Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Qin Shuyu gradually sorted out his thoughts while crying - why should he believe Yamamoto's words?

In the past two years, Yamamoto's Kazumu Co., Ltd. and Shenglang Group have had several clashes in the business world, and Kazumu Co., Ltd. has been defeated each time. Who knows if this was a trick planned by Yamamoto.

Qin Shuyu stared at his bloody palm in a daze. He was the blood of the Qin family and he would always be a child of the Qin family.

Qin Shuyu got up from the ground, washed the blood off his face, and went to find his grandparents with his bloody right hand.

A child who is not loved by anyone will pat his knees and get up when he falls down. A child who is loved by someone will sob and cry out in pain, repeatedly confirming that he is loved.

"What happened?!" Grandma saw his wound and rushed over anxiously, "How did it become like this?"

Their movements attracted other people, and everyone gathered around with a worried look on their faces. Except for Ji Shumiao and Ji Shulang who were working overtime in the company, everyone was there.

Qin Shuyu had thought of an excuse before he came: "The paper cutter fell, and I subconsciously grabbed it..."

"You kid!" Grandma was anxious and distressed, her eyes red.

Grandpa said in a loud voice: "Are you making those props for you again? Ask your dad and uncle to make them for you! They are thick-skinned and tough..."

Qin Rong held his hand distressedly and cried: "The wound is so deep that it needs stitches. Call the doctor quickly!"

Ever since Ji Shumiao caught a cold two years ago, the family has hired a family doctor who is on call at all times.

The doctor came quickly with his assistant and medical kit, and everyone gathered around him, talking worriedly.

"Don't use alcohol to disinfect, it hurts."

"Doctor Su, please sew gently. This child has never suffered such pain before!"

"Will this hand leave a scar?"

"Would you like a tetanus shot?"

When Qin Shuyu heard the word "tetanus", his face turned pale.

The wound was quickly sutured and bandaged. Everyone held their breath for a long time before they all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved at last.

The new gauze was blindingly white.

During dinner, Qin Shuyu got a porcelain spoon of the same model as Tongtong - his right hand was temporarily unable to hold chopsticks.

But it was not that inconvenient. He sat between Qin Rong and Ji Zhenhua. There was soup on his left, boneless meat in his bowl, and green leafy vegetables directly on his spoon.

The last person who was taken care of in this way was Tongtong when he was one and a half years old.

"Brother Xiaoyu, eat spareribs!"

Tongtong followed suit, removed the bones from a piece of ribs, stood up, stretched out his arm with difficulty and put it into his bowl.

Xiaoyu smiled happily: "Thank you Tongbao."

After dinner, the family gathered together to chat and laugh as usual.

Tongtong snuggled up to Xiaoyu, looking at him again and again with her round, black grape-like eyes, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

Qin Rong slapped her little girl on the butt: "Are you envious of your brother's beauty again?"

When Tongtong was babbling, his pronunciation was unclear and he often "pecked at rice with his eyebrows raised".

Tongtong twisted her butt uncomfortably: "Brother turned out to be a stupid beauty, I wouldn't even catch the falling knife."

"Don't be so confident." Grandma pulled her into her arms and said, "Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Who can live their whole life without doing anything stupid?"

Grandpa said leisurely while crunching walnuts: "In our family, you can make mistakes and be confused, but you can't be stupid."

Ji Shumiao and Ji Shulang heard Grandpa say this as soon as they entered the door, and Ji Shulang asked, "Who is doing something wrong?"

Grandpa: "You are the only one who made the mistake."

Ji Shulang: “…”

Ji Shumiao noticed Xiaoyu's hand at a glance: "What's wrong with your hand?"

There was no need for Xiaoyu to repeat it, everyone chattered about what happened.

Ji Shumiao's eyes fell on the gauze, "Why are you so careless?"

Everyone watched Ji Shulang and Ji Shumiao finish their midnight snack, and then they dispersed and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Considering that Xiaoyu had an injury on his hand and it was inconvenient for him to take a bath, Ji Zhenhua wanted to go back with him and help him take a bath and rub his back.

The father and son had done this before, but Xiaoyu remembered the mess in the house and shook his head and refused: "No! I can do it myself!"

Qin Rong: "Then how do you take a shower? What if you press on the wound while sleeping in the middle of the night?"

Ji Shumiao couldn't bear to watch it any longer: "He's not a three-year-old child anymore, wrap him up with plastic wrap and let him wash it himself."

"Yes!" Xiaoyu nodded, "I sleep very well and won't put pressure on the wound."

In any case, before Xiaoyu left, he asked his grandma, mom, and aunt to wrap the gauze tightly with layers of plastic wrap.

Ji Shumiao, Ji Shulang, and Qin Shuyu walked through the yard and headed towards their own villa.

Xiaoyu suddenly asked: "Sister, what do you think of my liking for Japanese comics?"

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Ji Shumiao, who was originally looking at the maple leaves, turned his head and looked at him, "Don't learn the extreme nationalism of those angry young people. In a broad sense, the Chinese people like Japanese comics, European and American pop music, etc., which is a reflection of the openness and tolerance of the cultures of various countries in the context of economic globalization; in a narrow sense, it's just personal preference. Is there any distinction between high and low? If you like those, do you not Chinese and do not have Chinese heart? When a war really breaks out, will you defect to the enemy because of those cultural products of other countries?"

Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's right!"