Since being adopted by the female president

Chapter 112 You are still young

As soon as the words fell, the two bottles of wine on the table were carried away.

"Go to other people's house to cheat food and drink, Jiahui won't cook for you today!" Old Doctor Qian put the wine beside him.

Zhao Chengde's face was almost green.

Good guy, the wine is not yours in a blink of an eye?
Old Doctor Qian didn't even look at him.

"Weak."

He took back his mobile phone and asked gently: "Who taught you these? Are you not tired of learning so many things?"

coming!

Zhang Fanruo raised his face, showing a pure and honest look: "My sister taught me Chinese characters and English, and I can remember it after reading and listening. It's very simple. I can also play Go!"

"Pfft -"

There was an untimely laughter from the side.

The two turned their faces away, only to see Zhao Chengde rubbing the corners of his mouth vigorously, trying not to lose his composure: "It's okay, kid, keep talking."

"..."

Zhang Fanruo wondered if this person had some serious illness.

Old Doctor Qian solved his doubts for him.

"He is an expert at Go."

Mr. Qian seldom boasted for his old classmate once: "All of us who play Go here play with him. If you want to play Go in the future, he can teach you."

Zhao Chengde wanted to correct him.

What is meant by Go players are all played by him, as if he opened a chess stall, do you know what is the length of a while?

Chang Hao, Kong Jie, Yu Wu.

I have a lot of fun talking to these people!
But seeing such a small child, how can you understand what a president is?Thinking of this, he suddenly felt dull.

Lonely, lonely.

"Grandpa Zhao is so good!" At this time, Zhang Fanwei's rainbow fart came to his ears: "I will definitely let Grandpa Zhao teach me how to play chess when I have time in the future."

Zhao Chengde smiled self-confidently.

"Wait a few more years."

Holding the teacup in one hand, he had a good demeanor: "You are too young now, and Go is too complicated for you to master."

"..."

Zhang Fanruo suppressed the corners of his mouth.

Want to laugh, but can't laugh, it's very hard.

"Don't listen to his fart, you can learn English at such a young age, what's the point of learning Go? Later, grandpa will teach you." Old Doctor Qian has now somewhat blindly trusted him.

Zhao Chengde just smiled and didn't argue with him.

Go is easy to learn but difficult to master. It is an extreme test of memory and calculation ability. People without this talent will not be able to break through the ceiling after decades of learning. However, talented young people can become famous. This is a real one. Belongs to the palace of genius!

13 years old failed to become a national player,
Life is hopeless.

Thinking of this most authentic description of Go, Zhao Chengde felt sad, and when he looked at Zhang Fanwei again, he couldn't help feeling a little envious in his heart.

It's nice to be young.

Not only the eyes, but almost every cell in the body exudes vitality, unlike him and Lao Qian, who are half-body in the soil, and even the operation of the brain is becoming more and more difficult, like a rusty machine.

"Go, it's not like anything else."

Zhao Chengde took out a chessboard from old doctor Qian's house and put it on the coffee table, and said in a slow tone, "Learning English and reading characters is very hard work and very fruitful, but to play Go, if you have the talent, you work very hard and you will gain a hundred times. "

Zhang Fanruo agrees with this very much.

But he still didn't understand what Zhao Chengde meant, so he looked up at him suspiciously.

"While the meal is not ready, I will play chess with you."

Zhao Chengde pushed Heizi to him: "Aren't you good at betting? Let grandpa see how talented you are. If you have good talent, grandpa will teach you how to play."

"..."

Zhang Fanruo was speechless.

He didn't know that Zhao Chengde had already experienced a self-touch, so he thought he was an old man who likes to change his mind.

Forget it, let's go down.

He picked up a chess piece, and the texture of the chess piece was as cold as jade, which made him a little strange. Although he was a master of Go, this was the first time he touched a chess piece with his hands, and he even had the illusion that human and chess were one .

Snapped--

Zhang Fan made a weak move with no worries, and started the game in an even and stable manner. Because it was too stable, there was even a saying that half of the pieces were allowed in this move.

But Zhao Chengde still looked at him in surprise.

Really know how to go?

And this opening is quite his style, could it be that this kid is really a seed for playing chess?
Zhao Chengde raised his spirits, and even followed the example of the four-year-old Zhang who came to start with Xiao Linliu a few days ago, trying to probe the child's background with a pressing rhythm.

But he was quickly disappointed.

The first move was just an accident. The child seemed to have never seen Xiao Linliu before. The next few moves were hesitant and scattered, without any effective countermeasures. Zhao Chengde felt like he knew the basic rules of Go. He just started watching famous chess games. newbie.

"Okay, grandpa admits defeat in this game."

Zhao Chengde threw the dice and conceded defeat after playing twenty or so moves, but his eyes softened a lot when he saw Zhang Fanwei: "I didn't expect you to really know how to play Go. You are already very good at your age. If you play well in the future If you don’t study, you might be able to become a professional chess player in the future.”

He also thought about it.

If this age is cultivated well in the future, it is really uncertain what the future achievements will be. The key is that this child has this interest!How can this not be cultivated well?
"roll roll roll."

His thoughts were ruthlessly extinguished the second he woke up, but it was old doctor Qian, who got up and drove him out: "Leave you here for dinner and even rob students from me, you are really shameless as you get older! "

Zhao Chengde quickly lost his smile.

Now it's time for dinner, two bottles of wine for nothing, if you can't even touch the meal, it's not too bad!How can this go?

After he repeatedly promised not to rob people, Qian Laocai sat next to Zhang Fanruo with still anger, and took out the brainwashing bag with his backhand: "Playing chess or something, just keep it as a hobby, we will be doctors in the future, Healing illnesses and saving lives is the big deal, Fanwei, right?"

Zhang Fanruo nodded obediently.

Go was only bought at a [-]% discount. It’s okay to treat it as a hobby, but it’s too nonsense to aim for it for the rest of your life.

"..."

Zhao Chengde dared not speak out when he was next to him. As the president of the Provincial Go Association, how could he allow someone to despise his beloved so much? !

Wait for him to eat first, and turn his face after eating!
At this time, the old doctor Qian had already brought Zhang Fanruo to the storage room. When he entered the door and saw the big boxes inside, and one of them was opened and filled with books, the latter's heart trembled a little.

This is too exaggerated, right?
"Weak."

Old Doctor Qian squatted in front of a box, and looked back at him with a smile: "Do you know who Grandpa treats?"

"A kid like me."

"Yep."

Old Doctor Qian smiled peacefully, and his face was full of light: "Grandpa is specialized in treating children. Let's say the field where Grandpa is in. Pediatrics is also called dumb. Do you know why?"

"..."

Zhang Fanruo hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Is it because there are many speechless children?"

"correct."

Old Doctor Qian smiled brightly: "Among the children treated by grandpa, there are many children who are younger than Fanwei. They can't speak, and they don't know how to listen to grandpa's words and cooperate with treatment, so pediatric doctors are the hardest and most tiring. Yes, do you want to be a pediatrician in the future?"

"..."

Zhang Fanwei's weak smile gradually disappeared.

Pediatrics is indeed one of the directions he envisioned, but at the beginning he didn't think so complicated, he just wanted to help children like Little Red and Big Painted.

But nothing in this world is as simple as it seems on the surface. Old Doctor Qian said it lightly, but Zhang Fanruo instantly thought of it.

Ordinary children have to cry after getting an injection, and it is extremely difficult to get them to cooperate with more complicated treatments, especially for young children, who can't tell their physical feelings and only cry, and some checks cannot be done because of their age , can only be judged by the experience and level of the attending doctor.

One can imagine the pressure.

It is said that it is the most tiring and hardest type of doctor, and there is really nothing wrong with it.

"think."

He finally nodded: "Not only do I want to be a pediatrician, I want to be a medical scientist!"

The harder it is, the more valuable it is to go all out.

Dr. Qian has a skill. In the process of communicating with many children, he will read the eyes of the other party. Many children do not know how to speak, but the answer is often written in the eyes.

He read the answer he wanted from Zhang Fanruo's eyes, so his smile suddenly became very happy.

"Grandpa believes in you, and grandpa will help you."

Old Doctor Qian touched his head, his eyes sparkled: "Do you know why Grandpa likes you so much? Because Fanwei is a very gentle kid, and he will definitely become the best pediatrician in the future."

"..."

Zhang Fanruo smiled a little ashamedly.

How could he be gentle, he might be a little bit kind, and he might also be a little bit malicious and cute occasionally in order to cover up his age, which was misinterpreted by Qian Lao as gentleness, which is embarrassing.

It's a pity that old doctor Qian didn't know what he was thinking.

Some people's character is not reflected in their words, but when you watch him do things, you can find that some things are rooted in his bones.

"This is Grandpa's diary."

The old doctor dragged the big open box over and took out five or six diaries with black covers: "After Grandpa went to college, he would write down the insights he gained in class and some chores in the notebook every day. You read it first. If you don’t understand, just skip it and treat it as a storybook.”

Zhang Fan took it weakly and preciously.

He didn't ask how useful reading these diaries would be, because he believed that the old doctor Qian must have deep meaning in what he did, and the other party showed him something as private as the diary. This kind of trust and a faint sense of inheritance made him a little move.

"Grandpa Qian, I will take good care of it." Zhang Fanruo solemnly said to him.

Qian Lao nodded.

Then he saw Zhao Chengde with his head sticking out at the door, and couldn't help but smile at him triumphantly.

"..."

Zhao Chengde turned his head sourly.

Although he was a little jealous, he had to admit that, except for being too young, Zhang Fanruo met all the standards of a closed disciple.

Perhaps this is a reward for the pious.

As his close friend for decades and a preacher with the same feelings, Zhao Chengde also silently blesses him in his heart.

The years are peaceful,

May those who have aspirations have no rain or shine, and everything is satisfactory.

(End of this chapter)