After picking up a system

After saving the number, Ling Han patted Xie Wanwan on the shoulder and said like an older brother, "You can't give up studying during the holidays. I want to go to the best elementary school in the city. You have to work hard."

Xie Wanwan nodded seriously with a gloomy face. Chu Yanqin came over with his phone and tugged at Xie Wanwan's clothes: "Xie Wanwan, can I exchange phone numbers with you?"

Xie Wanwan was crying so hard that her nose was about to run. Her mother was blowing her nose. She held her mother's hand and hummed with a thick nasal sound. Then she handed him the phone with a red nose. Chu Yanqin, who exchanged numbers, was in a good mood. He waved goodbye happily and left. There were other people who asked him for his number along the way. Hey, the handsome boy is always popular.

Seeing that Xie Wanwan had stopped crying, Yan Shuang took Ling Han by the hand and said goodbye to the others. Then Xu Zhao also left with Lu Zhiyao, went to the small class to pick up Lu Zhiyuan, and then the family of three went home.

Lu Zhiyao was doing his homework, glancing at the time from time to time. When Xu Zhao came up to call him for dinner, he responded, picked up his phone, stood up, and put it down again.

Lu Zhiyuan was already sitting at the dining table, with a spoon and chopsticks in hand. Recently, Xu Zhao planned to let him learn to use chopsticks, and the spoon was for him to eat properly. At this moment, Lu Zhiyuan might starve if he used chopsticks alone.

After Lu Zhiyao helped Xu Zhao carry the last dish, he sat next to Lu Zhiyuan, who was using chopsticks to stir the juice with peanuts. With a poke, the chopsticks were pinched into long and short chopsticks.

He held the chopsticks with his two short hands in angrily. Lu Zhiyao helped him correct it and then picked up the chopsticks in front of him to demonstrate to him.

After watching, Lu Zhiyuan used his chopsticks to pick up the peanuts that Xu Zhao had prepared for him to practice using chopsticks. He picked them up with a look of delight on his face, and then, with force, the peanuts flew out of the plate. Lu Zhiyuan: "..." He put down his chopsticks angrily.

Lu Zhiyao wiped off the oil stain with paper and touched Lu Zhiyuan's head: "It's okay, take your time, and you will learn it if you try hard every day."

Xu Zhao sat opposite and watched the two brothers in such a good mood. The old mother was moved. She added more rice and placed it in front of them: "Yes, it's okay, take your time, you can learn it."

Lu Zhiyuan tried again, but failed to pick up the food successfully several times. He ate silently with a spoon. Looking at Lu Zhiyao skillfully picking up food for him with chopsticks, he asked, "When did you learn to use chopsticks?"

Lu Zhiyao thought for a moment and said, "I don't remember, maybe three or four years old." Xu Zhao raised his hand, looking pleased with himself, "Ah~ I know this question. I learned it when I was two and a half years old!"

Lu Zhiyao paused as he was picking up the food. The chopsticks suddenly felt heavy...

Lu Zhiyuan: “…Brother is so awesome.” As a four-year-old who still can’t use chopsticks, it’s a bit self-humiliating.

Xu Zhao was still happily recounting some trivial things about Lu Zhiyao: "Zhiyao has been well behaved since he was young. He was very well behaved when I was pregnant with him. He was a person who learned everything quickly after he was born. He could walk before he was one year old, and he could walk steadily without help after he was one year old..."

The two listened in silence. Lu Zhiyao saw that Xu Zhao's mood began to change and interrupted: "Mom, let's eat. Eat well."

Xu Zhao's eyes were already filled with tears. He lowered his head to eat. Lu Zhiyuan looked at this, then looked at that. He ate in silence.

In these years of personally taking care of Lu Zhiyuan, Xu Zhao felt that he had given too little care to Lu Zhiyuan. He was too sensible and well-behaved, and he didn't have a bad temper. Many times, he would unconsciously communicate with him in an adult way. He was a child who would get up by himself if he fell down, and he would not take the initiative to speak if he was not asked. He was too sensible to be a child, and Xu Zhao sometimes wondered if Meng Po had diluted the bowl of Meng Po soup he gave him with water.

……

After dinner, Lu Zhiyuan pulled his mother to coax her to sleep, and Lu Zhiyao said hello and went upstairs.

Sitting at the desk, seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, thinking that Ling Han should have returned home from the hospital, he picked up his phone and called.

"Hello!" The call was connected after a few seconds.

"Hello, Aunt Yan, this is Zhiyao. Is Pippi here?" Lu Zhiyao said while turning the pen.

Across the street, Yan Shuang looked at the sparkling look in her daughter's eyes as she stared at her and said, "Ah, Pippi, yes, yes, I'll give her the phone." Then she handed it to Ling Han and went to the kitchen.

Ling Han took the call but didn't speak. Lu Zhiyao listened to a series of voices on the other end, but no one spoke. Hesitantly, he said, "Pipi, are you on the phone?"

Ling Han pursed his lips and nodded.

Lu Zhiyao: "Is Pipi angry with me today?"

Ling Han hummed again.

Lu Zhiyao: "Then brother, can you tell me why Pipi is angry?"

Ling Han didn't answer whether it was okay or not: "Today I pulled your sleeve and you let me go."

Lu Zhiyao paused: "So Pipi is angry with me because I let go of your hand? I'm sorry, Pipi. I probably wasn't paying attention at the time, so I didn't let go of Pipi's hand on purpose."

Despite the explanation, this answer still made Ling Han's eyes red with grievance: "You said before that you wouldn't let go of my hand next time." She was obviously still so young, but she just remembered this sentence.

Lu Zhiyao couldn’t remember for a moment: “…Ah?”

Ling Han burst into tears and was speechless for a moment.

Yan Shuang came out to take a look, and saw Ling Han crying. She panicked all of a sudden, and without even having time to dry her hands, she came over to hug him and patted him gently, “Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Lu Zhiyao on the opposite side was also stunned: "Pipi?" He really didn't expect that his unintentional action of letting go would make someone cry.

Ling Han wiped her tears, Yan Shuang took some paper to wipe them for her, she cried: "You said it yourself, you wouldn't let go of my hand next time. But you let go of my hand today, and you still didn't let me be your wife, you said I would call someone else husband... Woohoo, you lied, I won't..."

Yan Shuang felt a little amused and helpless when she heard this. Her child was crying so hard that she felt heartbroken.

Ling Han was just in a bad mood for a moment, and after promising to talk to her mother nicely, Yan Shuang wiped her tears and gave the two children their own space before returning to the kitchen.

Lu Zhiyao: "Pipi, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let go of Pipi's hand. I won't do that next time. I promise. Can Pipi forgive me?"

Ling Han: "You said the same thing before, and then you let me go today."

Lu Zhiyao: "... Then I promise now, I will never let go of Pipi's hand again. If I do, I will punish her. I will punish her by making her ignore me forever."

Ling Han hummed in grievance: "Well, you can't let go of my hand again in the future, or I won't forgive you next time."

Lu Zhiyao: "Okay, let's make a promise and stick to it for a hundred years."

Ling Han: “I can’t pull it.”

Lu Zhiyao: "But Pipi heard it, so he will remember it, right?"

Ling Han: “I will remember.”

Lu Zhiyao: "Then this is a secret between the two of us, only the two of us know it, so just remember it."

After Yan Shuang came over to urge him to sleep, Ling Han, who was coaxed into going to bed, read out a number and whispered, "This is my phone number. You don't have to call mom anymore." After getting her consent, he hung up the phone contentedly.