A Tooth For a Tooth

(1)

After getting along for this period of time, Xiao Ai's attitude towards Yang Ren is already very close, and Yang Ren has been out of control since then.

He started to visit Xiao Ai's house more frequently, and used his son's desire to play with Xiao Ai as a shield.

But Yang Yitong really likes to play with this silent kid.Grandpa Xiao Ai knows that Xiao Ai has no friends because she doesn't speak, so seeing a classmate who likes to play with her, he naturally welcomes her.

Every time the two children play together, the old man will buy all kinds of fruits and cut them into small pieces and put them on the plate for them to eat. The old man also bought a lot of candy. , and then asked: "Grandpa Xu, can I leave the candy for my dad?"

The old man smiled and said, "Eat it, there's so much sugar here, I'll leave a portion for your father too."

Only then did Yang Yitong open the candy wrapper with a smile.

The two of them played very well most of the time, sometimes in the bedroom and sometimes in the living room, but they were children after all, and conflicts would still arise when they were playing.

One day, when Xu Yao and Yang Ren were talking in the living room, Xiao Ai ran out crying and opened her sleeves to show Yang Ren. Xiao Ai cried very sadly. Voice.

Seeing that the arm was fine, Yang Ren was shocked.

The flesh on Xiao Ai's originally white and tender arms burst open, and the twisted flesh was particularly ferocious and terrifying.Yang Ren was still in shock, Xiao Ai pointed to a red mark on the opened flesh.

(2)

Yang Ren realized that the red mark was the injury caused by the children playing around, but the old scar that was bruised and bruised was extremely eye-catching.

Yang Yitong also ran over from behind and said angrily: "Xiao Ai hit me too!"

Yang Ren has never been able to deal with this kind of thing. Seeing that Yang Yitong's whole body is fine except for the red spot on Xiao Ai's arm, he was so angry that he stretched out his hand and slapped his son angrily, "Anyway, she's a girl , you should let her go!"

Yang Yitong burst into tears as well, he didn't know what to say, full of grievances.

Xu Yao didn't quite know what they said, but knowing that Yang Yitong had been beaten, the crying came to his ears, and he hugged Yang Yitong distressedly.

"What's the matter with you, why did you beat the child?" Xu Yao was very dissatisfied, coaxing Yang Yitong, and patted the child's back with his hands. Yang Yitong lay in Xu Yao's arms, crying even harder.

Just now his eyes were wide open, but now he has nothing to say, because of Xu Yao's presence, Yang Ren can only explain with a guilty conscience: "I'm afraid that Tongtong will bully Xiao Ai."

(3)

Yang Yitong was out of breath from crying, and said aggrievedly: "Xiao Ai hit me first."

Yang Ren stood aside and exhaled, but he didn't dare to hit his son again.

Xu Yao hugged Yang Yitong even tighter: "Tongtong, what are you talking about? Speak louder, Uncle Xu didn't hear clearly."

Originally, Yang Yitong wanted to say more, but seeing his father staring at him fiercely, he dared not speak out.Xu Yao didn't know that Yang Ren was giving him a hint, so he shook Yang Yitong anxiously: "Can you tell Uncle Xu again?"

Yang Yitong finally plucked up his courage, glanced at his father secretly, and quickly leaned into Xu Yao's ear and said, "Xiao Ai hit me first."

"Look, let me tell you that you can't just wrong a child!" Xu Yao blamed Yang Ren, reached out and touched the top of Yang Yitong's head, and said distressedly: "What happened to your father? Does it hurt?"

Yang Yitong didn't speak, just kept sobbing, Xu Yao coaxed him again: "Uncle Xu will give you a small gift, please, look, Xiao Ai can't speak yet, can uncle apologize to you for her?"

After finishing speaking, Xu Yao dragged Yang Yitong into the bedroom.

Yang Ren was a little depressed, seeing that Yang Yitong was so close to him, he simply pulled Xiao Ai over and hugged him.

(4)

After a while, Xu Yao led Yang Yitong over happily, and Yang Ren saw Yang Yitong holding a wooden plane in his hand.

"You did this?" Yang Ren took the plane over in surprise, feeling unbelievable.This plane is not too big, the whole body is smooth and there is no trace of glue, and it is very realistic, and even has a propeller that can rotate.

Xu Yao said nonchalantly, "I just do it when I have nothing to do."

Yang Ren admired Xu Yao so much that he returned the plane to his son and asked Xu Yao, "Where are the old architectural models?"

Xu Yao was taken aback, Yang Ren thought he didn't understand, and just about to repeat, he heard him say coldly: "It's sold."

"Sold?" Yang Ren stood up excitedly, making Yang Yitong jump.

"Sell all your hard work? Why don't you keep it! Are you so short of money?" Yang Ren regretted.

Xu Yao didn't take it seriously, and said flatly: "It's useless, it takes up space."

For Yang Ren, those are not only exquisite works of art, but also contain the memories of youth at that time. Thinking that all the models in Xu Yao’s house are stuck with traces of his fingers, he felt that the good time was real. But now, those memories do not know in which winds they are blown.

The author has something to say:

I sneaked up in the dark and went to the living room to write. There is no heating, is it easy?