Chapter 95 He's a child, not a mentally challenged one.
The little boy greeted Wen Yao politely: "Aunt Yao, it's been a long time. You're still as beautiful as ever."
That's right, it's you, Fu Yitu!
Wen Yao quickly opened the door and pulled Fu Yitu inside.
Wen Yao had never seen such a bizarre entrance before. She carefully examined Fu Yitu's entire body, pinching his cheeks and tugging at his arms.
Fortunately, I wasn't injured.
Wen Yao looked at Fu Yitu seriously: "Were those two strange people kidnappers or human traffickers?"
"Why did I bring you to my doorstep?"
Fu Yitu's voice was calm, as if he were used to it: "Those two people are my father and mother."
"They're going on their honeymoon, so they sent me to stay with Uncle Jin for a month."
ha?
Wen Yao could hardly believe her ears. What kind of nonsense was this?
She tried to calm herself down: "But you just turned ten not long ago, and they're already on their honeymoon?"
As Fu Yitu straightened his slightly wrinkled suit jacket, he replied, "Yes, they go on their honeymoon every year."
After bringing Fu Yitu back into the house, Wen Yao learned the whole story.
It turns out that Fu's cousin and his wife got married because the baby was pregnant. The baby was already 6 months old when they got married, so it was inconvenient for them to go on their honeymoon.
Both of them loved to have fun and deeply regretted this incident.
However, they didn't regret it for long. Just one month after Fu Yitu was born, the two suddenly had a whim and decided to leave the child behind for their honeymoon, and they did the same every year thereafter.
Wen Yao's eyebrows twitched. It was already difficult enough for a family to have one oddball, but Fu Yitu's family actually had a pair of "hidden dragons and phoenix chicks".
No wonder Fu Yitu is so calm and composed at such a young age.
Wen Yao: "Then they could have just brought you in directly. Why did they dress you up as a human trafficker? You scared me."
Fu Yitu: "When they brought me here the year before last, Uncle Jin said it would be the last time."
"So this year they decided to act first and inform others later."
Wen Yao became somewhat interested, "So where did you go last year?"
Fu Yitu sighed, "Last year I went to Aunt Yan Yan's house, and she took me to the water park. I was sick for half a month after I got home."
Well, as expected of Xiaoyan.
"If Aunt Yaoyao doesn't like me bothering her, I can go home," Fu Yitu's childish voice was calm and even.
Wen Yao noticed his unconsciously clenched little hands and burst out laughing:
"It's okay, we're both free anyway, we can play together from morning till night."
Fu Yitu's eyes were bright, and he seemed very happy, but his voice revealed a hint of difficulty:
"But I'm not a free person. I still have to go to school, so I can't play with Aunt Yaoyao from morning till night."
What? Is she the only one with nothing to do? Wen Yao refused to accept it!
She pressed her lips together and said, "Isn't it summer vacation now?"
"Yes, but I still have a lot to learn." Fu Yitu counted on his fingers, "Four piano lessons a week, five math olympiad lessons, two art lessons, two horseback riding lessons..."
Wen Yao was dumbfounded. Being the heir of a large family is really not easy. Although you don't need to be an expert in everything, you still need to know a little about everything.
A hint of sympathy flickered in Wen Yao's eyes: "Yi Tu, aren't you tired?"
Fu Yitu shook his head with a smile: "I'm not tired. I enjoy learning, just like I enjoy taking exams."
Wen Yao was a bit of a jerk. Although her grades had always been good, she forced herself to study in order to survive. She had never actually seen anyone who liked studying and taking exams.
"How could anyone like taking exams?" Wen Yao really didn't understand.
"Because I'm still a vain little kid." Fu Yitu blinked his round eyes, a little embarrassed. "Every time my grades come out and I'm way ahead of everyone else, I'm happy for a long time."
Wen Yao sighed and patted his head. "Okay, I'm a terrible student, so it's hard for me to understand this kind of joy."
The cardboard box containing Fu Yitu also contained some clothes and daily necessities, which Wen Yao helped him move into the house he used to live in.
Fu Yitu, familiar with the process, quickly and meticulously began tidying up.
Wen Yao looked left and right, but found no way to make a move. She stared longingly at Fu Yitu:
"Yitu, is there anything I can do to help you?"
Fu Yitu stroked his chin thoughtfully, then took out a game console from his bag. "Aunt Yaoyao, I'm stuck on level 193. Can you sit on the bed and help me play for a while?"
Wen Yao was speechless. Was this some kind of joke?
She had previously read online that when she was a child, if she wanted to help her family make dumplings, her mother would throw her a piece of dough to send her away.
Isn't the game console in her hand playing the same role as the dough?
When Fu Jinzhi returned home that evening, he was not surprised to see Fu Yitu sitting with Wen Yao.
It's that time of year again when that unreliable couple sends their child around everywhere, and this year it's his turn again.
Despite her complaints, Fu Jinzhi still instructed the kitchen to prepare more light and suitable food for children.
At dinner time, Fu Jinzhi sat down close to Wen Yao and ate with his left hand with practiced ease.
Because his right hand had to hold Wen Yao's hand from time to time.
Fu Jinzhi: "Yaoyao, how's your inspiration today? How many words did you write?"
Wen Yao swallowed the food in her mouth and replied confidently, "Very good. I wrote a full 2,500 words today, and the current draft progress is 11,023."
Fu Jinzhi was about to say something when she noticed Fu Yitu's expression, which was both surprised and disgusted.
Fu Jinzhi raised an eyebrow: "Why are you looking at things instead of eating?"
"Be careful, you might never grow tall and end up as a short, stout person."
Fu Yitu put down his chopsticks completely, his expression indescribable. "Uncle Jin, the family rules are: no talking while eating, no talking while sleeping."
Fu Jinzhi's handsome face held a wicked air: "The rules are set for you unmarried brats."
"If you are financially independent like me, with a car, a house, and a career, you can speak whenever you want."
Fu Yitu rolled his eyes: "It's fine to talk while eating, but why do you keep disturbing Aunt Yaoyao's meal!"
Fu Jinzhi was puzzled. How had he disturbed Wen Yao's meal? He had just been busy adding food to Wen Yao's plate.
Seeing Fu Jinzhi's confusion, Fu Yitu's eyes were filled with the speechless thought, "You're hopeless, you can't even see your own mistakes."
He pointed to Fu Jinzhi and Wen Yao's clasped hands and asked, "Why do you always hold Aunt Yao Yao's hand when you eat?"
Even his clingy parents, who are always so affectionate, are not like Fu Jinzhi!
So that's what they were talking about. Fu Jinzhi's ears turned slightly red, but her expression remained unchanged: "You don't understand. Couples with good relationships hold hands while eating."
Fu Yitu wrinkled his nose. He was a child, not a mentally challenged one. How could he be fooled by such words?
His voice was low and gloomy: "Then why don't my parents hold hands while eating, why don't my grandparents hold hands while eating, and why don't my great-grandparents hold hands while eating..."
He concluded definitively: "Only the two of you are like this!"
Wen Yao had never been in a relationship before, so she could only follow her feelings and never thought there was anything wrong with what Fu Jinzhi was doing.
Now that the children have seriously refuted my points with examples, I belatedly feel a little embarrassed.
But there was only one thing, and she quickly said without blushing or skipping a beat: "Your Uncle Jin is naturally cold-sensitive, I'm just warming him up."
Fu Yitu: "..."
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