"It's Xiao Ping'an."
Geng Dasheng looked at everyone's stunned words with pride, "My grandma said that it was the weekend, and many people went to pick up their children. Ping An was playing in the mud not far from the nursery gate.
A mean-spirited old woman asked Ping An if he'd visited Old Lady Lin. Seeing the child's head bowed and ignoring her, she saw Aunt Chen chatting with someone else, so she kept asking Ping An if he knew Old Lady Lin was his grandmother's mother and that Old Lady Lin had poisoned his grandmother. She probably asked this question several times in a row, which made the child furious.
We were so strong at that time that we grabbed the old woman's legs and immediately knocked her down. We twisted her arms, sat on her, and stuffed mud into her mouth. As we stuffed mud into her mouth, we shouted, "That's not my grandma's biological mother, that's not my grandma's biological mother."
There were some soldiers at the gate waiting to pick up the children. They said Ping An's movements were incredibly fast, suggesting he'd definitely practiced. It took several people stepping forward to pull him back.
He was so angry that he kept shouting, "Don't think he's easy to bully because he's young. If her mouth is dirty again, he'll help her clean it." He ignored her and kept asking questions.
Everyone joined the children in scolding the old woman, saying that she was immoral and conscienceless, and that she deserved it. It was useless to be scolded by a four or five-year-old child.
Ping An cried aggrievedly, saying that he slept with his grandparents and secretly heard his grandfather telling his grandmother not to be sad, saying that they were not his biological children, so how could they really be considered his own. He thought that drugging her was just a way of repaying her for raising him.
Zhang Guoqing held his forehead with a headache.
When Geng Dasheng saw him, he thought he was worried about the child and patted him, "Don't worry, it's okay." That day, Uncle Zhou heard the news and rushed over. Ping An immediately wiped away her tears, and in the blink of an eye, she smiled and acted coquettishly with Uncle Zhou.
I heard Uncle Zhou punished him by making him do horse stance. The next day, he skipped off to school. But from then on, no matter how much I tried to coax him, he wouldn't say a word.
He wasn't injured that day, and many people praised him for his intelligence and asked him how he knew how to twist his arms. He said that hens twist their wings when they flap their wings, and so do pigeons.
Yi Jiefang laughed heartily and patted Zhang Guoqing on the back, "He's truly your offspring. In a few years, I'll be able to take him hunting."
Zhang Guoqing looked at him speechlessly.
"Alright, go back after the meeting tonight. I'll cover for you, okay? The child is still young, so talk slowly and don't scold him. He has a strong character, don't let it wear him out."
Bloody? Bloody?
How could his own son know? The little guy must have acted secretly. No wonder his father-in-law didn't tell him about this. It must have been a headache for him.
You asked him how he knew Ping An acted on his own?
Given his father-in-law's methods, even if he wanted Ping An to take action, he wouldn't let him knock down an adult. No matter how strong he was, a four or five-year-old child would be at a disadvantage.
This little drama queen, where did he learn all these tricks? Wife, if you don’t come back, your son will go to heaven!
After the meeting, Zhang Guoqing didn't have time to go back to the dormitory. He went out, got on his 28-inch bicycle and pedaled quickly on the empty dirt road, calculating the time in his mind, hoping to get there before his son went to bed.
If you ask Zhang Guoqing what his greatest achievement in Beijing is in recent years, he will definitely say that he can walk from home to school with his eyes closed, and he can even walk through alleys and small paths.
Entering the city, what appeared before our eyes were more street lamps, lights between the window frames of the alleys, and many pedestrians enjoying the cool air on the streets, which was completely different from the silence of the suburbs.
At the entrance of the alley, old men were enjoying the cool air, playing chess and chatting, while old ladies were sitting on small stools chatting, and there were some children running around playing.
Zhang Guoqing had no time to appreciate the night scenery of the capital and the leisurely life at the entrance of the alley. It was as if the car and the man had become one, and the rapid speed was bringing him closer and closer to home.
When he arrived at the compound, he deliberately checked the time and patted the seat with satisfaction. This old friend had accompanied him from Northeast China to Beijing, and its performance had not disappointed him.
"Are you rushing back from school again?"
Zhang Guoqing took out his ID and said with a smile, "I couldn't sleep, so I just wanted to exercise."
In the heat of summer, the people of this city seemed to be enjoying the cool air and wandering outside. From the moment he entered the gate, he encountered waves of people, almost delaying him from seeing his child.
Ping An had just finished washing up and was about to go to bed when he heard the sound of Zhang Guoqing returning. He ran out excitedly, but before he stepped out of the living room, he was caught by a pair of hands.
The little face showed a cheerful smile, and the little hand touched Zhang Guoqing's forehead, "Ah, it's all sweaty, let me take a bath with daddy."
Zhang Guoqing looked at his son happily - he looked so cute no matter how he looked at him.
"Okay. Say hello to grandpa and the others first."
Zhou Xiaozheng walked out of the room and saw the silly father and son. "What are you saying hello to? Go wash up quickly. Don't walk at night from now on. It's dark and you might run into trouble. What are you going to do when you're in the middle of nowhere? Wash up, have some midnight snack, and go to bed early. I'll sleep peacefully with you tonight. You can have a good chat with him."
Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded.
After taking a shower, it was already Ping An's usual sleeping time.
Zhang Guoqing didn't care about midnight snacks. He asked Aunt Chen to stay in his study first and carried his son back to the bedroom. Looking at his son's eyes shining with joy, he couldn't bear to blame him after all.
He slowed down his tone, "Dad was too careless last time and didn't even realize that Ping An was being bullied. Do you remember whose old woman that was?"
"Dad, I was wrong."
Zhang Guoqing held him in his arms and patted him, "Dad doesn't think it's wrong. If someone bullies you, you fight back, that's right. No one will dare to talk nonsense in front of you again."
Ping An's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded, "Let's finish what's right now. Next, Dad wants to talk to you about what's wrong. Are you sleepy now? How about we find another time to talk?"
"I'm not sleepy. I miss my dad."
Zhang Guoqing felt sad after hearing this, "Wait until Dad gets a holiday to spend some time with you."
Looking at the child's beaming face, Zhang Guoqing suddenly didn't want to discuss right or wrong. What was right? What was wrong? Who could tell? The child had handled this matter perfectly, so why bother to get to the bottom of it?
Ping An nestled in his arms, blinking his eyes, he whispered, "I know where I went wrong. Grandpa said I should change for the better. If I want to do anything in the future, it's best to let him know so he can help me improve. When he feels it's time to let me go, then I can do whatever I want."
"Why do you want to make the decision on your own? Aren't you worried about ruining your grandfather's plan? Or what if you don't do it well?"
Ping An touched his fingers together and said with his head down, "The other day I asked Grandpa why he didn't let everyone know that Grandma wasn't a Lin family child. Grandpa said he would find a suitable opportunity to announce it in the next two days.
I knew it as soon as I heard it, and I could tell others. Dad, you don’t know those people come to our door every day. I hate seeing them.”
Zhang Guoqing laughed happily and kissed her several times. "Dad hates them too. You did a great job this time. If you want to do anything in the future, you'd better tell us first. Remember the wound on Dad's neck last time? When your mom saw someone hurt Dad, she picked up a stool and hit them, and kicked them several times.
Think about it, if you get hurt, what will your mother do? She will cry out of pain and will find someone to fight with her. So, son, for your mother, you must avoid danger when doing things.
You were less than a year old at the time. To let you know that being pricked by a needle hurt, your mother pricked her finger with a needle. The blood flowed out, and your father was heartbroken. But your mother said that only by bleeding could you remember.
Ping An hugged his father's neck tightly, "Dad, I remember everything. I haven't forgotten. I will be a good boy in the future and not make Mom angry."
Zhang Guoqing replied to him solemnly, OK!
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