When he was a child, Wenyang lived in a large courtyard with several families in the courtyard, and the structure was a bit like the type of courtyard house.

It may be early, and the houses at that time were all made of bricks and tiles, and the sound insulation was not very good.

Wenyang's home is the small house in the northeast corner of the courtyard.

The room was divided into two floors, the lower floor was where the family ate together, the upper floor was used for sleeping, and the second floor was made of thick planks six inches wide. At night, Dad would always hold the sleepy-eyed Wenyang in the middle of the night to get up and release the water, and as soon as he walked around, the wooden floor creaked, which sounded a little scary.

Whenever it was windy and rainy, if the windows were not closed properly, the rain would pour in through the windows, and there would be a rumbling thunder, which frightened the startled people.

After moving to a new home in the town, it rained once, and Wenyang's mother remembered an incident when he was a child, and told him an interesting story.

It was a summer night, and Wen Yang, who had not yet been weaned, had just fallen asleep for a long time, when suddenly there was a very loud thunder in the sky, as if it was exploding next to his ears, and the sound was particularly loud. Wenyang's mother was awakened, and quickly got up and closed the window, and saw that her son was scared and shivered, but then fell asleep again, so she was relieved.

After about an hour, Wen Yang woke up kicking his legs and began to cry.

Wenyang's mother naturally woke up, and under the coaxing of her mother, Wenyang's crying gradually became smaller, mother and son; One; Root; Read; Novel yb+du continues to sleep. But it didn't take long for Wenyang to wake up and cry again, and it was useless for anyone to coax him.

Seeing that the child was crying out of breath, his face changed, and the couple began to shed tears, wanting to send to the hospital, the hospital was far away from home, and there was no such thing as a taxi at that time, so they could only wait for dawn to send it.

I was worried that I couldn't help it, and a black cat at home also woke up, ran into the house curiously, and jumped on the bed.

The Wen family and his wife usually don't let the cat go to bed, and they were about to push it down, when the cat came to Wen Yang and sniffed the child's face, stretched out his tongue and licked it gently.

It's also strange to say, Wen Yang closed his eyes and cried endlessly, his waving arm touched the black cat's plush body, and he subconsciously hugged it, the black cat snorted in the crook of the child's arm, and Wen Yang, who couldn't coax him, actually stopped crying slowly and fell asleep.

Since then, black cats have been given the privilege of going to bed. Of course, that's an afterthought.

Later, Wenyang's grandmother found out about this and said that he was frightened by the thunder, thanks to his own black cat, otherwise when he was sent to the hospital at dawn, the child would have cried and hurt.

Looking at Congcong who was crying endlessly, Wen Yang remembered what happened when he was a child. Just now, Gong Jiang had already slapped the banana pieces in Sicong's throat, and the child could cry out, it stands to reason that it was fine, but why did he keep crying?

Is it because I was frightened?

Gong Jiang straightened up, a little confused: "I listened directly to the child's heartbeat and chest sound just now, and the heartbeat was faster, it should be caused by crying too violently, and there is nothing else wrong." ”

Because he was not a pediatrician, Gong Jiang could only use the elimination method to preliminarily check Zhao Sicong's physical condition.

There is nothing wrong with the body, but the crying is non-stop - the problem should be here.

Wen Yang pondered for a moment, then stood up and leaned towards Sicong.

"You dog don't bite!"

Zhao Han is considered to be relatively well-cultivated, and when he saw the husky of Gong Jiang's family approaching the child, he endured it, so he asked, but he didn't get angry.

"Oh? Don't bite, don't bite. ”

Gong Jiang's old face turned red, and he squatted down and wanted to drag the husky away.

Wen Yang glanced at him, twisted his body, dodged Gong Jiang's hand, stretched out a fluffy head, gently rubbed it on Sicong's little face, and licked the child's hand with a hot tongue.

Be good, Cong Cong doesn't cry!

At this age, if a child grabs something in his hand, he will hold it tightly.

Wenyang has also teased other people's children before, as long as he stretches out his fingers and touches the baby's hand, the other party will subconsciously hold it. That feeling of heat coming from the fingers is really loving.

It's a pity that Zhao Sicong grabbed the hair on Wen Yang's head.

Whew!

It hurts!

Wen Yang frowned, with tears in his eyes, what about the plot, it's not like this.

Fortunately, the child's strength was not great, Sicong waved his arm, and wherever he pulled his hair, he quickly stretched his head in that direction.

"Hey, hey! Let go of Congcong. ”

Congcong's mother was shaking and coaxing him with her son, but suddenly the husky of the Gong family came over, and then Sicong grabbed a handful of dog hair and didn't let go, and quickly brushed the husky's hair out of the child's hand.

"Don't move!"

Zhao Han suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Everyone's action card stopped.

What's wrong?

Cong Cong's mother looked at her husband in puzzlement, Wen Yang was slanting at her hair, and a sudden cry almost scared him.

Mao was grabbed and his head couldn't move, so Wen Yang had to glance at Zhao Han with slanted eyes, but he didn't expect to make eye contact with Zhao Han.

The wrinkles on Zhao Han's forehead unfolded, and he looked at him in surprise.

Last time, my wife said that the dog squeezed open the door in the elevator, and Sicong's hand caught by the door was not more seriously injured, but the dog's name was so ordinary that I couldn't remember it at this time.

"Your dog!"

Pointing to the husky and then looking at his son, Zhao Han was a little excited and couldn't say anything: "Sicong doesn't cry!" ”

Slanting his eyes and tilting his head, Wen Yang froze for a moment.

Ay?

Seems to be true!

Anxious to see how Zhao Sicong was doing now, Wen Yang raised his head, hiss, it hurt.

When he looked up, the hair on his head was pulled out of the child's clenched palm, and he shook his head, Wen Yang licked the little hand that moved on the side of his head, and the child's giggling sound came into his ears.

Grabbing Sicong's mother's legs, Wen Yang stood up, and saw Sicong's big black eyes staring at him, his little arms were still waving vigorously, and Zheng Huan, who was grinning with a small mouth, by the way, a drop of shiny saliva flowed out, and it splashed on his paws.

Withdrawing his claws and jumping back to the ground, Wen Yang's mood was not affected by saliva, it was very bright.

With a twist of his head, Wen Yang retreated proudly.

Doctor Shenma or something, it's not as good as my brother.

Wagging his tail and pacing towards the door, a deafening cry erupted behind him.

Crying again?!

Turning his head sharply, Wen Yang silently thought in his heart Don't Don't, he opened his eyes tangledly, Okay, the prayer failed.

Sicong was kicking and kicking in his mother's arms, crying at the top of his throat, and a strange pitiful expression appeared on Zhao Han's face.

Oh, please, middle-aged uncle, don't look at me with this kind of loli eyes!

Back at the seat, Gong Jiang pulled the food in front of him a little distracted, stuffed it into his mouth in a daze, and then chewed and swallowed it blankly.

"Dad, Dad?"

Lemon pushed his father: "Your bowl is empty, what are you fishing, Dad?" ”

"Oh, nothing."

Reaching out and stuffing a chopstick into his mouth, Gong Jiang continued his daze.

Huskies still have this effect, doesn't it mean that huskies have no other use except stupidity?

As soon as Da Mao ran away just now, the baby son of the Zhao family cried, and as soon as Da Mao ran back, the tear bag immediately stopped crying. After repeated times, Zhao Han finally took out a handful of money and asked him if he could "rent me your husky for one night", saying that since he saw that the child was fine, but he always cried, it was not a solution, rent a husky, and then see if he could stop after tonight.

Gong Jiang hurriedly pushed the money back.

Even if you rent it, they are all neighbors, and if you want to take your own big hair for one night, it's not a big deal.

Since it's not renting, it's borrowing.

After negotiating the matter of borrowing a dog, the master of ceremonies smiled and invited the protagonist of tonight's birthday party to the stage again.

Sicong's mother touched up her makeup with her hands and feet, and went on stage with her baby son in her arms, and then followed by a ...... Dog.

The protagonist squinted, probably crying too much and getting sleepy, and hummed twice from time to time, stretching his neck to see if the fluffy thing was still there.

This combination made the guests in the audience dumbfounded.

However, all the people present were people with status, except for a short whisper and a few children took out their mobile phones and took a few photos, nothing else happened, and finally this birthday banquet was completed with twists and turns.

After eating, Gong Jiang drove home with his wife and children first.

Wen Yang followed Zhao Sicong inch by inch to prevent him from suddenly bursting into tears.

A full-time driver drove them back to the community, and Congcong's mother took the child into the house with her own arms. Zhao Han had other things, and he was busy without touching the ground, and he didn't come back.

As soon as he entered Zhao's house, Wen Yang knew that he had little knowledge.

The Zhao family is very large, twice the area of the Gong Jiang family.

Why?

Because the Zhao family's house occupies a whole third floor. The room next door is also the Zhao family, and as soon as the two houses are opened, they are particularly spacious.

The spaciousness is not counted, and the household appliances in the house also make Wen Yang's eyes straight.

The floor is not tiled, not the floor, but the carpet, there is no air conditioning, but the temperature in the house is cool and suitable. The wall-mounted TV with a pure curved screen, a somatosensory game remote control on the leather sofa, the nurse hurriedly entered the kitchen, and brought out a bowl of egg custard for a while, blowing and feeding it to Sicong, this bowl of egg custard is silver! The spoon is also silver!

The most exaggerated thing is that Sicong's mother took a long remote control and pressed it, and a wall was opened...... Then she went in, and came out after a while, changing into her pajamas, and the clothes she wore during the day and the bag she was carrying were gone.

What kind of high-tech is this?

Reminding himself to close his mouth in shock, Wen Yang lay down in front of Sicong, who was eating egg custard, and asked himself in confusion:

Why would a friend who was called to a birthday party live in this kind of ordinary commercial housing if he is full of luxury, drives a luxury car with a full-time driver, and decorates his home like a tyrant in the future world in 20 years?