Song Yanzhi was a little impatient, but Pei Yuchen was Xiaobao's father, and if he really wanted to go see Xiaobao, she had no reason to stop him.
never mind.
Knowing that her husband would soon be busy with work, Song Yanzhi didn't dwell on this small matter.
The two walked towards the Yuhong Class, one after the other.
It's lunchtime now, and many parents are picking up their children to go home for lunch.
Because the preschool is nearby, many children go home for lunch after school.
Song Yanzhi found it troublesome, so she simply delivered it to her son herself.
When Xiao Bao arrived at school, he was still engrossed in writing.
Song Yanzhi was somewhat surprised.
When the teacher saw her arrive, she said that Xiaobao was very diligent and had been writing since she left in the morning.
They won't listen when I tell them to rest.
Song Yanzhi frowned.
He stepped forward a few paces and called out, "Xiao Bao."
Xiao Bao, who hadn't responded to the teacher's calls, immediately looked up at Song Yanzhi.
Song Yanzhi felt a warmth in her heart. She placed the lunchbox on the table, opened it, and the fragrant aroma of the food immediately filled Xiao Bao's nose.
His stomach started growling.
I then realized that I was already hungry.
Pei Yuchen took two steps forward, his gaze sweeping over the numbers written in his notebook.
It's arithmetic, but the handwriting is crooked and messy. The child is too young, doesn't have much strength in their hands, and can't hold the pen steadily. It's not very neat when they first start learning to write.
But the answers are all correct.
Pei Yuchen glanced at it, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Song Yanzhi saw it too, picked it up, and exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Bao can write now, and he can do math too! Did your teacher teach you? Xiao Bao is so amazing!"
Xiao Bao paused, holding the spoon, and looked up at Song Yanzhi, his eyes sparkling.
Pei Yuchen glanced at the mother and son, then said to Song Yanzhi, "I have something to say to you."
Song Yanzhi glanced at her son, who was eating obediently, paused, and then walked over.
"What's Xiao Bao's situation now?" Pei Yuchen stopped, turned around, and looked at Song Yanzhi thoughtfully.
"That's the situation you're seeing right now."
Song Yanzhi spoke sarcastically, "This man who has never cared about his son before, is it too late to ask about the child now?"
The two stared at each other for a while, the locust tree overhead swaying in the wind and then stopping, until Pei Yuchen spoke up and asked, "The military hospital has relatively good facilities. If you'd like, we can take him for a check-up."
Xiao Bao's condition was clearly abnormal, but Pei Yuchen believed that he was not the fool his parents described.
He was smaller than his peers and didn't look like he was five years old.
Perhaps his poor physical development affected his brain growth, or perhaps he was rather withdrawn and unwilling to communicate with outsiders, resulting in a limited vocabulary.
It's not that they really can't speak.
"A military hospital?" Song Yanzhi was indeed quite worried about the child's condition. Xiao Bao had poor development since childhood, and his physical skills were worse than those of his peers.
The doctor couldn't find anything wrong when we went to the hospital for a checkup; he just said that the premature birth had affected the baby's development.
She is now being fed scientifically, and hopefully the improved nutrition will help.
But the effect will certainly be minimal.
Although she didn't like Pei Yuchen, she had to admit that his suggestion really struck a chord with her.
Pei Yuchen is Xiaobao's biological father, so it's only natural for him to do these things for his child.
In his past life, he hadn't paid this much attention to her and their child.
Song Yanzhi felt something was wrong. Was it because his rebirth had changed the course of the plot?
After agreeing on their plan, the two walked back one after the other.
Li Tiezhu's father also arrived. He bent down and hoisted his son onto his shoulders. Li Tiezhu proudly raised his chin and ordered his father around.
When the two of them arrived, they saw Xiao Bao holding a spoon, looking up at the excited Li Tiezhu with a blank expression.
Before Song Yanzhi could react, the man behind her had already strode forward, squatted down in front of Xiao Bao, and quietly looked at him for a while.
"Xiao Bao".
Xiao Bao withdrew his gaze and looked at the man in front of him, who was much taller than him even when he was squatting.
My hand gripping the spoon tightened involuntarily.
Song Yanzhi lowered her eyes and gazed at Xiaobao. When the child was first born, she was full of grievances, but she was afraid that her husband, who was far away, would worry, so she wrote everything in a positive light.
She told him that everything was fine at home, and that the baby was very well-behaved, not crying or making a fuss, and looked a lot like him.
The mother-in-law is very controlling. Since the family hasn't separated yet, she's afraid that Pei Yuchen will secretly ask her for money.
Therefore, all the letters I wrote had to be checked by her before I could send them to Pei Yuchen.
Every few days, I would ask the postman if I had secretly written any letters.
The letters that came back had to be delivered to her first.
Pei Yuchen's replies rarely touched on himself or his son. Every time I looked forward to his reply, the letter would only contain a cold "Everything is fine."
Song Yanzhi's heart had long since turned cold.
Seeing Xiao Bao frown and not paying much attention to Pei Yuchen, he felt a surge of satisfaction.
To send his own son to prison in order to raise his adopted children, what right does Pei Yuchen have to be the child's father?
She doesn't stop the child from interacting with him, she just doesn't want Xiao Bao to misunderstand that she's preventing him from recognizing his father.
But that doesn't mean Song Yanzhi will forgive him.
She didn't care about her own death, nor did she care who he married.
But she couldn't accept that Pei Yuchen had sent her son to prison, indirectly causing his death.
“Xiao Bao, it’s your father.” Pei Yuchen stared at his son’s thin face, his voice deep and muffled.
Xiao Bao felt disgusted when he heard this word.
This father is not good to him or his mother, and he doesn't like him.
If he hadn't insisted that his mother raise those two children, she wouldn't have become like the one in his dream.
He kept his head down and ate without looking at anything else, not leaving a single grain of rice.
Pei Yuchen turned around and glanced at Song Yanzhi, only to see her looking at him with a cold smile on her lips.
He paused, then stood up.
He didn't say anything more.
After the two left the Yuhong Class, Song Yanzhi stopped first.
"I have something to do, you should go back first."
Without waiting for Pei Yuchen to reply, she turned around, boarded a bus, and left.
Pei Yuchen stood there for a long time.
In that instant, he felt like a failure.
His son doesn't recognize him, and his wife ignores him completely.
Instead of going home, he turned around and left the family compound, heading to the military base.
Song Yanzhi went to the textile factory.
This time, instead of going to find the person who had taken her position, she went directly to the supervisor's office.
Upon seeing her arrive, the supervisor was quite surprised: "Xiao Song? What brings you here?"
Song Yanzhi got straight to the point: "Manager Chen, I'm here to talk about my job. I'm planning to resell my job."
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