Chapter 17: The Strange Grandpa
Come to think of it.
Chen Zhong put down the watering pot, and when he turned around, he found that the child who was being held in Tang Zhinian's arms was not crying like before, but smelling something from time to time, why, she smelled it.
"Uncle Zhong, you can help my girl take a look. ”
Tang Zhinian let go of Tang Yuxin, then pulled his daughter's little hand up, and then walked into a room with his daughter.
And Tang Yuxin was obediently held by his father's hand, and his eyes were also curiously staring at the various plants raised by Chen Zhong in the house, in fact, it was a grass, without flowers and branches, no different from those piles of weeds on the mountain?
However, there seemed to be a very clear taste, and the wind that came out of the beads and grass through the window was actually swaying slightly, as if there was a hint of a woman's grace.
It's weird too.
And she raised her face and smiled at Chen Zhong, and her eyes also turned into beautiful little crescents.
"Hello grandpa. ”
She asked people obediently, and she didn't need to be reminded by adults.
Tang Zhinian touched his daughter's little head, and this child didn't know when he opened his mind, but now he is well-behaved and smart.
Chen Zhong had a flat face, still a picture of not smiling, but it seemed that there was a faint warmth between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he had been in a dark corner, and finally a ray of light had been infiltrated into it, and faintly, the dust in the light could be seen.
He stretched out his hand and put it on Tang Yuxin's forehead.
"How did it hurt?" he asked, his fingers pressed lightly, Tang Yuxin felt a sore feeling on her head from time to time, she was a little uncomfortable, but she didn't dodge.
"Falling," Tang Zhinian's expression dimmed, but in the end he didn't say that he was pushed down by the child's mother, of course, this push down was Tang Yuxin's own words, and these are the facts, she was accidentally pushed down by Sang Zhilan.
"Does it hurt here?" Chen Zhong pressed one place and asked Tang Yuxin.
"It doesn't hurt," Tang Yuxin bit his little lip, "sour." ”
"Sour?" Chen Zhong raised his eyebrows, and pressed it again.
"Hemp. ”
He moved his finger up again, and pressed it down.
"Sour, hemp. ”
Tang Yuxin frowned, still enduring it, if she was really three years old, maybe she would have cried to death.
Chen Zhong removed his hand, and then put his hand behind his back, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal." ”
"Thank you, Uncle Zhong," Tang Zhinian touched his daughter's little head, and when he heard that his daughter was fine, he was also relieved, he was afraid that the child's head would fall into trouble, and the village doctor couldn't see these things, saying that if he wanted to know, he would go to the big hospital for an examination, but the village was far away from the big hospital, and he also needed money, and now he really didn't have any money. So, I thought of Uncle Zhong here.
Tang Yuxin looked at the more graceful grass from time to time, and she didn't know why, but she liked it very much, and there was the faint cold fragrance she smelled.
Yes, she smelled a cold fragrance, and she stood here, feeling that her five senses seemed to be becoming clearer.
Tang Zhinian picked her up again and was about to take her back, but Tang Yuxin turned his head and looked at the bouquet of plants that looked like grass but not grass, like orchid and not orchid.
The smell faded when they walked to the door, but faintly, there was still some inexplicable aroma burning in their noses.
Chen Zhong inside took care of the grass carefully, and the water in the kettle was also careful not to slip a drop and spilled it in the pot.