"Dad, Dad, um, Dad, Dad, Dad." The child's tone of calling Dad was not accurate, and his baby voice seemed to have used a lot of effort. He held a light blue milk powder spoon in his hand and waved his little hand while talking. He had met Liu Zhaosheng for quite a while and was not afraid of Liu Zhaosheng at all.
Liu Zhaosheng, with his hair a little gray and his back still straight, walked with a steady pace. He carefully held the seven-month-old Liu Yunyi in his arms, his eyes full of love: "If you call me like that again, I won't want you to be my dad anymore."
Liu Yunyi didn't understand and probably thought Liu Zhaosheng was teasing him, so he called "Dad" even more happily. The call of "Dad" echoed throughout the construction site.
Feng Xueru, who was following Liu Zhaosheng, smiled and said, "Uncle, I'd like to see how you can get rid of his father, Mr. Liu."
Liu Zhaosheng laughed heartily. "Isn't that simple? I don't want Liu Jingze to be my godson. I'd rather have this Xiaoyi as my godson. Look at him. He's been calling me daddy every day lately. I don't know how many times he calls me daddy every time we meet. He's much sweeter than his dad."
Feng Xueshao knew Liu Zhaosheng was joking, but he continued, "I think Brother Jingze will cry. When he wakes up, his son's generation is the same as his, and he's missing a doting godfather."
Feng Xueru said: "Last time, my sister-in-law said that Tangtang was too much like Jingze. When she saw her crying, she couldn't help but want to see Jingze cry, but she didn't dare to say it."
Shen Yushan also knew how to joke: "I don't know if Mr. Liu will cry, but he will definitely be jealous. A few days ago, Mr. Liu said he wanted to sleep with Xiaoyi, and he squeezed in, saying that he was afraid that Xiaoyi would cry and disturb Mr. Liu at night, so he wanted to sleep together. Then the three of them slept in the same bed."
Nanny Azhi, following behind, thought to herself, she was afraid of disturbing Director Liu. A seven-month-old child isn't crying, nothing special; he seems content as long as someone plays with him. But crying at night is perfectly normal. He needs feeding, diaper changes, and cuddling to sleep. Would Director Liu, with his inexperience in raising children, be able to comfort him? Even if he wanted to, it would be exhausting. But as a father, could Liu Jingze let his son disturb his godfather's rest? He had no choice but to follow.
The construction site is bustling with activity, tightly surrounded by blue fences with brightly colored safety slogans and detailed engineering blueprints posted on them. In the sunlight, dust can be seen flying.
A crane was waving its thick and powerful mechanical arm, pouring piles of sand and gravel into the mixer accurately and forcefully. Every swing of the mechanical arm was accompanied by the rustling sound of the sand and gravel rolling down.
The concrete mixer truck next to it kept turning its huge tank, making a dull and regular sound. Not far away, the huge hook of the crane was hanging a heavy steel beam, moving slowly in the air. The workers below were concentrating on giving orders, their voices were particularly loud amid the roar of the machines, and everyone was busy and carrying out their work in an orderly manner.
Liu Yunyi was wearing a small blue hat. His pink little face had a pair of big eyes that were bright and curious. They were rolling around non-stop. He was even more excited. He waved his little hands, and the milk powder spoon in his hand shook along with it. His little body leaned forward slightly. At this time, he no longer called for "Dad" or anything like that, but cried "Ah Aaaah".
Liu Zhaosheng said: "Xiaoyi likes cranes whenever he sees one lately. I suggested buying him a crane toy, it's not expensive, but Jingze said he's seen a real crane before, and Xiaoyi has no interest in that kind of crane toy."
Shen Yushan said helplessly: "I am not interested at all. Do you think children are stupid? There is a huge difference between a real crane and a crane toy. Last time, Mr. Liu and the young master of the Ren family carried Xiao Yi on a real crane. I guess it has left a deep impression on them.
Feng Xueru quickly said, "Xiao Yi likes to ride on a crane? Wait a minute, we can arrange it. Come with me, uncle, take your time."
Liu Yunyi was still howling, his eyes fixed on the crane, and he looked very focused.
They came to the crane. Master Ma, the crane operator, was operating the machine skillfully. When he saw Feng Xueru coming, he immediately stopped what he was doing, got out of the cab neatly, and respectfully called out, "Mr. Feng."
Feng Xueru waved his hand and said, "Master Ma, this is my uncle, Director Liu. The child he is holding is very interested in the crane. Can you let them sit on it and experience it?"
Master Ma smiled and nodded, saying enthusiastically, "Of course, but you have to be careful."
Liu Zhaosheng handed Liu Yunyi to Azhi, who, with the help of Master Ma, carefully climbed onto the cab of the crane, and then Azhi handed Liu Yunyi to Liu Zhaosheng.
As soon as Liu Yunyi sat in the cab, his eyes lit up like stars, staring intently at everything inside the crane, his eyes filled with wonder and excitement. His rosy little mouth opened slightly in surprise, forming a cute "O" shape, and then he cried out even more excitedly: "Dad, Dad, Dad, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah, ah ah."
He didn't know many words, and his voice was filled with obvious excitement. The series of unclear syllables seemed as if he was trying to express his inner amazement.
Liu Zhaosheng said: "We can only watch, we can't operate the machine."
Liu Yunyi grinned, revealing his two small teeth, and laughed happily. The crisp laughter echoed in the small cab.
After experiencing the crane, Liu Zhaosheng carried Liu Yunyi down from the cab. Liu Yunyi's eyes would look at the crane reluctantly from time to time, and he was still waving his arms excitedly.
Liu Zhaosheng patiently coaxed him: "You can only see this far. It's hot and you're sweating. If you get too hot, you'll need to see a doctor. Come back next time when the weather is not too hot and you can see enough."
Feng Xueru said, "Uncle, let's go sit over in the office. Xiaoyi wants to wipe his sweat. Should he change his clothes?" Feng Xueru's son was four years old. He had taken care of the child himself, so he understood all this.
Everyone arrived at the construction site office. Although the space was small, it was clean, tidy, and well-organized. The walls were covered with documents such as project schedules and safety responsibility letters. The air conditioner was already on, and the temperature here was quite different from that on the construction site.
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