Chapter 2020 "Brother Feng, your pacifier is showing."...
After Aunt Luo came, Meiguo's appetite doubled and she grew taller. Plus, she ate snacks every day, so her weight skyrocketed.
Feng Ci was now beginning to feel tired holding her with one arm, and had to use both arms to hold her for longer periods of time. It was certainly a good thing that the child was not picky about food, but the weight had to be controlled.
Feng Ci planned to reduce Berry's snacks and picked a warmer weekend to take Berry to play basketball.
Before going out, the fat child jumped and skipped around as if she was going on a spring outing, but when she found that Feng Ci took her to a bare basketball court with nothing on it, the little flame of enthusiasm was extinguished.
Feng Ci demonstrated a three-point shot and a standing dunk to Meiguo. His movements were clean and smooth, and even if one didn't understand basketball, it was still pleasing to the eye.
"Don't rush to reach my level. Learn to bounce the ball first. I'll teach you other skills when you're older."
Berry, whose soul has left her body: "Okay, okay."
"Okay," Feng Ci put the ball in her hand, "Go ahead."
Three-year-old human cubs don't have the right limbs yet, and they often miss the ball. Either they don't hit it hard enough, and the basketball doesn't bounce, or they hit it too hard, and it bounces over a meter high. Scared, the child turns and runs, shouting back, "Don't chase me, please!"
Coward, Feng Ci laughed muffledly.
Soon Berry got tired of filming and ran over panting, saying, "When are we going home? I'm hungry."
Feng Ci glanced at the time and said, "I'm already hungry after only five minutes of filming. That egg, milk, and burger I had this morning wasted."
"Because I ate Han Baobao, Han Daddy was eaten by you."
No matter what, she was always right. Feng Ci didn't argue with Meiguo. He raised his chin and asked, "Do you want to try throwing a couple of balls?"
Berry looked up at the basketball hoop that was more than three meters above the ground and felt that it was taller than the sky. Oh, it was a little monster.
Berry shook his head repeatedly.
"You can sit on my shoulders and shoot." Feng Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, "and experience the perspective of a 1.87 meter tall person."
This is a VIP seat that cannot be bought with money, so it’s a bargain for her.
The fat kid with the upper body of a sloth climbed up Feng Ci's trouser leg: "Let me see, let me see."
Meiguo rode on Fengci's neck and shook her head. She had never had such a broad vision before. She felt that the air was sweet and fresh. She grabbed Fengci's ears with both hands and said with a smile:
"Now I'm a little monster too."
"Berry, where are you pulling? Let go!"
"I didn't ask you to pull my hair."
"Stop playing and throw the ball."
Feng Ci held the child's butt with both hands and tried hard to control his core. From the moment Meiguo sat on him, he knew that every pound of meat on this guy was genuine and not a single bite of food was eaten in vain.
Berry raised his face, having the illusion that the basket was within reach. The child, with his confidence swelling, held the ball in both hands, closed his eyes and threw it casually.
The basketball hit the basket with a bang and bounced straight back. Feng Ci dodged quickly and prevented the ball from hitting the child's head.
"Didn't I just teach you how to pitch? Why are you throwing it blindly and secretly practicing your iron head skills?"
"Throw it well, don't throw it randomly."
"Uh-huh!"
Meiguo agreed verbally, but in reality, he ignored her and continued to throw it away as he pleased. Feng Ci hid everywhere like a whacked mole.
The original intention was to help Meiguo lose weight, but the child was not tired, but Feng Ci, who was carrying the child around the field, was exhausted.
"No more playing." Feng Ci said with a sour face, putting the child on the ground, "Stand still."
"Why don't you play?"
Feng Ci sat down on a bench to the side, bent his legs and rested, saying casually, "My legs are sore."
Without saying a word, Meiguo lay on his lap and hugged him tightly: "My face is very sweet, and when we are together it is sour and sweet."
You don’t have a sweet face, you have a sweet mouth, Feng Ci replied in his heart.
He helped the child sit up and said, "Let's go home later. Someone is coming."
"Who is it?"
"you guess."
Meiguo held his knees and sang in a strange voice: "Don't guess, don't guess, I don't guess, no matter who comes, I won't guess, whoever wants to guess can guess~"
"Brother Feng!"
Speak of the devil and he will appear. Zhang Mai ran over waving his hands from a distance. Beside Fang Chengxuan and Jiang Hao, there were a few boys that Meiguo had never seen before.
Yesterday, Zhang Mai and a few others asked him to play basketball. Feng Ci hadn't played basketball for more than two months, so he agreed because he felt a little itchy.
While old man Feng Ci was letting himself go, he did not forget to leave someone to look after Meiguo.
The agile young men were chasing each other on the basketball court, sweating profusely. Feng Ci's figure on the basketball court was like a gust of wind, unrestrained and flamboyant.
After just two rounds of fighting, another group of people rushed here. Feng Ci and his men knew this group of people because they had fought with them years ago.
"Damn, why are those bastards from No. 5 Middle School here?"
"They're here to take over the territory. The basketball court on the other side is occupied by No. 3 Middle School. There are more tough guys in No. 3 Middle School, so they don't dare to take it, so they come here to act wildly."
"What are you afraid of? Brother Feng is here today, and we won't lose if we fight!"
"Why are you hitting me? Didn't you see Xiao Guozi? What if you get scared?"
Feng Ci frowned and glanced at the child sitting outside the field drinking water from a little rabbit cup.
Feng Ci increased his scoring speed, finished his round, and walked towards Mei Guo: "Are you hungry?"
"Hungry."
"Okay, then..."
"Come on, if you're so bad at fighting, stop occupying the toilet without doing anything."
The faces of several people who were originally planning to leave changed. Meiguo, who was staying outside, didn't know why these older brothers suddenly started dancing.
Feng Ci immediately pulled himself away from the crowd and covered the child's ears and eyes.
Zhang Mai and the troublemaker on the opposite side were pushing and shoving each other, both of them were young men with strong blood and as big as bulls, and their competition was about skills and endurance.
Zhang Mai relied on his tall and strong body to overpower the opponent, but the boy used a dirty trick, a black bear heart-piercing move that caught him off guard, and he fell to the ground holding his chest.
Zhang Mai was so angry that he yelled, "You f**king know how to grab my chest muscles!"
It’s shameless and uncultured to catch someone!
The boy stuck his neck out and yelled, "Don't flatter yourself. You have shitty pecs, and it's unlucky that you got a lot of fat on my hands!"
Hey, how do you talk?
Amidst the chaos on both sides, a sneaky little fellow slid over to Zhang Mai and noticed his elbow was bruised and bleeding. He widened his eyes and shouted:
"Brother Feng, come and see!"
"Brother Xiao Zhang is cumming."
The whole audience was silent.
Feng Ci silently carried the child away.
*
After the start of his senior year, Feng Ci rarely went for a morning run. On the one hand, he didn't have time, and on the other hand, he was as lazy as a pig's berry.
She used to follow him happily like a little tail, but now, except when he goes out to find food or play with friends, he can't call her at all.
It was a little late when I came out of the basketball court. The breakfast shop I usually go to was closed, but the Shaxian snacks were still open.
"Eat something?"
"Eat something!"
Feng Ci wanted to train Meiguo's independent ability, so after they sat down, he didn't take over everything as usual, but encouraged her to order by herself.
Meiguo clenched her fists and walked behind the boss. After thinking for a while, she spoke with full energy:
"Hello, boss. Do you have dumplings wearing capes?"
The boss startled and turned around. He saw a short little guy standing behind him. He had a round head and looked a little cute.
She laughed and said, "There are dumplings, but no cape."
Feng Ci held his forehead and said, "Boss, she's talking about wontons."
The boss slapped his head and said, "Oh, it's wontons. I have them. How many bowls do you want?"
Berry held up a finger: "I want a bowl."
"Okay, anything else?"
"Well, I need porridge made from eight babies." Meiguo looked around and waved her hands, "Forget it, there's no need. You don't have any babies here."
She is the only baby, and the difference is too great and not enough.
Feng Ci: "Boss, another bowl of eight-treasure porridge."
The boss suddenly realized what was going on, and walked towards the kitchen with a helpless look on his face. He quickly took out his mobile phone to share it with his friends.
*
There is a 5A-level forest park in City A, which is a popular local tourist attraction. Tourists from all over the world can be seen everywhere in the park.
When Feng Ci was a child, his parents liked to take him to the park for walks on weekends and teach him about various plants. At that time, the Internet was not well developed, and most of the people visiting the park were local residents. Unlike now, you can hear dialects from all over the country, even mixed with English, Japanese and Korean.
After this park became popular, Feng Ci never came again. He thought the scenery there was all boring, as he had seen it before.
But he thought that Berry might miss home and miss the forest where she grew up, so after the monthly exam, he quickly bought tickets online and took Berry to visit the park.
The crisp air of early spring carries the unique moisture of the soil, a unique and pleasant smell, and the berries are spinning around excitedly.
She pointed at the towering Metasequoia trees and said, "Xiu Xiu and I slept here together. Its fruits are a bit spicy, so the insects don't dare to bite me."
Feng Ci understood that it was probably a tree similar to Metasequoia, and its fruit had an insect repellent effect.
"Brother Feng, there are big mushrooms over there!"
Meiguo ran towards the group of people who were bending over to pick mushrooms. Feng Ci followed and saw the orange-yellow, fleshy things on the wet ground at a glance.
Feng Ci corrected him, "That's not a mushroom. It's a kind of fungus called chanterelles. They taste good. If you want to eat them, pick two and take them home."
It just so happened that she brought a small handbag with her, which could keep the food fresh and save him the trouble of carrying it, killing two birds with one stone.
Meiguo was busy picking mushrooms on the ground, while Feng Ci was lazily standing by, feeling at ease and doing nothing.
Feng Ci estimated the time in his mind, and when he felt it was about time, he took the reluctant child and left.
Berry touched her flat little bag. The thought of having a snack in the evening made her full of energy, and she searched for other big mushrooms with her sharp eyes.
As they were walking, Meiguo stopped and pointed downwards: "Brother Feng, the bird is lying on the ground and sleeping."
Feng Ci glanced at him and said, "He's not sleeping, he's dead."
There are always clumsy birds that crash into trees and get crushed by passing cars.
Feng Ci's face was indifferent. He stood with his hands behind his back, waiting for the child to ask what death was. He wanted to take this opportunity to impart new knowledge to the child, so that he could understand that death and protecting innocence were not in conflict.
"I know, I'm a little witch."
Meiguo rolled her eyes at Feng Ci and said something in a childish voice that was completely beyond Feng Ci's expectations.
"Little flowers and grass will wither, little babies will become old babies, and when they are old they will die and be buried in the ground as nutrients for the earth, and then they will turn into new little flowers and grass."
"The little bird will soon become a little flower and grass."
Feng Ci stared blankly at the little girl in overalls and rain boots in front of him, who had almost caused her to develop breast nodules several times because of her anger. The shock in his heart could not be described in words.
Berry buried his head in the ground and picked and chose, and found the largest and greenest leaf to cover the bird.
"Cover it with a small blanket and it won't be cold."
The child is kind-hearted, and Feng Ci feels a little proud because he picked up the child.
He spoke softly, a rare moment: "What flower do you like? When I die, I will turn into it."
"Brother Feng, you can't change."
"Why?" Feng Ci was unconvinced. "Do you know how high my muscle mass is? I would be great nourishment."
"Because you're different." Meiguo stood up and hugged his legs, her flower-like eyelashes blinking as she said softly, "When you die, I'll bury you at home and dig you out to look at you when I miss you."
"I told you I loved you very much, did you believe me?"
“…”
Feng Ci: Thank you. I don’t dare to die at all.
At this time, a passerby curiously asked, "Little boy, is this your bird?"
Berry: "No, no, I don't have such a flat bird!"
The two of them walked in the park for three hours, and Meiguo finally clamored for a rest. There was a bench on the side of the road for tourists to rest, so the little fat boy got off Feng Ci's back and sat down on it.
Feng Ci was glad that he worked out, otherwise his waist would have been broken after three hours.
There was a family of three sitting on the bench next to them. The woman was holding a two-month-old baby in her arms. Berry had never seen such a small baby. She suspected that the baby had not eaten and was so hungry.
Berry, who has a strong sense of empathy, touches the small bag.
Feng Ci was alert: "What do you want to take?"
“Wow—”
The baby's cry was so sudden and penetrating that it frightened Berry so much that he forgot what he was doing.
"Hey, the child is hungry, give him something to drink."
"I just fed you half an hour ago, why are you hungry again?"
"Babies should eat small meals frequently. Don't delay and feed them quickly."
The woman who forgot to bring milk powder with her was very troubled. It was really embarrassing to breastfeed in public.
But babies cry unreasonably, and in the absence of a mother-and-child room nearby, the woman had no choice but to unbutton her clothes and feed the baby in order to comfort the crying baby as quickly as possible.
As a husband, the man consciously stood up to cover his wife.
Generally speaking, most people would choose to avoid, except for human cubs. Berry jumped off the chair and squatted in front of the person, looking at him with his chin propped up.
Feng Ci was petrified on the spot. The next second, he said, "Berry, come back here! That's not something you can look at!"
Feng Ci's face turned red as blood dripped out, and he roared hysterically.
Berry shrank her neck: "Okay, okay, don't be so loud."
The child turned around and walked back to Feng Ci, still looking at the next door.
Feng Ci forced her head to turn around: "Don't stare at others like that, it's very presumptuous and will make others uncomfortable!"
"Brother Feng, what is Auntie doing to the baby?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Then ask it myself."
Feng Ci's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Auntie is feeding the baby."
"I have milk, I can feed you."
"Put it down. Babies can't have yogurt."
"Oh okay."
It was not advisable to stay here for long. Feng Ci bent down ninety degrees to apologize to the couple next door, then fled the scene with the little bastard who had killed him.
Feng Ci found a secluded corner to settle accounts with the little bastard. As soon as he opened his mouth, the little bastard tilted his head and asked in a confused manner:
"Brother Feng, do all mothers breastfeed their babies?"
“…”
The seal is stuck.
The child's question involuntarily made him think of the scene of the baby slurping milk, the mother's gentle expression and the action of stroking the baby's back, which showed how much she loved her baby.
He couldn't help but lower his eyes again. The round and plump face like Crayon Shin-chan was so cute, but the envy in the child's eyes made him feel a little sad.
At least he had a happy childhood and enjoyed unconditional maternal love, but Meiguo didn't, and no one knew how many times she had experienced such a scene.
Feng Ci chose to forgive.
He gently touched the child's small round head: "Some babies drink milk powder, but that's not important. Don't you want to eat roasted bullfrog? Let's go."
*
The day's experience made Feng Ci realize that he must keep exercising. Children grow too fast, and the consequence of neglecting exercise is likely to be a back strain when holding a child.
After finishing a set of papers in the evening, Feng Ci put on a loose sports vest and lay on the ground to do push-ups.
Grunting and coughing.
Meiguo held her little rabbit cup and drank water, her blue eyes fixed on Feng Ci. She looked so focused, as if she was fascinated by the handsome tenor.
Feng Ci's peripheral vision was filled with berries. He panted slightly and turned his head to ask deliberately, "What are you looking at?"
Meiguo scratched her head, pouted her little mouth for a long time, and then giggled: "Brother Feng, your pacifier is showing."
“…Get lost!!”
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