When the door opened, everyone immediately saw the thin and frail old woman.
The old lady stood at the door looking haggard, holding her sleeping grandson in her arms.
Behind him was a sickly, thin young woman with a sallow complexion, who looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
The anger that the group had been holding in immediately subsided.
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The old get old, the sick get sick, and the young get young.
The only capable son is someone who leaves early and returns late.
Looking at his sickly wife, his naive grandson, and his son who was so busy he was practically invisible, working like a slave and risking his life to earn money—
Tsk tsk tsk—
What a kind old lady!
He is a straightforward and open-minded person, but his life is just too hard.
He ended up with a sick wife.
How can an ordinary family afford to get sick?
Seeing all this, the crowd, with their dark circles under their eyes, couldn't bring themselves to blame them.
The result of being soft-hearted for a moment is that the mountain won't come to me; I have to go to the mountain.
Human habits are indeed terrifying.
Gradually, the residents began to get used to the little fat boy's crying.
Sometimes, if there isn't any noise on a particular night, it's actually the other people who can't fall asleep.
Amidst all the chaos and commotion, the chubby boy grew up healthy and strong until he was two years old.
Lin Chuyu has passed away.
The chubby boy touched Lin Chuyu's icy-cold hand, then huddled in Zhuo He's arms and cried his heart out.
He didn't know what death was, but he knew that no matter how much he cried or made a fuss, the person lying in the bed, the person who was so good to him, kept his eyes closed and refused to open them again.
His father told him that his mother was tired and that he should stop crying because it would disturb her sleep.
The chubby boy sniffled, obediently listened, and gave a pitiful "oh".
For surviving adults, the deceased are a kind of longing that can never be seen again.
But for the forgetful Zhuo Zhiyuan, Lin Chuyu is his mother, a very gentle mother who is the best to him.
Apart from that, Xiao Zhuozhiyuan had no further memories of his mother.
During his childhood, adolescence, and childhood years, the two most important people in his life were Grandma Zhuo and Zhuo He.
Zhuo He is always very busy with work.
After all, managing a large business empire is not easy.
So, every day, Grandma Zhuo would hold little Zhuo Zhiyuan's hand and sweep through the square dance aunties' circle in Xingfu Community.
Unsurprisingly, Grandma Zhuo became the most prestigious leader in the square dance circle, frequently leading the community square dance team to participate in various group competitions.
In other words, Grandma Zhuo is now the undisputed queen of square dancing in Xingfu Community.
At that time, Zhuo Zhiyuan, who was still blowing snot bubbles, had already become a little tyrant in the neighborhood by virtue of his own strength.
His power and tyranny stemmed from his insatiable supply of snacks and countless novel toys.
"Today I want to be a prince."
Xiao Zhuo Zhiyuan, hands on his hips and belly protruding, spoke in a loud and forceful voice to the children who were gathered in a circle.
Beside him was a little dumpling with her hair in a topknot, her eyes shining as she stared at the chocolate in Zhuo Zhiyuan's hand.
"Okay, okay!"
The little dumpling slurped its saliva and nodded in agreement without any principles.
The other little ones immediately agreed in unison.
Only the little girl playing the princess burst into tears.
"Waaaah—I don't want one, I don't want a fat prince, the princes on TV are all skinny."
Xiao Zhuo Zhiyuan frowned and said in a gruff voice, "If you don't agree, then you can't be a princess."
After saying that, she ruthlessly pushed the little girl playing the princess out of the small circle.
The isolated little girl burst into tears.
Xiao Zhuo Zhiyuan's expression immediately changed, and he said with a look of disgust, "All you do is cry. Which princess is like you?"
Upon hearing this, the little girl cried even harder.
In the end, it took Zhuo Zhiyuan 10 chocolates to stop the little girl from crying.
We have to stop him. Yesterday, his grandma told him at home that if he bullies other kids and makes them cry again, she'll take away his snacks and toys. How can that be allowed!
He firmly disagreed.
After playing the game, Grandma Zhuo led me home by the hand.
At dinner time, only Grandma Zhuo, Zhuo He, and Xiao Zhuo Zhiyuan were in the restaurant.
Grandma Zhuo and Zhuo He ate quietly, occasionally exchanging a few words about everyday life.
Xiao Zhuo Zhiyuan didn't care what they were saying.
He stood on his little stool, scooped a spoonful of rice into his mouth, and then ran off to ride his little rocking horse.
Throughout the living room, toys were scattered everywhere by Zhuo Zhiyuan. At this moment, while riding his little wooden horse, Zhuo Zhiyuan continued to throw the toys in his hands around.
"White Dragon Horse, hooves facing west—clack clack clack—oh—I'm flying!"
Biu de yi xia.
Suddenly, a small building block was thrown into Zhuohe's rice bowl.
On the plain-colored building blocks, there were still brown marks left from dried unidentified liquid.
Zhuo He put down his rice bowl, veins throbbing on his forehead.
Lin Chuyu is gentle, quiet, obedient, and well-behaved.
He's not a troublemaker.
Why did they have to give birth to a monkey like Sun Wukong?
"Mom, Zhiyuan will be 3 years old soon. Let's send him to kindergarten when school starts in the fall!"
Grandma Zhuo frowned, somewhat reluctant to agree. What child goes to kindergarten at the age of 3? Zhuo He was 5 years old when he started kindergarten, and he transferred to primary school after a year.
But upon reflection, the current situation is quite different from that of decades ago.
"Okay—let's go! Anyway, the kindergarten isn't far from our neighborhood, and I'll be responsible for picking it up and dropping it off every day."
Grandma Zhuo didn't dwell on it too much. Although she loved Zhuo Zhiyuan, loving him was one thing, and sending him to school was another.
You can't prevent your precious grandson from going to school just because you love him, can you?
You'll have to go to school sooner or later, so you might as well start sooner.
Zhuo He raised an eyebrow, seemingly incredulous, then quickly said, "Alright, then tomorrow we'll have the old house's butler come over and pack our things, and the three of us will move back to the old house!"
Grandma Zhuo frowned, disagreeing: "Who said we have to move back to the old house to start school? There's a kindergarten in Xingfu Community, so let him attend here."
Zhuo He glanced at the old lady but didn't refute her. He just said slowly, "I heard that Gu Sirou's son is a child prodigy with a photographic memory."
The old lady's eyes widened: "Is he really a child prodigy?"
Although her grandson was her precious darling, the old lady knew his temperament all too well.
Thinking that his own little tyrant and the Ji family's boy were the same age, one was a child prodigy and the other was a little tyrant.
It has to be said, the old lady was quite jealous.
She immediately looked at Zhuo He with disdain.
"Chuyu is a smart child, and your father and I are clever too, so how come your genes are so bad?"
Zhuo He, with his poor genes: "..."
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