Chapter 979 It's Not Good for My Son to Grow Up

After seeing off the children, Zhou Jiao led the sons to change the way home and passed the stadium. Speaking of the stadium, uh, it’s just a few table tennis stands and a basketball stand not far away.

In addition to playing table tennis in the army, basketball is also a kind of entertainment that everyone loves to see. On the one hand, it exercises physical fitness, and it can also cultivate team spirit and collective sense of honor.

Of course, if it is a bit negative, it also has a venting effect.

Not to mention this crisp autumn night, even the scorching summer night that just passed, there are often many people gathered here.

The same is true at this moment. There are many people in and around that area, and the sound of yelling and playing can be heard from a long distance away.

"Dabao, do you want to show your hand?"

Ping An is very troubled by the nickname his mother changed recently. He is a big boy, is he still a big treasure? However, compared with the so-called baby, it has indeed "grown up" a lot.

"Not interested in."

Zhou Jiao turned her eyes to Liu Yi.

Liu Yi was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "Don't call me Erbao."

All of a sudden, the three of them laughed like crazy. Does this count as jumping into the pit by oneself?

Liu Yi turned his head away speechlessly. His mother's sense of wickedness has erupted recently, what kind of stimulation did he receive! Fortunately, I never play in front of outsiders.

Otherwise, if he just thinks about his buddies saying "two treasures", he will cry, how can he be worthy of his image of a mighty and domineering old man?

Wuyi stopped laughing and complained softly, "Mom, he is out now, known as Sixth Brother."

"What about you, fifth brother? Then what should your father do?" Zhou Jiao looked at him amusedly. Also known as Sixth Brother? It seems that my children are having fun outside.

"That's why I'm worried. I can't be called my fifth brother, or I always feel that someone is calling me dad. But what kind of title can be worthy of my young master?"

Ping An patted his forehead, "Stop talking nonsense. Return Sixth Brother? Be careful that Liu Yi will be in a hurry with you."

On the one hand, he rolled his eyes from Liu Yi to Wu Yi, "Third Young Master, you are enough."

It's over, it's over, it's all over. Wu Yi stomped his feet and smiled at Zhou Jiao, "Mom, we are all shouting and playing."

Zhou Jiao smiled and said, "Then is your elder brother the eldest?"

"Huh? You know all about it."

Seeing the silly son startled, Zhou Jiao reached out and touched his head, and said with a smile, "It's very interesting. It doesn't matter if you play, as long as you three brothers are in contact with outsiders, just pay attention to the scale."

Ping An nodded, "Mom, we know."

Some topics are not suitable for discussion outside, not to mention the children are grown up, they should have their own world, she is not worried that the children will suffer.

But there is inevitably some regret in my heart.

It's not good for my son to grow up!

Looking at the grown-up sons, especially seeing Ping An's tall man, I really miss the good times when I held a small group in my arms and drove around on a three-wheeler.

Different from the remote trail just now, leaving the stadium, you can count as encountering a lot of pedestrians on the way back, and from time to time, you can meet military members in twos and threes leading the children to do homework.

Ping An looked at his mother who was greeting others with a smile in his eyes. His mother often asked the three of them to learn a little bit of his father's tactful way of dealing with people and dealing with people in every way. From his point of view, she can also be called slick.

The mother in my memory has always been soft on the outside and strong on the inside, decisive in her actions and never procrastinating, and she was three-pointed kind and seven-point suspicious when getting along with others...

He wants to be such a person.

Passing through Cheng Cheng's house, Zhou Jiao stopped when she saw the lights, "Let's go and see Grandma, shall we?"

Pingan had no objection, and saw that the younger brothers had already run to the gate, and followed his mother into Cheng's house.

Soon, the uncles and aunts of the Cheng family will be transferred back. The old people are not lonely when they have grandchildren, but the three brothers can no longer come in and out freely.

As soon as Liu Yi took Wu Yi's hand and ran to the door, the two brothers pushed open the courtyard door, immediately slowed down, smiled at each other, and stepped into the courtyard.

Wu Yi yelled: "Grandma, are you resting?"

The aunt of the Cheng family heard the voice coming from the kitchen, beckoned and walked forward quickly, "It's okay to be louder, the old lady and the others haven't rested in the living room yet."

"have a guest?"

"No, the chief and the others are playing chess."

Hearing the sound getting closer, Mr. Cheng stopped his hands and said with a smile, "How about a draw?"

Mrs. Cheng looked up at him in confusion, "You're about to win..." Before she finished speaking, she heard the sound at the door, she turned her head and said with a smile, "Who is this?"

"Great grandma, great grandpa." The two brothers greeted in unison and ran to the coffee table.

Wu glanced at the chessboard, "Grandma, you're playing chess."

"That's right, I often play chess to prevent Alzheimer's disease when I'm old." Mrs. Cheng waved her hand with a smile, "Why did you two come here and tell your family?"

Liu Yi pointed to the outside, "My mother and brother are behind."

Wuyi went on to say: "Uncle Yi brought his son to my house. My mother was worried that it would be late and his family was worried about sending the baby home. When I came back, I saw the lights on in your room."

Cheng Lao looked at him amusedly and explained clearly enough. He glanced at the alarm clock in the living room, guessing that the children hadn't had their supper yet, so the aunt motioned for some fruit snacks.

As soon as Ping An came in a step late, Mr. Cheng pointed to the sofa beside him without waiting for him to say hello, and said with a smile, "We Ping An have become handsome young men."

Mrs. Cheng liked it more and more, she couldn't close her mouth with joy, "A few days ago, my old sisters said that all the beautiful men in the capital have gone to Zhou's house."

Seeing that his wife was happy, Mr. Cheng joked, "It should be more than that, is there a girl who wants to fuck their family?"

"It's useless to say? Even when we are so young, 6151 is missed. Hahaha... Fortunately, the words of parents ordering matchmakers are not popular now.

In the future, when she married a daughter-in-law, Jiaojiao had to take good care of her. As the saying goes, a virtuous wife has fewer misfortunes, and a son is filial to his father. A good daughter-in-law is too important to a family. "

Mrs. Cheng still had one thing to say. In particular, the three brothers Ping An and the others should be more careful in selecting candidates in the future, so don't let the daughter-in-law of the Zhou family look down on the jokes of the Zhang family.

After being ridiculed for a long time, Ping An had already looked suspicious, and calmly took the fruit plate from his aunt and said thank you.

Cheng Lao secretly admired it when he saw it. This child has been trained by his grandfather and father in this way, he is much better than his peers, and his future is really limitless.

Looking at the pair of twins carved in pink and jade, he sighed secretly: If Brother Jinyu was still alive, how happy he would be to see such an outstanding descendant.

"Why didn't you go to the military camp this summer?"

Pingan was startled when he heard the words, but quickly realized, and said with a smile: "A while ago, either my grandpa was on a business trip or my parents worked overtime. There were many things."

Cheng Lao asked with great interest: "Has the future been decided?"

Pingan shook his head, "It's too early to mention it now, I want to think it over carefully in the past few years."

Old Cheng nodded approvingly.

The current situation is unstable, and it is right to have this consideration.

What is rare is that this kid has not given up practicing martial arts for ten years, regardless of the scorching sun or the cold wind, except for military training.