"Nonsense, what else is there to talk about?" Feng Zhengyang was about to choke to death from this child.
Feng Sicheng held the quilt between his arms and said seriously: "But we have no common topic, so I can only work hard to find a topic."
"Grandpa and grandson don't need to talk about anything in common."
Feng Sicheng denied: "No, it's necessary."
After saying that, he thought hard for a long time and suddenly said: "Grandpa, what does it mean to have a home away from home?"
Feng Zhengyang: "..."
Everyone has been young and a bastard, but when he was old and his grandson mentioned him so vaguely, Feng Zhengyang felt very embarrassed.
"Who told you?" Feng Zhengyang said with a straight face.
"What are you talking about?" The little doll looked confused, "Grandpa doesn't know what it means either?"
Feng Zhengyang wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain it to a child, "Okay, okay, go to bed quickly. Opening and shutting up children's mouths are all adults' business. Aren't you afraid of getting older?"
"You're not afraid." Feng Sicheng touched his forehead, "I heard from my father that when I was born, my mother disliked me very much and wouldn't hug me, saying that I was wrinkled."
In the darkness, Feng Zhengyang smiled, turned over and patted his grandson gently, and they fell asleep together.
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Early the next morning.
When Feng Sicheng walked into the bathroom in a daze, he saw his grandfather looking at his face in the mirror and scratching his hair from time to time.
"Grandpa, are you so obsessed with your appearance?" The little baby sat on the toilet. Although it was a little difficult, he still looked good.
Feng Zhengyang sighed, "I'm old, I'm really old."
There are more and more gray hairs, and the wrinkles on my face are clearly visible.
Feng Sicheng jumped off the toilet, flushed the water again, and looked up at his grandfather with eyes that had not yet opened.
After a while, he said quietly: "Grandpa looks much younger than when I was born."
Feng Zhengyang: "..."
Feng Sicheng touched his forehead and said, "My mother said that when I was just born, I had a forehead tattoo, but you didn't even have one."
Feng Zhengyang was speechless again: "..."
"Don't listen to what your mother said." He took his grandson to wash up.
"That's my mother, of course I have to listen. If I don't listen to her, who will listen to her?" Feng Sicheng replied inarticulately while brushing his teeth.
Feng Zhengyang crossed his arms and said in a strange tone: "Huh, you are filial."
It's the weekend today. After lunch, Feng Sicheng will go home.
When he was sending his grandson to the gate, Feng Zhengyang finally couldn't hold it back and said, "Come here early on Friday."
"But Pao Pao has to go to school." Feng Sicheng got into the back seat and waved to them with his head exposed, "Grandpa and grandma, we'll see you next week! Thank you for taking care of us!"
The grandson was so polite that Mother Feng couldn't put it down.
Seeing that the car was almost gone, Feng Mu glanced at the people next to her, "What are you looking at now that they're gone?"
"I do." Feng Zhengyang turned around and went home angrily.
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"Dad! Mom!"
After returning home, Feng Sicheng shouted with joy as soon as he entered the door.
But what a pity, no one responded to him.
"Huh?" Feng Sicheng's little figure walked around the house without seeing anyone.
"Uncle Leif, where are mom and dad?"
Leif shook his head and said, "I don't know either."
In the sofa.
One big and one small, a machine and a body, sat there, sighing at each other.
Lai Fu needs to recharge, and Feng Sicheng needs to eat.
But there is no one at home.
He ran to the study to make a landline phone call, but no one answered after beeping for a long time.
"Uncle Leif, let's cook."
Aunt Zhang is not here either.
Leif stood up and Chip quickly searched for recipes.
kitchen.
Feng Sicheng stood on the bench, holding a fruit knife in his right hand, "Cut it like this?"
"Probably." Leif turned his head and looked, "Be careful with your hands."
Feng Sicheng barely stepped on the cucumber with his feet, but the pieces he cut were still segments, not pieces at all.
"duang——"
"Bang--"
"Crackling——"
When Feng Yan and Ye Lai returned home, they were stunned the moment they stepped through the door.
Ye Lai took a breath, a little doubtful: "Didn't we travel to the Heavenly Palace?"
Feng Yan: "..."
There were layers of smoke in the living room of the villa. It was so thick that I couldn't see the food in front of me clearly.
Just then, two figures came out of the smoke.
For a moment, they thought a god had descended to earth.
But in fact, it was two people who were suffering that came over carrying spatulas.
"What are you two doing?" Feng Yan quickly ran into the kitchen and closed the pot after reacting.
Put out the smoking pot as soon as possible and open the windows for ventilation.
In the living room, Ye Lai finally found his son in the mist, "What are you doing?"
Feng Sicheng's face turned dark and his eyes were red from choking. He knew that he might have gotten into trouble, so he bowed solemnly: "Mother, I was wrong."
Ye Lai was stunned.
Just listen to the little baby say again: "But I'm so hungry, I don't want to drink milk, I just want to eat, and I don't know how to do it, so I can only ask Uncle Lefu to help me."
He thought Uncle Leif could be smart about it, but he thought too much.
Laifu didn't even dare to touch the pot. He famously said: I am made of iron and will break down when exposed to high temperatures.
Ye Lai sighed and wiped his son's face with a wet wipe, "Sit down for a while."
"OK."
Ye Lai walked to the kitchen and looked at the mess on the table. She picked up her apron and said, "Cook for your son."
Feng Yan quickly understood the cause and effect, and without saying anything, he simply cleaned up the battlefield and cooked dinner with Ye Lai.
"Paopao, haven't you had lunch?" Feng Yan asked after taking a moment.
Feng Sicheng, who loves cleanliness, had just finished washing his face and came out, "I ate it, but at noon, grandpa had a sudden idea to cook. My son, I really spent all my life's endurance to prevent myself from vomiting it out."
"A lifetime..." Feng Yan couldn't help laughing, "Your life has only been three years so far."
"Yes, I have known Dad for three years, but I still haven't established a deep relationship with him, so much so that I can't even find him when I'm hungry." Feng Sicheng complained very calmly.
Feng Yan's mouth twitched: "..."
"Okay, okay, Dad was wrong. Dad didn't hear the call you made. I won't do it next time." Feng Yan felt that his apology was particularly sincere.
Feng Sicheng frowned, "Isn't it supposed that this kind of thing won't happen again? How can you let me not find you?"
"Yes!" Feng Yan really admired his son's logical ability, "You are right, this kind of thing will never happen again!"
"Dad." Feng Sicheng walked over and raised his head.
Looking at his son who looked very much like him when he was a child, Feng Yan's tone softened a lot: "Huh?"
"What on earth are you and mom doing?"
Feng Yan poked his forehead, "Why are you so curious?"
"Obviously you said it, if you don't understand anything, just ask. I asked you and you still disliked me for talking too much." Feng Sicheng crossed his arms.