Spring is almost over, but the air is still a bit chilly.
All of Wang Zihao's clothes, including his underwear, were soaked. Teacher Youzi had no choice but to call Wang Jun to take the child home to change clothes, in case he caught a cold.
Back home, Wang Zihao, after changing his clothes, was still fuming.
Sun Wen took out a hairdryer to dry his hair, muttering weakly, "Why did you have to get involved? Look at you, you've made yourself look so messy."
"If you catch a cold or get sick, I'll take you to get a shot right away!"
Hearing the words "injection" made Wang Zihao feel apprehensive.
The initial annoyance subsided considerably in an instant.
Wang Zihao said, sounding aggrieved and pitiful, "Why did they have to jump into the puddle with me behind my back? The little mole jumped, so I had to jump too!"
His mouth was pouting so high in a defiant manner that it could hold a red lantern.
Sun Wen rolled her eyes: "Do you think you're acting out Titanic? You jump, I jump too?"
Just then, the baby in the bedroom woke up and started crying loudly.
Sun Wen put down the hairdryer and went into the bedroom.
Wang Zihao followed behind, saying, "I also want to see my sister."
The baby was lying in bed crying loudly.
Sun Wen checked and found that the baby had pooped, so she asked Wang Zihao to stand aside while she changed the baby's diaper.
When she finished changing the diaper and turned to look for Wang Zihao, he was standing in the corner facing the wall, oblivious to her surroundings.
He was sullen and depressed, the word "depressed" was used to describe him.
Seeing this, Sun Wen couldn't help but laugh and said, "Why are you standing in the corner to reflect on your mistakes for no reason? People will misunderstand that you're jealous."
Wang Zihao strained his ears and asked curiously, "Mom, what is jealousy?"
Sun Wen thought for a moment and said, "It's like when you really, really like someone, you feel jealous when they praise someone else. When their eyes look at someone else, you feel disappointed. And when you find them with someone else, you feel a pang of jealousy."
Wang Zihao thought about it seriously.
When the little mole praised Shen Xu's drawing, he felt a little uncomfortable.
When the little mole played with Shen Xu, he naturally felt lost because he had no friends.
Because he and the little mole are friends forever.
He has always regarded the little mole as his strongest and most proud competitor.
But when Ning Yanshu focused all her attention on Shen Xu, Wang Zihao felt only aggrieved and confused...
...
Wang Zihao's round little face was contorted with a mix of emotions. He stammered, "...Mom, I think I'm really jealous."
"That's a dangerous idea of yours, kid." The baby was still crying, so Sun Wen picked her up and gently patted her to comfort her, casually adding, "You don't actually want to marry Xiao Shu in the future, do you?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Zihao's eyes widened in disbelief: "Can boys marry boys?"
"Theoretically, it's possible, right?"
The baby's crying wouldn't stop, his mouth agape as if searching for something.
Knowing she was hungry, Sun Wen was about to lift her clothes to breastfeed when she met Wang Zihao's eager eyes, and said fiercely, "I'm going to breastfeed my sister now, turn around!"
Wang Zihao snorted and reluctantly turned his back.
She kept urging, "Mom, tell me quickly!"
Sun Wen didn't keep anyone in suspense and replied, "Although our country doesn't have explicit laws allowing same-sex marriage, in some countries, it's acceptable and blessed for two boys or two girls to get married."
"However, this process will be somewhat difficult. Because when two people are together, they will not only face rumors and gossip, but also the doubts and misunderstandings of their relatives and friends."
Wang Zihao remained silent and thought for a long time with a sullen face.
After Sun Wen had soothed the baby to sleep, the two went outside to the living room together.
Wang Zihao tugged at Sun Wen's arm and asked, "Mom, if I were to marry a boy, would you agree?"
"Huh?" Sun Wen was genuinely startled by his question.
Surprised, she thought about it seriously again: "It shouldn't be... right?"
During her high school years, she would occasionally read BL (Boys' Love) comics.
There is a relatively high level of tolerance for this kind of thing.
Moreover, Wang Zihao was not an only child, and neither she nor Wang Jun had any intention of carrying on the family line...
...
etc.
Sun Wen suddenly realized something and slapped Wang Zihao on the forehead: "What are you thinking, kid? He just doesn't want to play with you, are you planning to turn him gay?"
Wang Zihao didn't understand what "turning someone gay" meant.
He clenched his fists, cheering himself on: "I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry the little mole!"
They are best friends and most appreciative rivals.
No one could replace the little mole in his heart. He would not allow Shen Xu to change his equal standing in the little mole's eyes!!!
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The next day, when Wang Zihao arrived at the kindergarten, he saw Ning Yanshu walking hand in hand with Shen Xu.
He rushed over and resolutely declared, "Little Mole, let's get married!"
Ning Yanshu, and everyone around her, were stunned.
Tang Tang raised her hand and touched his forehead, asking suspiciously, "You don't have a fever, so why are you talking nonsense?"
Wang Zihao pulled her hand away and said, "I've found out. After we get married, we can be together every day. We can face difficulties together, and we can face everyone's doubts and misunderstandings together!"
After they get married, they can have daily races to see who runs faster, who draws better, who eats the most at lunch, and who takes the best nap.
Just thinking about it is quite interesting!
Before Ning Yanshu could recover from her surprise, Shen Xu, who was standing to the side, became anxious.
He pulled Ning Yanshu behind him protectively and declared possessively, "Xiaoshu, let's get married!"
Its aggressive demeanor was like that of a howling puppy.
Wang Zihao and Tang Tang were stunned and didn't understand.
Ning Yanshu peeked out from behind him and volunteered to translate.
"What the young man means is that I have to marry him first."
Shen Xu nodded vigorously.
Wang Zihao looked at the two of them with disbelief: "But aren't you uncle and nephew?"
Marriage between close relatives is prohibited.
He understands this basic common sense.
"That's not the point, is it?" Long Aotian walked in through the classroom door with his backpack on.
He was wearing a neat, tailored suit, and his thick, shiny black bowl cut was complemented by a bright red bow tie, as always.
Long Aotian put his schoolbag on the cabinet, then came to them in a serious tone and said, "The point is, it's absolutely impossible for two boys to get married."
"Who says you can't!"
"able!"
Wang Zihao and Shen Xu spoke almost in unison.
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