Shen Jiayao grabbed Shen Nianxi into the corner and asked aggressively: "How can you say that your father made the knots that you made?"
Shen Nianxi broke free from his father's shackles, straightened his clothes, and then sat on the small bench, his fleshy back straight.
He did not answer his father's words, but tilted his head and asked a question with his big shining eyes: "Then why did my father help me do all the homework given by the kindergarten teacher, but in the end it was said that I completed it? "
Shen Jiayao was startled when asked.
Shen Nianxi stretched out ten short, fat, white fingers and said seriously: "I did knit the knot, but because I am small and have small hands, I can't do it well in many places, so I need dad's help."
Speaking of this, he also added: "Sister Xixin also knows that I can't weave such a delicate and smooth knot without my father's help."
Shen Jiayao raised an eyebrow: "Then why did you not mention my contribution at all in front of your sister Xixin?"
Hearing this, Shen Nianxi smiled, her petal-like mouth grinning like an angel baby: "Because my father taught me that you have to seize the opportunity, and the first person to send it will leave a deep impression." ."
"Dad, this is what you taught me. Have you forgotten it?"
Shen Jiayao: "..."
What kind of little monster is this!
"I did teach you, but I didn't let you use what I taught you to deal with me!" Shen Jiayao gritted his teeth.
Shen Nianxi slowly raised his eyes, his side profile was almost exactly the same as Lu Xixin's, he said in a confused tone: "Dad, I didn't deal with you, you taught me to seize the opportunity, so I think When I get to the knot, I want to be the first to show it to Sister Xixin."
Speaking of this, he rubbed his nose and looked aggrieved: "Is my father unhappy if I do this?"
Shen Jiayao's anger just dissipated in mid-air, and he stared at his son in a daze.
This kid is just like his mother in how smart he is. He is smart without knowing it. He understands all the things that others have racked their brains, racked their brains, and gone through many hardships to figure out.
When you see 1, you can immediately think of 100, almost instinctively.
When you don't understand, you are ignorant, innocent and cute. Once you understand something, you can explain it clearly, draw inferences from one example, and apply it to the surrounding things in an instant.
This instinctive intelligence was not obvious when he was younger.
Because he was accompanied by nannies, childcare and sister-in-law, and they taught him simple common sense of life.
However, as he grew older, he and Lu Xixin stayed with him for a long time, teaching him things through words and deeds. He was like a sponge falling into the water, absorbing knowledge crazily.
In just a few days, Shen Jiayao felt that his son was different, as if he had suddenly turned into a little adult.
Last month, I was still a soft and cuddly little dumpling who loved to cry, laugh and act cute. This month, I have already started to think about deep-seated issues.
Unbelievably smart.
Originally, Shen Jiayao should be happy that his son was smart, but his mood became increasingly heavy.
People who are too smart tend to suffer from themselves. He would rather read Xi to be a little more naive and slow, and would not like him to be like Xi Xin when he was a child, wronging him because of his parents' affection.
There was not much time left for him. Nian Xi gradually grew up and became wiser, and his thoughts gradually increased. He must tell Xi Xin the truth before then.
Thinking of this, Shen Jiayao rubbed his temples and couldn't help but feel a headache.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Shen Nianxi blinked his eyes with concern, "Are you worried? You can tell me."
Seeing her son acting like an adult even though he was a small ball, Shen Jiayao couldn't help but sneered and raised his hand to pinch his son's fleshy little face.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Shen Nianxi quickly dodged it.
Frowning his little brows, he looked unhappy: "Dad, I'm a big boy, I can't do this."
"What can't be done?" Shen Jiayao wanted to laugh, but when he looked at his son's extraordinarily deep and silent phoenix eyes, his mind suddenly moved.
A bold idea came to my mind.
Once this kind of thought comes up, it can't be suppressed no matter what.
Even though he reminded himself thousands of times in his heart: Nian Xi is only six years old, only six years old.
Shen Jiayao was anxious and stood in front of the window and walked around.
Shen Nianxi held his chin with his two chubby hands and sighed as if: "Dad, you really have something on your mind. Please tell me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm very strict with my mouth."
Shen Jiayao lowered his eyes and looked at him without saying anything.
Shen Nianxi did not rush and continued to hold his chin. He was a very patient child.
Finally, Shen Jiayao stopped when he turned to lap 79, and then squatted in front of Shen Nianxi with a serious expression: "Nianxi, I want to tell you a secret. Only you and I know this secret, and you must not tell it to a third person."
What a big secret!
Shen Nianxi held his little fist and nodded carefully: "Don't worry, Dad."
Shen Jiayao glanced at his son and spoke in a solemn tone, as if communicating with his son on an equal footing: "Nian Xi, actually, Sister Xixin is your mother."
Shen Nianxi's small face suddenly turned pale, and her small chest heaved violently, as if she could not control the majestic emotions in her body.
But at a young age, he has the air of a general. He only gets excited for a while and then calms down.
He looked up at Shen Jiayao: "Dad, are you lying to me?"
"No." Shen Jiayao shook his head and sighed: "Your sister Xixin is indeed your mother, but your mother was sick and injured her head, so she lost her memory."
"Head, do you know?" Shen Jiayao nodded his son's round little head.
Shen Nianxi hated his father's imprudence, raised his head to avoid it, and scolded: "Dad, you are talking about serious things, please be serious."
"Okay." Shen Jiayao pinched his fingers and felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart.
It turns out that when children grow up, they really won’t continue to call them daddy, but daddy.
Dad, Dad, are two words that are obviously similar, but they are two completely different emotions, and they also represent different stages of a child's growth.
Of course Shen Nianxi knew what the head represented, and he knew more than Shen Jiayao imagined.
He has read the book "What's in the Head" and has also played with human organ toys. He knows that the brain is very precious and fragile. It is an important organ of the human body. There are many neurons in it, which control the human body's consciousness and spirit. Language, learning, memory and intelligence.
"So, did Sister Xixin forget about me because she lost her memory?" Shen Nianxi squeezed her chubby hand and endured the grievance in her heart.
"Yes, yes." Shen Jiayao nodded, "Your mother was sick and lost her memory, so she forgot about us."
Shen Nianxi didn't understand: "Then since mom has lost her memory, dad, why didn't you tell mom?"
Shen Jiayao: "..."
It's over. You can't ask any more questions. The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.
Shen Jiayao forcibly changed the topic: "So, Sister Xixin is sick now. If you don't know it's your mother, you can't tell Sister Xixin the truth. This will irritate her. When she recovers, she will naturally think of you."
Hearing this, Shen Nianxi's little face tensed up, as if he was thinking about some century-old problem.
Shen Jiayao did not dare to say more. After all, his son was too young and he had to give him time to digest it slowly.