Aunt Cui was coaxed by Ye Zhenzhen so much that she kept smiling, and finally went to the martial arts field with them to learn ice games with great interest.
It snowed heavily yesterday and today. Because we could not clean it in time, the ice and snow in the martial arts arena has frozen solid. It is the best place to learn ice play.
Before learning to play on the ice, put on protective gear.
Aunt Cui took her son's childhood protective gear and put it on her grandson one by one. Looking at the similar faces of her grandson and her son, she couldn't help but think of the scene when she and her husband personally taught their son Bingxi, and she felt sad for a moment.
Although Cui Zhiduan was young, he also knew how to read people's faces. Whenever his grandmother paid homage to his grandfather, he would often show this look. He couldn't help but whisper: "Grandma, do you miss your grandfather?"
Aunt Cui was startled, rubbed her grandson's little head, and then put the helmet on him. She also lowered her voice and answered him: "Yes, when your father learned Bingxi, it was your grandfather who taught him.
Hey, no one can match him, whether in the Qing Dynasty or in the capital."
When she talked about her late husband, her eyes shone with a moving light, and her originally quiet face suddenly glowed with brilliant brilliance at this moment.
Cui Zhiduan discovered for the first time that his grandmother's appearance was not inferior to that of his mother.
He liked such an energetic grandmother, so he promised very seriously: "Grandma, don't worry, my grandson will definitely learn Bingxi and reproduce the style of his grandfather."
Aunt Cui was very relieved. She took her grandson's little hand and walked to the ice rink. She said lovingly: "Grandma's Wangzi has always been smart and clever, but he is just playing on the ice. I will definitely not be able to trouble you."
She stopped watching on the sidelines and directly fetched bamboo horses and hockey sticks and personally taught her grandson how to skate on the field - as a daughter of a wealthy family, she was also good at skating, so there was no problem in guiding her grandson to learn.
Aunt Cui and Cui Zhiduan came off the court to teach. Cui Zhiming was also itchy and had already started skating on the ice rink. Only Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen were left outside the court.
It's not their fault, it's just that the protective gear doesn't fit properly.
Aunt Cui saved two sets of protective gear, which were used by Cui Weizhen when she was a child and a teenager. The former one was just right for Cui Zhiduan, but the latter one was a bit too small for Ye Zhenzhen.
Ye Zhenzhen stared and said sadly: "Is it suitable for me to use?"
Cui Weizhen: "..."
This was something he didn't expect. This protective gear was used when he was twelve or thirteen years old. Because he had to compete with others, his mother was worried that he would be injured, so she had someone customize one for him, but he didn't like wearing it in the way.
, I only wore it once and then stopped wearing it, and I put it aside forever.
Although the protective gear was custom-made when he was twelve or thirteen years old, he was already tall at that time. Although it was not as good as an adult man, the size of the gear was just right for a woman. However, he never expected that Zhen'er would not be able to use it.
Cui Weizhen's eyes fell on Zhen'er's plump arms, and he very wisely did not point out the reason why she couldn't wear protective gear - although plump beauty was popular at the time, Zhen'er respected thinness as beauty.
So he sincerely reviewed his mistake: "I didn't think well. This set of protective gear is not suitable for you. I asked my servant to buy a suitable set from outside."
Bingxi is a popular game in winter, and there is no shortage of businesses selling protective gear.
Ye Zhenzhen looked at her son who had already started to take advantage of it, and then thought about her tragic experience in her previous life. After weighing it several times, she still agreed to Cui Weizhen's suggestion.
There is no shame in learning slower than your son, but if it breaks again, it will be a huge shame.
