Wen Chengyu, the late-born son of Wen Congwen and Cheng Ruzhu, has a domineering personality. But strangely enough, his only nemesis is Ping An.
Every time he gets so angry at the little kid that he jumps up and down, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them, with such a huge age gap, start whispering to each other and humming to each other, truly being friends regardless of age difference.
Ping An likes him the most among all his uncles. To explain it from his perspective, he thinks that Uncle Wen Chengyu is generous and always keeps good things for him. He is his good friend.
The old man of the Wen family and Mr. Cheng were sworn brothers. Of course, according to the words used by scholars, they were close friends.
Regardless of their relationship, ever since Cheng Ruzhu married into the Wen family, the two families had become closer. Similarly, the Wen family treated the Zhou family with the courtesy of a close family.
Mr. Wen comes from a scholarly family. According to his father's obsession, he should have continued studying until he went abroad, and it was impossible for him to step into the money-making industry that their family despised the most.
But things in the world are unpredictable. In the early years, the Wen family was destroyed by two "eggs" from a Japanese plane. Only Mr. Wen, who was studying in another place, and the two siblings Wen, who went out to send living expenses, survived.
By chance, the brother and sister joined the army that Cheng Lao had served in. In an accident, Sister Wen died on the front line, forcing the only son of the Wen family, Mr. Wen, to take off his military uniform and switch to the establishment of a national financial bank, becoming one of the first heroes.
Mr. Wen had four children, of whom only his son, Wen Congwen, survived. Two years after liberation, he retired early due to a serious pre-war injury and now enjoys his retirement at home. Wen Congwen, in turn, followed in his father's footsteps and entered the banking industry.
From a family of scholars to the money-guzzling banking industry, even the elderly Mr. Wen often joked that he never thought that one day he would use his pen to write not poems or songs, but strings of numbers.
Although Mr. Wen often makes fun of himself, judging from the fact that he arranged for his only son to join his department, he also values his career.
Cheng Ruzhu married into the Wen family and gave birth to two chubby boys, finally fulfilling the old man's long-cherished wish for a prosperous family. Unexpectedly, many years later, he received another surprise—the birth of Wen Chengyu, which made him ecstatic. When his grandson grew up, he no longer wanted to work, and after retiring, he raised his grandson himself.
It's easy to imagine how domineering this little grandson is, having been pampered. Fortunately, Wen Chengyu is kind-hearted, and his high-ranking background doesn't mean he would bully others.
This time, he'd gotten into a fight with someone else, taking on two older kids alone, not even bothering to ask his brothers for help. The only thing that had upset him was that his father, Wen Congwen, had beaten him up. He couldn't understand why, when he saw someone bullying a little girl, he couldn't just stand up for justice.
His father called him stupid, and now even the three-year-old kid thinks he's stupid. He asks himself if he's really stupid. But he still doesn't regret helping others when he sees injustice.
After dinner, Wen Chengyu took Ping An out to play. Seeing the adults chatting among themselves, he quietly nudged Ping An. Seeing the little man frowning at him, he hid his laughter.
"Don't be impatient. Uncle just wants to ask you, why do you think I'm stupid? What's stupid about me?"
Ping An glanced at him and lowered his head to play with his toys.
"I always get full marks in school. My teachers and classmates all respect me. I'm even the class monitor. How could I be stupid? I just can't understand why you all think I'm not smart."
Ping An listened to his mumbling and finally patted him on the shoulder as if to give alms. He originally wanted to pat him on the shoulder like his grandfather did, but he soon found out that he was too small to do so!
"Fighting hurts and bleeds. Good kids don't do dangerous things."
Wen Chengyu patted his head and muttered, "I'm such a fool. I thought you could make sense. Turns out you're just afraid of bleeding. You're such a baby."
Ping An was so angry that he glared at him. Who is a baby? A baby will pee and poop anywhere, and will cry and make a fuss for its mother. He is already a little man, how can he be a baby?
"Hehe... I'm not saying you're a baby. Our Ping'an is a smart and good boy. Uncle likes Ping'an the most, so he won't play with babies."
Ping An nodded in satisfaction. After hesitating for a moment, he decided he had to make it clear that his uncle Xiaoyu was truly stupid.
"If you want to fight, you need to find an adult. The bad guys have knives, and the adults have guns, so kill the bad guys." After saying that, he sighed pitifully for the other party.
Wen Chengyu was choked by his breath. After a moment, he quietly asked, "Who taught you this? You're too young to fight. When you're as old as your uncle, you'll definitely take revenge yourself. That's the real pleasure."
Ping An blinked his eyes. He didn't understand the other person's thinking. As long as he could get revenge, why did he have to do it himself? Since he couldn't figure it out, he planned to ask his grandfather and his parents tonight.
Thinking of this, he decided that he couldn't talk to his stupid uncle anymore, or he would become stupid too. This was what his mother called "unable to communicate" and what his father called "playing the lute to a cow."
Wen Chengyu saw him concentrating on putting the blocks together, and soon two houses appeared. He was about to tell him to stop playing and go find something to eat with him, but he saw Ping An putting the wooden car on the roof.
He quickly shouted, "Wrong, wrong. How can you put a car on the roof? You have to put it in front of the house. Cars can only be driven on the street."
Ping An rolled his eyes at him and continued to put two cars on the roof, a few small wooden figures on the street, and use the other side to build a small yard.
Soon, after Ping An had finished piling up the pile, he happily introduced it to him: "Uncle Xiaoyu, you see, this way the children can go out on the street without cars, and they can go wherever they want."
Wen Yu was speechless. Without a car, he would be dead. Why was he so happy?
Here, Old Lady Cheng and a few others gathered together to talk about things in the Northeast and then talked about the Wen family.
Mr. Wen had never lived in the company's public housing, and now three generations of the Wen family lived in their own two-story courtyard house. This time, Cheng Ruzhu was allocated a newly built apartment. Considering her family of three sons and her husband, a total of five people, she was lucky enough to get a two-bedroom, one-living room apartment with an area of about fifty square meters.
She was reluctant to give up, but as a daughter-in-law, she couldn't abandon her in-laws. Even if she got her share of the property, she couldn't afford to not live there. The floors above and below were filled with business leaders and colleagues; that would have a negative impact. The colleagues who didn't get a share would surely criticize her family.
Cheng Ruzhu was worried about this. She wanted to bring it up with her parents-in-law, but she was afraid they would overthink it. Someone who didn't know would think the daughter-in-law despised her parents.
Old Mrs. Cheng brought this up as a joke. In her opinion, her daughter was quite foolish—wouldn't she have simply asked the elders for their opinion? What other euphemisms were needed?
How do misunderstandings arise? It's because both parties aren't honest with each other. Speaking directly can reduce barriers. But how can others understand without communication?
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