Siheyuan: Since 51

A little fat boy stuck out his neck and said angrily: "I don't want to play the role of an interpreter!"

A kid with a buzz cut immediately responded, "If you don't act, who will? What do you want to act?"

The fat boy frowned and raised his voice, "I want to play the role of the Eighth Route Army. I want to pull the big bolt."

Another kid with a pot-cut haircut sneered.

"Come on, you've become as fat as a ball, and you're still playing the role of a Eighth Route Army soldier. Whose Eighth Route Army soldier looks like you?"

The little fat boy was not convinced, and his face trembled, "Why don't you say that you are still a pot-cut? You don't look like a good person at first glance!"

The guy with the bowl-cut hair suddenly became anxious, his eyes glared suddenly, his head shook, and his hair rose and fell with the slight movement.

"Who are you saying is not a good person?"

The little fat boy showed no sign of weakness, "I'm talking about you!"

"Can you say that again!"

……

Seeing that the two were about to fight and the game could no longer be played, Lin Zhihao stood up.

"Do you want to play or not? I don't have much time. I have to go back to study later."

As he said this, he rolled his eyes and suggested, "Today your school will play the Japanese first, and our school will play the Eighth Route Army. We will switch places later. Is that okay?"

After a heated discussion, a dozen children received their roles and dispersed.

Xu Damao stood at the foot of the wall with a smile on his face.

Lin Zhiyuan was curious and walked up to him and asked with a smile: "Da Mao, why don't you play with them?"

Xu Damao raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother Zhiyuan, I'm already in junior high school. I can't play with these little brats."

He looked very serious. Compared to a year and a half ago, he was more than ten centimeters taller. He was tall and thin, but he was hunched over.

Lin Zhiyuan laughed at what he saw, "Hahaha, then why are you standing here? It's not cold enough."

"They were not convinced by each other and felt that no one could play the role of the captain of the Eighth Route Army, so they called me out to help play the role of the captain."

As he spoke, Xu Damao straightened his back and put his hands behind his back.

"Aren't you just playing along?" Lin Zhiyuan teased softly.

"It's different. I just have one word."

Across the street, I saw a few kids pushing a rotten piece of wood, led by a boy with a pot-cut hairstyle, chattering nonsense.

The fat boy stood up and said arrogantly: "The Eighth Route Army on the other side, the general said that if you surrender, you will get great benefits!"

Here, Lin Zhihao was holding a branch, crouching, "Dream on! The Eighth Route Army will never surrender!"

The pot-covered man started chattering again, and then the fat kid started talking again, "If you don't surrender, we'll open fire!"

"Open it if you dare!"

After yelling, Lin Zhihao trotted over to Xu Damao, ignored Lin Zhiyuan, and saluted Xu Damao, "Captain, the Japanese are about to fire, request a counterattack!"

Xu Damao waved his hand and said, "Hit!"

The kids on both sides were shouting “Boom boom boom” on one side and “Da da da!” on the other.

They rushed together in less than ten seconds.

Lin Zhihao held the stick against the fat boy's belly and frowned as he asked, "Fatty, how many times have we shot you? Why don't you lie down?"

The little fat boy patted his belly and said, "I have thick skin, I can hold on for a while longer!"

……

The song "Eight Route Army Pulling the Bolt" became popular across the country. Children from all over the country started role-playing, and it became one of the favorite games among boys.

Lin Zhiyuan watched with great amusement, smiled and shook his head, without saying hello, turned and walked towards the courtyard.

Across the courtyard, inner room.

Little Shufan couldn't walk well and couldn't stand steadily, but he got up very quickly and ran around on the bed.

Qin Huairu, Lin Cuilan, Lin Manyu, and He Yushui formed a circle around the bed to protect it.

The little guy was stopped wherever he went and had a lot of fun.

Lin Zhiyuan walked into the living room and heard laughter coming from the inner room. He lifted the door curtain and turned in.

"Ah, ba, ba ba ..."

Just as Lin Zhiyuan entered the room, Xiao Shufan babbled a few times, his arms relaxed, and he lay on the bed with his butt sticking up.

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, "Did Xiao Shufan call me dad just now?"

Lin Cuilan clapped her hands and exclaimed, "It seems to be true."

Qin Huairu also had a happy look on her face. "Oh, you finally know how to call someone? Why don't you call mom, you little brat?"

As he said that, he was about to pick up little Shufan.

Lin Zhiyuan laughed and walked forward.

At the same time, a fart sound was heard.

He Yushui pinched her nose and said, "Sister-in-law, Xiao Shufan seems to have diarrhea!"

"what?"

Lin Zhiyuan came back to his senses, "The daddy this kid is calling isn't me?"

Qin Huairu's eyebrows moved and she giggled.

"It's possible. Every time he poops, I hold him down and make him crawl to clean up."

Lin Zhiyuan suddenly realized what was going on, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He snorted, "You little brat, I thought you were calling me!"

Little Shufan laughed and shouted non-stop.

No one took it seriously.

Until dinner, little Shufan lay in Qin Huairu's arms, with his arms open, shouting "Ba Ba" non-stop.

"Fuck, are you really calling me?"

Lin Zhiyuan exclaimed, quickly put down his chopsticks and reached out to hug it.

Sure enough, little Shufan happily crawled into Lin Zhiyuan's arms.

Lin Zhihao stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and after a long while he said slowly, "Brother, this is not fair."

Lin Zhiyuan's mouth curled up, and he asked cheerfully, "What? It's unfair. Are you saying that you just tricked the kids from the next yard into acting as Japanese soldiers?"

"Where's the trick?"

Lin Zhihao avoided her gaze and then said weakly.

"It's just...I definitely can't go there to play every day, right? I can just play every other day."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Lin Zhiyuan laughed and scolded: "Isn't this called deception? Anyway, you are not going to play the devil."

"Who wants to play the role of a Japanese soldier? That person must be mentally ill!"

After muttering, Lin Zhihao came back to his senses, "Brother, why is it that I teach little Shufan every day to call him uncle but he can't learn it, but dad can learn it?"

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Lin Cuilan rubbed Lin Zhihao's head and said, "He's your eldest brother's son. What's unfair about that?"

Lin Zhiyuan was so excited that his grown-up child could call him daddy that he held him tightly in his arms after dinner.

It was not until Xiao Shufan's eyelids began to twitch that Lin Cuilan began to complain.

"Look at how sleepy little Shufan is. Don't you know that you won't grow if you don't get enough sleep? Come, give me little Shufan. I'll take him to sleep next door."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly and handed the confused little Shufan to Lin Cuilan.

Wash up and get ready for bed.

Lying on the bed, Qin Huairu felt a little lost, and although she concealed it very well, Lin Zhiyuan still saw it.

He put his arm around Qin Huairu and asked with a smile, "Why, are you jealous?"

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "No, I just think it's weird. It's obviously me who takes care of him more and taught him to call mom the most."

"What's the big deal? It's easy to pronounce."

Lin Zhiyuan said casually, then looked at Qin Huairu lovingly, "Also, your contribution is indispensable."

"Me?" Qin Huairu was puzzled.

"Yeah, you, and the rest of you, mention me in front of him!

When coaxing your children, would you say, "Dad is going to work, Dad will be back in the evening..." and so on?

If you say it more often, the child will remember it. "

A good night's sleep.

The next day, in the morning.

Lin Zhiyuan held little Shufan in his arms and prepared to go visit someone.

As for the thesis, let’s not talk about it for now. There are so many historical and literary works that Lin Zhiyuan is overwhelmed.

The fact that a grown-up child can call "Dad" is worth bragging about.

Zhou Liping excitedly turned into the courtyard.