love came just right

Wang Gui wanted to take Wang Xiao home, but was told that the child's wound needed to be revisited, and Zhang Minhuan had already paid for the child's hospital bed for a few days.

He thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but remember his daughter who was crying at home. His heart ached, he left Wang Xiao who was sleeping alone on the hospital bed, and hurried out of the clinic.

When Zhang Minhuan came over with fruit after eating, there was only a weak figure on the bed in the ward, and the child's father had already left.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said, don't let him gain power one day, otherwise, he can't help but ruin the future of that family.

At this moment, Wang Xiao was awakened suddenly by the throbbing pain on his face, and just as he was about to reach out to touch it, Zhang Minhuan gently grabbed his hand.

"Be good, Wang Xiao, don't touch it." Zhang Minhuan looked at Wang Xiao's tears when he saw him again, and coaxed again softly, "Be good, it won't hurt anymore, and then uncle will take you to eat a lot more Is it delicious?"

Wang Xiao nodded softly with tears in his eyes, Zhang Minhuan's heart throbbed endlessly with his well-behaved appearance.

Zhang Minhuan took out the pork rib soup he brought, and fed it to Wang Xiao bit by bit.

Seeing the little guy's shocked expression, he felt even more distressed. Has this kid never been treated so well by anyone?

After feeding half a bowl, he took out the shredded vegetable and pork porridge from the insulated box, and continued to feed Wang Xiao small by small mouthfuls.

The things in the porridge need to be chewed, which will pull the wound on the face. Wang Xiao had to switch to the other side of the gum and bite it together unfamiliarly.

He ate very slowly, but Zhang Minhuan seemed to have endless patience, waiting for him to finish a small mouthful before feeding another small mouthful.

By the time the feeding was over, both the big and the small were sweating from exhaustion.

However, after such a long time, Wang Gui and Chen He still did not come to see Wang Xiao.

Zhang Minhuan frowned, and asked Wang Xiao, who was holding the book he bought, carefully flipping through it: "Wang Xiao, tell uncle, who hurt you?"

Wang Xiao paused, thinking of that scene, he still shrank in fear, and tears gathered in his eyes instantly.

He choked up for a moment, looked at Zhang Minhuan who was full of concern and love, and said, "Sister, take it, let's talk about flowers."

elder sister?That eight-year-old child actually has such a serious tendency to violence?Speaking of?scissors?

That's right, the wound was a little blunt, different from the damage of a sharp knife, Zhang Minhuan wondered if it was something like scissors.

"Wang Xiao, is it okay to live with grandparents in the future?" He didn't mention himself because he had no position.

"Okay." Wang Xiao nodded, so that no one would snatch his toys, and no one would scold him.

"That's good." As long as you like it.

Zhang Minhuan didn't speak anymore. After all, Wang Xiao had an injury on his face, and talking would stretch the facial nerves.

Until Wang Xiao fell into a deep sleep, his parents still did not show up.

Zhang Minhuan sighed, and told the nurse on night shift to take good care of Wang Xiao before going home to rest.

On the second day of work, Zhang Minhuan went to the ward immediately.

In the room at this time, besides Wang Xiao on the hospital bed, there were two old people.

Wang Xiao's eyes lit up when he saw Zhang Minhuan, causing Wang Cheng and his wife to turn their heads in doubt.

Seeing Zhang Minhuan, Wang Cheng stood up and asked, "Doctor Zhang, hello, I want to ask about my grandson's face."

Zhang Minhuan didn't want to let Wang Xiao know this so quickly, so he took Wang Cheng out.

In the office, Zhang Minhuan said regretfully: "Wang Xiao's injury is very likely to leave scars. However, with proper care, the scars should be relatively shallow." Speaking of this, he took out a sheet with food taboos and I handed over the note on how to take care of it, and said, "Follow the instructions above, and the scars will be lighter."

Wang Cheng was illiterate, so he read the note upside down and said, "Doctor Zhang, I can't read it."

Zhang Minhuan thought for a while, picked up a pen and drew some pictures on the back of the paper, and used "poor" to mean not edible, and "tick" to mean edible, then handed it back after drawing, and asked: "Now, do you understand?"

Wang Cheng looked at the patterns that were not much different from real vegetable sauces, nodded, and couldn't help but praise: "Dr. Zhang, you draw really well."

Zhang Minhuan just smiled. The professors who teach them medicine have a strange habit, that is, they must be able to draw diagrams of the meridians of the human body, diagrams of the structure of the human body, and the human body... In a word, they must be able to draw anything related to the human body.

And painting is the same as a foreign language—practice makes perfect.

In this way, Wang Xiao was taken back to Wangjiacun by Wang Cheng and his wife after the wound healed.

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Wang Xiao, who followed his grandparents back to Wangjiacun, really felt a different freedom and happiness at first.

On the morning of the first day, grandpa took him to see the golden rice field, shining in the sun.

Wang Cheng said to Wang Xiao: "Xiao Xiao, this is the rice you eat every day."

Wang Xiao's eyes widened in surprise. It turns out that the white rice looks like this in the field. It's so beautiful.

Afterwards, Wang Cheng took Wang Xiao to climb the mountain and searched for chestnuts under the chestnut tree with him.

Soon after, the two of them returned home with many wild chestnuts in their arms. Wang Cheng cooked a pot and secretly peeled a few for Wang Xiao before dinner.

Chestnuts are delicious and sweet, making Wang Xiao feel that this is the second most delicious thing he has ever eaten since he grew up.

That afternoon, Wang Cheng took Wang Xiao to the creek behind the house and taught him to identify the vegetables they planted in the fields beside the stream.

Many things were squeezed into Wang Xiao's little head at once, which made him unable to remember for a while. He decided to come and keep everything in his heart when he had the chance.

After that, Wang Cheng picked up small stones by the river and taught Wang Xiao to draw simple villains, houses, flowers and trees on the ground.

In the end, he took Wang Xiao to a small river that even little ones could cross with one foot.

In the river, Wang Xiao saw a big fish that somehow swam into it. The fish was as thick as his thigh, and the whole body of the fish was almost stuck to the river wall.

For dinner that day, Wang Cheng used the big fish to make a fragrant fried fish for Wang Xiao.

This is the third most delicious thing, Wang Xiao thought to himself.

As night fell and there was a cool breeze, Wang Cheng put a coat on Wang Xiao and took him to climb another mountain.

Wang Xiao sat on the grass, opened his mouth wide and looked at the bright starry sky, the stars seemed to be very close to him.

He stretched out his slender arms, as if he wanted to pick off a star.

On the way down the mountain, Wang Cheng gently moved the surrounding grass with branches.

Wang Xiao saw the second most beautiful sight in his life - "Starlight" surrounded him, making him feel like he was in a river of stars.

Seeing Wang Xiao's happy appearance, Wang Cheng was very glad that there were still fireflies in the countryside.

The next day, Wang Cheng taught Wang Xiao to climb trees.

In his mind, the boy had to be naughty to appear lively, and the little grandson of his family was unbelievably quiet.

Wang Xiao, who was not restrained, was very happy and learned quickly. He bravely climbed a tree in one morning and climbed down the tree smoothly.

In the afternoon, Wang Cheng took him to the mountain to pick fruits.

The fruits on this mountain are all grown by the villagers of Wangjia Village. Usually, if anyone wants to eat some, they can go up and pick them by saying hello.

Wang Xiao has never eaten fruit since he was a child, and he does not have this benefit at home.It can also be said that he has never eaten snacks since he was a child. Before he was willing to eat the candies that his grandpa and grandma stuffed into his pockets, his mother confiscated them all. She told him that he was not worthy of eating them.

The first time he ate fruit was brought by Zhang Minhuan when he visited him.

At this moment, Wang Xiao looked at the fruit hanging on the tree, his eyes were shining, but he still asked Wang Cheng cautiously: "Grandpa, can I have a second?"

Wang Cheng stroked his grandson's forehead hair, nodded with a smile and said, "Of course."

He lifted Wang Xiao up and let his little grandson ride on his neck.In this way, the little one can easily pick the cherries on the tree.

This child was as light as a feather, and his third son's family still lied to him after all.

Wang Xiao looked at the cherry close at hand, and with the encouragement of his grandfather, he finally stretched out his little hand boldly.

He has never picked cherries before, but he is smart and can guess how to pick cherries based on the cherries Wang Cheng showed him.

He was not greedy, so he picked only three, and then handed them to Wang Cheng nervously, and asked, "Grandpa, is there enough?"

Wang Cheng looked at the three cherries in Wang Xiao's little hands, and his heart felt sour. He took the child down, hugged him tightly in his arms, and thought to himself, child, I'm sorry!

He quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, put Wang Xiao down, then reached out and folded a large handful of cherries and put them in the basket under their feet, and told Wang Xiao to carry them: "Xiao Xiao, these are all for you."

Wang Xiao was overwhelmed by the flattery, and with a small exclamation, he declined: "Grandpa, Wang Xiao doesn't want it, so much, a little, that's enough."

While talking, he showed Wang Cheng the three cherries he held in his hands like treasures, and he was already very satisfied with these.

Wang Cheng's eyes were sour again, he rubbed his sensible grandson, picked up the basket and continued walking to the next orchard.

He decided to pick a lot of fruit for his grandson today.

So Wang Chengzhen took Wang Xiao to pick pears, peaches, persimmons and winter dates.

Wang Xiao struggled to carry the basket, fearing that the fruit inside would be accidentally dropped.

At this time, the basket was so full that it couldn't be fuller, and Wang Cheng even took off his coat, just to hold more fruits.

"Grandpa, then, will you be scolded?" Wang Xiao raised his face and asked uneasily.

Wang Cheng sighed. None of his children and grandchildren could think about this at such a young age. They even wished for more things, so why would they care about the source of things? will be scolded.

He rubbed the top of Wang Xiao's soft hair, squatted down and said softly, "No, grandpa told their owners before, and they all agreed."

"Oh." Wang Xiao actually didn't understand, he still couldn't tell the difference between "they" and "them", but he still nodded obediently, and he would believe his grandfather when he said he wouldn't be scolded.

The author has something to say:

Wang Xiao's pronunciation is not standard, not a typo.

yah~

2017.07.26