Who’s The Boss?

Chapter 22 Early Childhood Mr. Xiao Yu

Because I ran into a ‘Yellow Hair Monster’ in the afternoon, from school to home, Yun Bao’s children held Mrs. Yu’s hand at all times. If they couldn’t hold hands, they would make a small tail to follow.

When Song Qingcheng went to the kitchen, the little guy immediately turned over, slid down from the sofa, and caught up with him with small steps. After being found, he straightened his belly and explained confidently, “Rainbow drinks milk.”

It means, I go to the kitchen to get milk and just drop in with you.

Mrs. Yu snorted, too lazy to talk to the little bastard, and went straight into the kitchen to get ice water to drink.

Then, the little **** slowly came in, pulling his trousers with one hand behind him, and saw Song Qingcheng who was playing with his mobile phone while leaning on the liu desk. He followed along, and Xiao Rou grabbed the edge of the liu desk and asked: ” What are you doing?”

“…” Song Qingcheng glanced at him with the phone before turning around.

Shen Che replied to her on WeChat.

After a series of haha ​​laughter, Shen Che wrote: “Your child is a premature child.”

Song Qingcheng turned his head, glanced at his son who was still dangling in the kitchen, and typed and told Shen Che: “I don’t know if I don’t know it early. It’s true that I like to report.”

In the evening, Yu Tingchuan had just entered the house and was dragged into the corner by his youngest son.

The little guy was mysterious, and whispered to his father that his mother knew a Huang Mao, Huang Mao liked flowers, and even talked to him, the child spoke upside down, occasionally slurred, nevertheless, when a father, he understood his son. Meaning, picked up the child in his arms, and asked him as he walked to the living room: “Is it an uncle?”

The little friend Yun Bao pretended to think for a few seconds, then nodded, circled his father’s neck, with his soft cheeks pressed against his father, and whispered, “Rainbow looks at his mother and ignores him.”

On the sofa, Song Qingcheng saw that the father and son were talking and laughing, but did not listen to anything, and continued to tutor Joice’s homework.

As Joice’s grades are getting higher and higher, some problems are vaguely exposed because of hearing loss. Once the knowledge taught by the teacher is complicated, even if he understands the lip language, it is difficult for Joice to quickly understand the meaning of the teacher.

Song Qingcheng and Yu Tingchuan have discussed Joice’s situation.

After listening to Yu Tingchuan, he pondered for a moment, and said, “Respect the child’s own opinions. If the child feels that he can’t keep up with the progress, he will consider the issue of transfer at that time.”

Song Qingcheng nodded, and then asked Joice himself.

Joice doesn’t want to go to a school for deaf children.

Just like he told Song Qingcheng for the first time a few years ago, he is trying to be an ordinary child. Now, he has learned how to speak. Although he is not very smooth, he can already express his thoughts because of his With bad ears, he will learn to learn from each other in the future.

In mid-June, Mu Jingrong visited the grassroots and made a special detour to visit his grandson.

That day, it happened to be Wednesday afternoon.

The school Mu Jingrong went directly to, he changed into casual clothes, and was followed by only one bodyguard. When he appeared outside the classroom, it was in the classroom, through the classroom window, he found his grandson at a glance.

The little boy sits in his seat. It’s not like the previous kids running and playing around. There are a lot of things on the desk. Joice’s expression is focused. He is putting together a small car, holding parts in his hand. After the collision, he just pursed his mouth, and then continued his work.

When the bell rang for class, Joice swept everything into the drawer.

Obviously it is not the first time to be proficient in movements.

Mu Jingrong stood with his back on his back, standing outside the classroom, observing his grandson. When the teacher started the class, he turned around and went to the head teacher’s office. He asked the child’s learning situation and made sure that there was no major problem. He heard the get out of class bell and pressed his hands on his knees. Get up from the chair, turn back to the classroom to look at his grandson.

Seeing grandpa, Joice immediately ran out of the classroom.

When asked where the car model came from, Joice told grandpa truthfully that he bought it online.

“Aunt helped me set up, set the receiving address, I can, and I can buy it myself.” Joice said, thinking of something, and added: “And it’s not expensive, mine, Alipay, rich, Aunt gave me, recharged One thousand yuan.”

After a long passage, Joice still has a little difficulty speaking out.

Even so, for Mu Jingrong, it is a good thing to be happy about.

The child was diagnosed with deafness in both ears and could not speak until he was four years old. Both the Yu Mu family thought that the child would never speak again in his life. Now, seeing his grandson speak every word, Mu Jingrong is always comforted. Can’t help but reach out and touch the grandson’s head.

Then, Mu Jingrong asked his grandson: “The final exam is about to be taken soon. When my grandpa asks your grandma to pick you up during the holiday, how about staying with grandpa and grandma for two months?”

Joice understood his lips, raised his hand and grabbed the base of his ear, a little embarrassed, and then his eyes flickered: “Brother is very troublesome, Dad is busy at work, Aunt also wants to go to school, if I’m not there, will my brother be uncomfortable?”

Mu Jingrong smiled: “There is no nanny at home, even if you are there, you are still a child, how can you take care of your younger brother?”

“No, no.” Joice replied solemnly: “I will buy my brother, buy gifts, and help him make things, Aunt said, because I’m here, she didn’t throw his brother out of the house.”

Implication: I’m gone, what should I do if my brother is thrown away?

The smile on Mu Jingrong’s face faded. I couldn’t tell that this was the excuse my grandson asked for. The little guy had lived ambitiously in Nancheng and no longer wanted to stay with their old man and old woman.

As if knowing his grandfather’s sadness, Joice said again: “Then I will first ask Dad if there are any other arrangements. If not, I will go to Beijing and stay for a few days.”

Just stay for a few days, not for one month or two months.

Mu Jingrong sighed silently, thinking that this was the only child left by his daughter. Now that he is not dependent on them, it will inevitably make him feel sad, but it is more comforting, because the child said that, at least it shows that he is really doing well here. Therefore, he did not force his grandson: “Then grandpa is waiting for your call.”

Then he saw the little guy breathe a sigh of relief.

Mu Jingrong didn’t stay long. He had to catch the 6 o’clock flight on the Internet. When he got out of school, he noticed a red beetle outside the door.

As school time was approaching, many parents gathered outside the school.

The guard drove the car over quickly. Just as Mu Jingrong was about to get on the car, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a tea shop on the side of the road. A two or three-year-old boy was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, his head was buttoned upside down and his cap was held in both hands. After taking a cup of ice cream, I walked away step by step.

Just thinking about how there is no parent, Mu Jingrong saw the young woman walking behind the child.

The other party lowered his head and put the change he found in his bag.

The young woman was holding a glass of drink in her left hand. It hadn’t been opened yet, as if it was bought for another child to drink. Maybe Mu Jingrong’s eyes were too sharp.