Chapter 294 One Hundred Percent
Cancan's upper body lay in Shen Jiazhou's arms, thinking about this and that, with an effortful look on her face.
But it took too long for a little kid like him...
Shen Jiazhou understood as soon as he saw his face. He sighed quietly, "I thought the baby was the smartest and had the best memory in the world. It seems that I was wrong. It's okay. If you can't remember it, then you can't remember it. I was just asking casually. Don't take it to heart."
Cancan got anxious when he heard this. He said, "I remember! I remember!"
He tried hard to think about it, and finally figured it out. He quickly got up and tried to organize his words: "Uncle, that day you just, just... uh... just..."
Cancan was stuck. He didn't know how to describe it to his uncle.
Teacher Shen Jiazhou patiently encouraged: "If the baby can't speak, can he use actions to reproduce it?"
Cancan nodded quickly: "I can!"
He thought about it, and sat down next to Shen Jiazhou. He moved his head over but found that he could only rest on his uncle's arm. He took off his shoes quickly and stood on a chair, then knelt on the chair. Now he could rest his head on his uncle.
Cancan shouted: "Uncle, you are like this! You are still like this!"
He rubbed it, and Shen Jiazhou was a little dazed: "I'm still like this?"
Cancan hummed: "Yes!"
Because it was so loud, passers-by couldn't help but focus their eyes on the two of them. After seeing their faces, they couldn't help but praise them: "Your children are so cute."
Cancan shouted again: "Thank you, Auntie! You are very beautiful too!"
The passerby walked away smiling.
Shen Jiazhou couldn't help but said, "Keep your voice down."
Are you afraid that others don’t know about your uncle?
Then he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with me?"
Cancan straightened his head, thought for a while, then sat down and shook his feet.
Shen Jiazhou took a breath, bent down, picked up his shoes and put them on him.
Cancan jumped off the bench and stretched out his hand to Shen Jiazhou. Shen Jiazhou stretched out his hand in confusion, but Cancan held it tightly: "You are still like this! You want your aunt to lead you by the hand!"
Shen Jiazhou's eyes widened. He looked down at his and Cancan's tightly held hands and replied subconsciously, "No."
"You did!" Cancan replied loudly, but then she thought of something and covered her mouth with her other hand, muttering, "Can I whisper?"
Shen Jiazhou no longer cared whether Cancan was loud or not, he retorted: "Impossible, I didn't."
Cancan was a little angry, he pouted his lips: "You do, uncle! You can't not believe me!"
Shen Jiazhou had a headache and asked patiently, "What else did I do?"
Cancan sat back next to Shen Jiazhou and said earnestly, "Uncle, I've said before that you are like a child."
Shen Jiazhou vaguely felt that something was wrong.
Cancan originally didn’t remember that she was angry that day, but now as she was recalling it, it all came back to her mind.
Cancan said helplessly and angrily, "You insisted that your aunt lead you, otherwise you wouldn't leave. I had no choice but to lead you and use my other hand to hold the toy for me. I couldn't even lead your aunt!"
Shen Jiazhou's head buzzed and he was a little confused.
As Cancan recalled the past through words and gestures, he seemed to have recalled some fragmented memories.
"I'm not stupid."
"Why don't you hold my hand?"
"It's not Mr. Shen, it's Shen Jiazhou"
“…”
Cancan shook the hand he and his uncle were holding tightly together: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Jiazhou came back to his senses, and his eyes moved around their holding hands: "...It's okay."
Cancan didn't believe it: "Uncle, Auntie said that if you have anything that makes you unhappy, you should tell her, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable and cry."
So we should talk about happy things, and even more so about unhappy things.
Shen Jiazhou touched his head and said, "Baby, uncle wants to ask you something."
Cancan stood up: "Uncle, ask."
Shen Jiazhou didn't ask for a long time, and Cancan was getting a little bored waiting.
But at this moment, he saw his aunt coming back and immediately forgot about his uncle's matter.
"Aunt~"
When Shen Jiazhou heard Cancan calling Wen Shuqiao, he subconsciously looked up. Wen Shuqiao had a smile on her face, her long hair fluttering in the air, she was holding a bright bouquet of flowers in her arms, and the sunlight enveloped her so gently.
Flower fairy, Shen Jiazhou thought.
He no longer had any questions. When he saw Wen Shuqiao, he already had a 100% answer and certainty.
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