Chapter 8: .sick

Tang Jinyu sat there and blinked, "It's snowing, does my brother play ball

too?"

Teacher Xia smiled and said: "Yes, he usually likes sports, and the school's

(fuck cao) field will be cleaned up..." He coughed when he said that, and

didn't go on, turning his head and turning off the topic. Learning new songs

with children.

Tang Jinyu reacted for a while before figuring out that Teacher Xia was afraid

that he would be sad to hear.

After all, he is the only child in the entire Tongzilou who has not gone to

school until his age.

Tang Jinyu actually feels that he can go to kindergarten now. He is now (shen)

in good health and has no problem walking and eating. Although he still squats

a bit, he can speak clearly when speaking slowly. As for other aspects, he has

no problem. I feel so bad. But his parents refused. In their eyes, Tang Jinyu

is no different from a baby who has just learned to walk. Chen Suling still

takes him to work every day and puts him in a place that can be seen under her

eyelids. This shows how much she attaches importance to it. .

After Tang Jinyu stayed with her mother for a while, she refused to go.

He found a reason, "I want to stay and learn piano from Teacher Xia."

Chen Suling hesitated. The child started to touch the piano recently. She and

her husband were a little worried at first, but Teacher Xia was kind and

patient. The child could sit on the piano bench for half an hour, which was

better than they expected. But because she was learning the piano, Chen Suling

still refused to allow her to keep her child out of her sight. She bent down

and said, "Xiaoyu is obedient, go to work with her mother first. You are not

alone with your mother and you are too lonely to eat with no one to accompany

you. ."

Tang Jinyu said, "Dad also ate alone."

Tang Hongjun was a little eager to try and suggested, "Does Xiaoyu want to

accompany Dad? Dad also has a big office..."

Chen Suling interrupted him and said, "The people coming and going in your

office will scare the children. Xiaoyu recognizes people. I haven't been in

contact with that much, so don't make trouble."

Tang Gong didn't dare to speak anymore, and stood staring at his son blankly.

Chen Suling coaxed for a long time, and she bit her to death and refused to

let him go home alone. In the end, the child sitting on the sofa wrinkled her

brows for a while and nodded: "Well, I'll accompany my mother."

"That's right, mom will let someone buy you a chocolate cake tomorrow, and you

can eat it at noon."

Probably a young age, he has a preference for sweets, but Tang Jinyu didn't

show much surprise. Before going to bed at night, he took the initiative to go

to his little (bed chuang). When Chen Suling came to kiss him on the cheek, he

stretched out his hand. He hugged her and said in her ear: "Mom, I'm grown

up."

The child’s tone was very light, but Chen Suling heard in her ears that she

felt like her son actually gave her a supportable hug. She hugged the child

and rubbed his cheek, "Well, the baby has grown up and is sensible. Up."

"Mom will also grow up. I will go to school in the future, so my mom will eat

alone."

He said too seriously, like a little adult, Chen Suling laughed and nodded.

When the lights were turned off at night, Chen Suling lay on (bed chuang) for

a long time and could not fall asleep. She kept thinking about what her son

said. Her heart was like a small hand tugging back and forth. She wanted to

let go but the other side. Just want to hold the child tighter, the feeling of

hanging up makes her very uncomfortable.

With her eyes open almost until dawn, Chen Suling hesitated when she woke up

the next day, and took her son to the company.

At the end of the year, she was busy with things. She personally took people

to run several factories, stared at the workshops to complete the orders, and

finally delivered the goods in the final timeline. It's just that every time

he went back, Tang Jinyu slept on the small sofa by herself, her face blushing

under her down jacket, and the secretary by the side looked after her while

sorting files.

The secretary saw her coming in, and she waved her hand as soon as she stood

up to make people continue to work. She slowly sat on the side of the sofa and

stretched out her hand to help her son cover the clothes.

There is a piece of chocolate cake on the small coffee table beside it, which

is the size of a palm, specially for the children, but the children in her

family will cut it every time, leaving her half a small cake.

No matter how much he likes and how delicious the food is, the child will not

eat alone. Either leave a piece of cake for her or put the candy in his pocket

and share it with his father.

It seems that these things are sweeter if the whole family eats them

separately.

Chen Suling felt that it was not that the children could not do without

herself, but she could not do without him.

After going back that night, she told a story to coax her son to sleep. Chen

Suling and her husband discussed it for a while. Her tone was not as firm as

at the beginning, and she hesitated: "Or, let Xiaoyu come back for the half

afternoon class. Right?"

"how?"

“I’m usually busy in the afternoon. I’m going to the factory and I’m going to

wear clothes in the spring. I’m not worried. I have to watch it myself, so

that I can have a meeting with the design department every morning and stay

with the company to accompany my children. Yu, I will take him to dinner at

noon, and then let the driver take him home." Chen Suling said for a while,

and sighed first.

Tang Hongjun laughed and comforted her: "I think this is good. In fact, you

are worried about the baby. He is much better now, but we can't worry about

it. You left Xiaoyu in the company with the secretary. Now he wants to learn

piano. It should be more assured to be accompanied by Teacher Xia."

"You are right, and you are still at your own home. Ask Teacher Xia to come

here. The environment is familiar to Xiaoyu. Practice slowly. After all, he

really wants to go to school in the future. We can't accompany him every day."

The two spoke well, but turned over and over at night and neither of them

slept well.

Although Tang Hongjun comforted his wife with his mouth, he hesitated even

more. After opening his eyes in the morning, he regretted the first sentence:

"Why don't you take it with me, so I can call Xiaoyu..."

Chen Suling said: "There is also a phone at home, just call it."

Tang Hongjun said again: "Then you wait for me to ask for a leave, and watch

with him at home for an afternoon? It's still the first time that Xiaoyu is

not with us. I don't know how to go up and down with my heart, so I jump very

hard. ."

Chen Suling poked his forehead and laughed at him: "How did you comfort me

yesterday?"

Tang Gong wanted to fall back on the bill, but Chen Suling was a person who

did what she said. She was quicker than her husband thought. She went to

Teacher Xia that same day. After obtaining Teacher Xia’s consent, she chose

the afternoon to give him to the child. having PIANO lessons.

On the first day, Tang Hongjun secretly asked for a leave of absence, and

watched by the window of his home for more than an hour, and saw that his

child was getting along with Teacher Xia very comfortably, and he felt sad for

a while. He watched for a while and then went back to his work unit, but he

felt relieved when he saw the picture of the child on the table. He bought a

toy train on the way home to make it more comfortable.

Chen Suling thought of a place with him. On the way back, she deliberately

went to the cake shop and bought a chocolate cake. This time she did not buy a

small one. She bought the largest double-decker one in the shop and brought it

back to her son.

Tang Jinyu did not expect to receive so many gifts, and was overjoyed.

He stepped his feet and looked at the cake on the table, watching his mother

cut a very large piece and handed it over, shook his head and said, "Mom, one

more piece!"

After changing, Chen Suling was afraid that he would eat too much sweets and

eat his teeth, but today was an exception. She didn't see her son all

afternoon, and she gave everything she wanted at the moment. She neatly cut

another piece and put it on the plate. She asked: "enough?"

Tang Jinyu nodded, took the plate with two cakes and went to the next door,

and happily gave it to Teacher Xia.

The two are close to each other, and Tang Jinyu doesn't know how many times he

has walked in that short corridor during this period.

Listening to his son knocking on the door next door, Mr. Tang said okay to the

others, sitting there and muttered.

Chen Suling got close and could hear clearly. She shook her arm and said with

a laugh: "Don't be fooling around. You don't do scientific research. What

piano tenth grade is you studying?"

Teacher Xia is responsible and has a good temper. Tang Jinyu likes him very

much, because he spends half an afternoon studying. After he gets in touch

with Teacher Xia, he will routinely boast a few words every night. The most

talked about is "Teacher Xia knows all instruments."

Tang Hongjun and his wife had been neighbors with Teacher Xia for a few years,

and their knowledge of him was limited to that he had been a music teacher in

a private school. The rest was not clear. This half-old house was also left by

Teacher Xia’s father. Yes, the old man used to work with Tang Gong in a design

institute, but it is no longer there. The Xia family is thin, and only Xia Ye

and his son have supported each other for so many years.

Tang Jinyu was taken care of by Teacher Xia, and the Tang family and his wife

naturally repaid them twice and took extra care of them.

Tang Hongjun felt that his son had troubled Teacher Xia. He also asked someone

to find a cram school with a famous teacher, and planned to pay back some

favors. After all, Xia Ye would be preparing for middle school after the New

Year and was facing the problem of choosing a school.

Tang Gong enthusiastically talked with the father and son next door, but Xia

Yeke politely refused.

"Thank you Uncle Tang, I really don't need it, my grades are good."

Tang Hongjun did his homework in advance and inquired about Xia Ye's grades.

The grades of the nearby school for children were average. The number of

people admitted to the experimental middle school each year was not too large.

Xia Ye's grades were among the top ten in the class. , Just stepped on the

edge. He knew that young people at Xia Ye’s age had high self-esteem, and he

put it euphemistically: "Xia Ye, there is an experimental teacher who gives

supplementary lessons. The test papers are also the past exam questions. Do

more questions and get familiar with it. It doesn't hurt. Or you try How many

lessons?"

Natsuno still did not agree.

Teacher Xia also smiled and said, "I made you bother to follow along. Xia Ye

learned very well here. As for which high school to take, let him choose by

himself."

Tang Hongjun has never brought a child, but after thinking about the habitual

thinking of treating his baby son, he nodded and said cheerfully: "Also, let

them decide for themselves, just read and read. It’s good everywhere, and

don’t worry if the high school is close to home."

The tutoring class was not delivered, and Tang Hongjun troubled his father in

the provincial capital to send some books. This time it was Xia Ye’s favorite

content, mostly about programming, and there are two original English

editions, which are not easy to obtain. book.

Xia Ye liked this gift very much. After receiving the book, he offered a bag

of fruits to thank him.

Tang Hongjun opened the door for him and took the fruit, smiled and patted him

on the shoulder and said: "It's too polite, you will be a family, you don't

have to be polite with your uncle in the future, just speak up if you want to

help."

Xia Ye smiled, "Thank you Uncle Tang."

He took this sentence as a polite sentence in his heart. Many people have said

this to both father and son for so many years, but few who really lend a hand

when encountering difficulties. There is a saying that it is very common to

say that saving the emergency does not save the poor, and he does not blame

those people. This is human nature.

But he did not expect that the words of the Tang family would be fulfilled so

quickly.

It was the time when the New Year was approaching. The street outside was very

flavorful. There were red (color) lanterns hanging everywhere, and the

colorful lights on the street had begun to light up, except for a few

restaurants that were still open. The few shops have closed for rest, and they

are all preparing for the New Year.

Chen Suling went to the company to give benefits to the employees. In the

afternoon, she deliberately asked the driver to prepare an extra copy and send

it to her home.

It was also a coincidence. As soon as the driver arrived, he saw the children

from their boss’s house crying and knocking from door to door in the corridor.

When he saw him, he even ran from a long distance. It was also a little dirty,

his hands were torn and blood was bleeding.

The driver was taken aback, and hurriedly threw down his things to look at

him: "Xiaoyu, what's the matter? What's wrong?"

Tang Jinyu still stammered a bit, panting badly at this moment, pointing her

finger in the direction upstairs and crying: "Home, Teacher Xia...Uncle help!"