Chapter 560 Little Dramatist

"It's Xiaopingan."

Geng Dasheng looked at everyone's stunned words proudly, "Listen to my grandma, it happened to be the weekend, and many people went to pick up the children home, and Ping An was digging mud not far from the nursery gate to play.

A mean-spirited old woman asked him if he had visited Mrs. Lin, and when she saw the child bowed her head and ignored others, she kept asking Ping An if she knew that Mrs. Lin was his grandmother's mother when she saw that Aunt Chen was chatting with others. The old lady poisoned his grandma. Probably asked several times in a row, which made the child angry.

At that time, we were very safe. We grabbed the old woman's legs and pulled her, immediately beat her to the ground, twisted her arms, rode on her, and stuffed mud into her mouth. While stuffing it, he shouted, 'That's not my grandma's real mother, that's not my grandma's real mother. '

At that time, there were some soldiers picking up children at the gate. I heard from them that Ping An's movements were very fast, which must have been practiced. Several people came forward to pull him.

He was so angry that he yelled, don't think he is easy to bully. If the mouth is not clean again, he will wash it for her. He ignored it and kept asking.

Everyone scolded that old woman for the children, saying that she was wicked, unconscionable, and deserved it, and it was useless to be picked up by a four or five-year-old child.

Pingan cried aggrievedly and said that he slept with his grandpa and grandpa, and overheard his grandpa telling his grandma not to be sad. Prescribing medicine or something should be repaying her kindness of upbringing. "

Zhang Guoqing held his forehead with a headache.

When Geng Dasheng saw him, he thought he was worried about the child, so he patted him, "Don't worry, it's okay. That day when Uncle Zhou heard the news and rushed over, Ping An immediately wiped away his tears, and in the blink of an eye he was smiling and acting like a spoiled child to Uncle Zhou.

Hearing that Uncle Zhou punished him for riding a horse. The next day I went to school again. But since then, no matter how to coax him, he has stopped talking.

He was not injured that day. Many people praised him for being smart and asked him how he knew he had twisted his arm. He said that when an old hen flops, it twists its wings, and so does a pigeon. "

Yi Jiefang laughed loudly when he heard this, and patted Zhang Guoqing on the back, "As expected of you, I can take him hunting in a few years."

Zhang Guoqing looked at him speechlessly.

"Okay, you go back after the meeting tonight, and I'll help you cover up, okay? The child is still young, so speak slowly, but don't scold him. This is because the child is bloody, so don't wear it down."

Bloody? Bloody hair.

How could his own son know? The little guy must be sneaking around. No wonder my father-in-law didn't tell me about it, maybe even he had a headache.

You ask him why he knew that Ping An acted without authorization?

With his father-in-law's means. Even if he wanted to make a safe shot, he wouldn't let him knock down an adult. No matter how strong the strength is, a four or five-year-old Xiaodouding tends to be weak.

This little showman, where did he learn the tricks? Daughter-in-law, if you don't come back, your son will go to heaven!

After the meeting, Zhang Guoqing didn't have time to go to the dormitory, so he went out, stepped on the 28-bar and pedaled on the empty dirt road, calculating the time in his mind, hoping to catch up before his son went to bed.

If you ask Zhang Guoqing what he has gained the most in the capital in the past few years, he will definitely say that he can walk from home to school with his eyes closed, and he is still the kind who walks through alleys and trails.

Entering the city, there are more street lamps, the lights in the windows of the alleys, and many pedestrians enjoying the shade on the street, which is completely different from the silence in the suburbs.

The old men enjoying the shade at the entrance of the alley play chess and talk about the mountains, the aunts and aunts sit on the pony and chat, and there are some children playing and shuttling.

Zhang Guoqing didn't have time to appreciate the night scenery of the capital and the leisurely life at the entrance of the Hutong. It was like a car and a man in one, and the fast speed brought him closer and closer to home.

When he arrived at the compound, he deliberately checked the time and patted the car seat with satisfaction. This old guy followed him from the northeast to the capital, and his performance did not disappoint him.

"Are you rushing back from school again?"

Zhang Guoqing took out his ID card and said with a smile: "I can't sleep, just exercise."

This summer, people in this city seem to be enjoying the shade and wandering outside. From the moment he entered the gate, he encountered waves, which almost delayed him from seeing the child.

Ping An had just washed up and was about to go to bed. Hearing Zhang Guoqing's return, he ran out excitedly.

A cheerful smile appeared on a small face, and a small hand touched Zhang Guoqing's forehead, "Ah, it's all sweat, I'll take a bath with Dad."

Zhang Guoqing looked at his son cheerfully—how cute he looked.

"Okay. Say hello to grandpa and the others first."

Zhou Xiaozheng went out of the room, and saw the silly father and son, "Say hello, go wash up quickly. Don't walk around at night in the future, what if something happens and you can't go to the village or back to the shop? What should I do? Wash up, have a late night snack, and go to bed early. I will sleep with you safely at night, and you can have a good chat with him."

Zhang Guoqing nodded with a smile.

After taking a shower, it was already time to go to bed in Ping An.

Zhang Guoqing didn't care about supper, so he asked Aunt Chen to put him in his study first, and carried his son back to the bedroom. Seeing his son's eyes shining with joy, he couldn't bear to blame him after all.

His tone slowed down, "Dad was so careless last time that he didn't know that we were being bullied safely. Do you remember whose old lady it was?"

"Dad, I was wrong."

Zhang Guoqing held him in his arms and patted him, "Dad doesn't think it's wrong. If someone bullies you, it's right for you to fight back. No one will dare to talk nonsense in front of you again."

Ping An's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Zhang Guoqing nodded with a smile, "It's right to say it now. Next, Dad wants to talk to you about the wrong thing. Are you sleepy now? How about we talk about it some other time?"

"Not sleepy, I miss Dad."

Zhang Guoqing felt sad after hearing this, "I will accompany you well when Dad is on vacation."

Looking at the child's smiling face, Zhang Guoqing suddenly didn't want to discuss right or wrong. what is right what is wrong? Who can tell. The child handled this matter perfectly, so why bother to get to the bottom of it.

Ping An nestled in his arms, blinked his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I know what I did wrong. Grandpa said that I should correct myself, and I'd better inform him about what I want to do in the future, and he will help me improve first. When he feels that he can let go After that, I can do whatever I want."

"Why do you think of making decisions on your own? Don't you worry about ruining your grandpa's plan? Or what if you can't do it well?"

Ping An put his fingers together, bowed his head and said, "The other day I asked my grandpa, why didn't everyone know that grandma is not a child of the Lin family? Grandpa said he would find a suitable opportunity to announce it in the next two days.

I knew it as soon as I heard it, and I can tell others. Dad, you don't know that those people come to our door every day. I hate seeing them. "

Zhang Guoqing laughed happily, and kissed them several times, "Dad hates them too. You did a good job this time. What do you want to do in the future, you'd better tell us first. Do you still remember the injury on Dad's neck last time? As soon as Mom saw someone hurt Dad, she picked up a stool and hit them, and kicked them several times.

Think about it, if you get hurt, what will happen to your mother? She will cry in distress, and will find someone to desperately. So son, for your mother, you have to avoid danger when doing things.

You were not yet one year old at the time, your mother pricked her finger with a needle to let you know that the needle would hurt, and the blood flowed out, and my father was very distressed, but your mother said that there was blood, you to remember. "

Ping An hugged his father's neck tightly, "Dad, I remember it all, and I haven't forgotten it. I will be obedient in the future and won't make Mom angry."

Zhang Guoqing solemnly replied, OK!