, behind the house is a forest.

There are no animals in it, so it is safe, so the two brothers can safely take Qingqing out to hang out.

Most of the woods are full of maple leaves. Now in the winter, the maple leaves have fallen out early, leaving only bare trees.

It’s fine during the day, but at night, it might be a little scary.

With two sons here, Qingqing doesn't have to hold an umbrella by herself.

She held one hand in one hand, using the pulling force of both hands, her small body leaned forward playfully, as if about to fly.

Occasionally, he would deliberately shrink his feet to make the body empty, which means that Fu Sijin and his younger brother are getting stronger, otherwise they really can't hold the little leather monkey going up the mountain.

After walking around, Qingqing suddenly discovered something.

She stopped, squatted down curiously, pointed her little finger somewhere on the ground and asked, "What is this?"

Fu Si cautiously leaned over, only to see clusters of colorful and dazzling mushrooms emerging from the pile of dead leaves.

He immediately pulled Qingqing back: "Don't come close, that is poisonous."

"Poisonous mushrooms?" Fu Sijin also saw those colorful mushrooms.

It was the first time he saw mushrooms in the wild, and he saw poisonous ones at first sight.

This luck is also great.

"Can we pick it back and eat it?" Qing Qing was a little eager to try, but was double rejected.

"No!"

Regardless of whether these mushrooms are poisonous or not, the Fu brothers will not let Qingqing take the risk.

"Good." Qingqing was a little disappointed and couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Obviously the birds have eaten it."

Not wanting to give up, Qingqing quickly knelt down and grabbed a mushroom while his sons were not paying attention, and hid it in his pocket.

When Fu Sijin heard the movement and cast his eyes, Qingqing returned with an innocent look.

Fu Sijin quickly turned his head back when he found nothing. He took Qingqing's little hand again and led her back.

It's been half an hour since I came out, it's almost time to go back.

They will have to go home to pack up a few sets of clothes and bring them back later.

Fu Sijin already knew that his father was going to live in the old house for a period of time. Although his father's attitude was that he could live with his younger brother or not, let them be free, but Fu Sijin decided to live with him.

The situation of grandpa's "milk" and "milk" is awkward. It means seeing one face less. He hopes to accompany the old man at least as long as he can remedy it now.

Fu Sishen had no plans to stay.

It's not that he is not filial, but that he is more carefree in his "sexuality".

In terms of sensibility, Fu Sishen completely inherited his uncle's lack of roots, and was not touched by the special situation, so he would never think too much.

The three people returned to the old house one after another, and Fu Heng had already finished talking with his parents.

Mrs. Fu was very happy for his son's willingness to take his daughter-in-law "wife" to accompany the second elder, but Fu Chengde was a little unhappy.

He is not one of those lonely old people who are eager for the company of younger generations. If he wants to have a child, he can occasionally call to see him. Other times, he is free. He doesn't want to have a son who likes to control himself.

It is a pity that his opinion is not used as a reference standard for the mother and son.

Fu's old house originally had Fu Heng's room and clothes and other things, so he didn't need to go home to get them.

Qingqing's is simpler, just take Fu Heng's childhood clothes and dress her.

These items with memories were all well preserved by Mrs. Fu, and they were as clean as they were newly bought.

And there are two sets of clothes in the babysitter bag that she carries with her, which lasts for a day or two, enough for adults to buy another pile.

Fu Sijin is more troublesome. Although the old house also has his room, there is nothing in it, so he has to go home and pack his clothes before he can move in the next day.

So after dinner, Fu Sijin and his younger brother left with his grandpa and grandpa, and the two brothers drove home together.

"Look at "milk" "milk", big dinosaur!"

Qingqing stepped barefoot on the soft carpeted ground, and handed the dinosaur model in his hand to Mrs. Fu to see as if offering a treasure.

After only half a day of getting along, she seemed to regard Mrs. Fu as her new friend.

Children don't care about age and other issues. As long as they are willing to play with them patiently, they are all good people.

Fu Cheng's eyes were a little jealous, and he couldn't help but move over and wanted to talk to Qingqing: "Does Qingqing do the math?"

"I won't." Super Invincible was justified and confident.

Mrs. Fu's chuckle was heard nearby, and Fu Chengcnet did not give up, and continued to encourage Qingqing: "Well, can Grandpa teach you?"

"Okay." Qingqing is a learning-loving baby: "Qingqing can count from one to a hundred." She also knows to report the progress of her studies.

"Then let's learn addition and subtraction."

The mathematics to become a business giant is not bad, but this big guy is lying on a small table at this time, holding a notebook and teaching kindergarten kids that one plus one equals two.

Fu Heng, who had just come downstairs after taking a shower, saw this scene. He paused in his footsteps and then silently retreated to the balcony.

The phone vibrates and someone calls.

"It's me." It was an unfamiliar number, but Bai Qiyu's voice rang across the phone.

Fu Heng was not surprised by this, he asked directly: "I found it out."

"Well, there are a few photos of you when you were a kid in the express. The sender lives in this city and the address is.... That is a courier agency. The sender should live near the new city."

"It is also possible that they are not the people who live there." Fu Heng said calmly.

"I know, but since the clues have been found, I have to go and see what happens." Bai Qiyu knows the importance of each clue.

"Okay, go check it out first, and I will rush to meet you tomorrow."

"No, I can solve this little thing by myself, but I'm a little bit "confused" about the few photos, because they weren't for me, so I can't guess the meaning of the above. I will send it to you now and you can see for yourself Look."

"it is good."

Within three seconds, three different photos were sent to Fu Heng's phone.

These photos have been specially encrypted and can only be opened with a special password.

If the password is wrong, or the password is entered for too long, the photos inside will be deleted immediately, leaving no trace of traces.

The specific password Bai Qiyu has long told Fu Heng and Gu Lan that this is a common password agreed upon by the three of them. It is used to decrypt such secret files and can also be used to confirm the authenticity of the other party at critical times.

After all, this world is illusory, and Bai Qiyu has to do more precautions.

After entering the password, the decryption process will take a while, and Fu Heng waited patiently.

It didn't take long for the three images to be slightly blurred and the edges were still slightly yellowed.