The traditional sound was silent, and it turned sideways, looking a little clumsy. I hurried over, but I didn't dare to snatch the child, I only dared to help him straighten the child. Nian Nian was a little scared, but she was strong and looked at me with her little neck twisted. I kissed her forehead, touched her little head, and said to her, "Baby, this is Daddy, let Daddy hug you." ”

Of course, she didn't understand much, but when I touched her head, she was relieved, but she still kept her mouth flat, a little unhappy.

I said to Fanyin, "Don't be so nervous. His muscles were tense, which would make the child uncomfortable: "Be gentle." ”

Fan's father was also much more relaxed, leaned over and said with a smile: "Yinyin hasn't hugged the child yet, don't be so stiff, be gentle, be tender." ”

Fanyin frowned, and Fan's father said again: "Don't frown, don't frown, smile." ”

Fanyin had to let go of his brows, apparently trying a few times to relax himself a little, but to no avail. Nian Nian could feel his stiffness, and he endured it to the limit, and his small mouth was flattened and he cried.

I hurriedly took her into my arms and coaxed and coaxed. Fanyin still stiffened his arms and looked at Fan's father.

Father Fan immediately said: "She is not familiar with the smell of your body, you have to contact her more and take care of her more." ”

Fanyin didn't speak.

Nian Nian stayed in my arms for five minutes before she stopped crying. Fanyin continued to shake the rattle under the purging of Fan's father, and finally made her laugh again. But she looked at him with a little more vigilance, Fanyin was obviously a little hurt, Fan's father also found this, and said: "Look at how smart the little guy is, she is afraid that you will rob her, so she doesn't dare to reach out to you, other people's children will definitely not be so young like this." ”

Fanyin smiled and asked, "What about Bi Huaixin?" ”

"Of course it's smarter than Waixin!" Father Fan said proudly: "How can my granddaughter not be smart? ”

I asked, "Waishin was smart as a child?" ”

"That kid can talk to people at the age of one, and at the age of three, he has already mentally multiplied and divided to hundreds of digits." Father Fan pursed his lips and said sourly: "But our family Niannian must be smarter than him, and our Niannian must already be able to calculate the square root number at the age of three." ”

"Three years old is too exaggerated!" I said, "And I believe that it should be a rumor, right?" ”

Fanyin glanced at me: "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean that others can't do it either." ”

"But that's three years old! Would you be when you were three years old? ”

"Yin loved dancing when she was three years old." Father Fan said with a smile: "He twisted around all day and danced happily to the rhythm." ”

Fanyin's face darkened, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Father Fan pretended to comfort him: "Don't be sad, you were delayed by your mother." She said that she wanted you to play, she wouldn't let you learn anything, and she played with cats and dogs at home all day long, raising my genius son stupidly. ”

Fanyin was still not comforted, and her face was still black.

Not to mention, his appearance is really much normal now.

We chatted for a while, and Fanyin asked, "When will the stars come back?" ”

"I only came back on Saturday, and your mother said that we have too many children and that it is unfair to her. She's going to take it back and keep it. Fan's father said: "People are not happy, and they still want to play with their little sister." ”

Fanyin didn't speak.

We went back at noon, and after feeding, Nian Nian became sleepy, and Fanyin followed in silently.

I coaxed her to sleep, and heard a low voice: "Sleepy? ”

"Sort of." I pulled myself together and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"When are you going to lose weight?" He doesn't open any pot and mention which pot.

"Did your mother let you go?" I asked, "What does the doctor say?" ”

"They said I was fine." Fanyin looked at Nian Nian and said softly.

"What do you think of it?"

He didn't answer, only asked, "Do you want him to disappear?" ”

I didn't say anything.

He repeated: "Do you want him to disappear?" ”

I......

His tone was lower: "Do you want him to disappear?" ”

"I don't know." I said, "I don't know if he did what made me abort. ”

"Answer only yourself." He said, "What if I told you that he was gone and you wanted a divorce?" Or don't? ”

"After all, there are ......"

"Don't think about children." He interrupted me, his tone beginning to be urgent: "Treat it as if there was no her." ”

"The child is lying here, how can it be regarded as nothing?"

He looked at me and didn't speak.

Assuming no children, I certainly don't want to stay, but that's not the answer he wants, and I don't want to anger him. Frankly, I don't want a divorce right now because I don't want to leave Niannian.

After falling silent, I also fell asleep.

When I woke up in the afternoon, the thoughts and the sounds were gone. I was startled and went to find Fan's father, and learned that he and Fanyin had led Niannian to bask in the sun.

The teacher who helped me with the make-up class was sick today and asked for leave, and I was studying at home. There are still two months before the resumption of exams, and I don't know if I can keep up, but I don't have the heart to study at all, my mind is full of thoughts all day long, and when she leaves me a little bit, I feel uncomfortable, even though they are all more professional than me.

I was reading a book when there was a knock on the door. I answered the door, and it turned out to be a complicated sound.

He sat down next to me, looked at my papyrus, and said, "Miscalculated. ”

I looked at him and asked, "Can you teach me?" ”

Dad still doesn't want to teach me, and he's already busy with his children. And it makes me uneasy to see the child, so it's better to stay on my side, in case he wants to bully someone, just bully me.

Without saying a word, Fan Yin rewrote the answer on the paper, saying, "The answer is this." ”

"What about the process?"

He glanced at me: "Think for yourself." ”

"I can think of it and ask you?"

He immediately widened his eyes: "Do you want me to help you eat?" ”

I muttered, "I can't help ...... at all," and Yu Guang saw that he was glaring at me unhappily, and continued to mutter: "You won't look at the children, and you won't teach me arithmetic." ”

He didn't say a word, but dragged the straw paper brush and began to write.

I leaned over and looked at it and said, "There's also the formula prototype." ”

He didn't say a word, he didn't write a prototype of the formula, he just wrote it on his own. I also want to remind him that he turned his face sideways.

I could tell he was asking me to kiss him. But I didn't move.

He waited for a while, didn't speak, wrote down the prototype, and handed me the straw paper.

I copied the answer, and I saw his thoughtful gaze. I pretended not to see it, continued to do the next problem, and heard him ask, "Do you need me to teach you?" ”

I endured and endured, but I still couldn't help it: "When will you start working?" ”

"It's still early." "My dad wants me to watch the kids at home," he said. ”

"Then you ......" I was nervous: "When will you divorce me?" ”

He played with the pen on the table and did not speak.

I turned my head to look at him and said, "If you don't want to leave, tell me too, lest I worry all day." ”

He still didn't speak.

I was even more flustered: "Why don't you speak?" ”

He was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Next year." ”

"When is next year?"

"Next year today." He said.

I asked, "To whom does the thought belong?" ”

"You." He leaned back in his chair.

Before I could speak, he asked again, "Satisfied?" ”

"Not satisfied."

"What else do you want?" He said proudly, "Just mention it." ”

"I still want money." I said, "Two thousand dollars is too little!" ”

"You have a golden doll?" Yin asked disdainfully.

"Of course your daughter is a golden doll."

He laughed and tilted his head: "Come here." ”

I didn't move.

"Come here." He said, "I want to hug you." ”

I still didn't move.

He leaned over himself, put his arm around me, rested his head on my head, and said in a very restrained tone: "Why don't you want a divorce?" ”

"I just gave birth."

"What about other than that?"

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, "Say I love you and don't want to leave?" "How is this possible? He didn't do a single good thing to me except for donating his liver for me.

He didn't speak, let go of his hand, and said, "You can divorce at any time if you want, let's talk about it next year." ”

"Your statement is fundamentally inconsistent."

"Oh." He said: "I want to divorce at any time, but I think I'll talk about it next year." ”

"Got it."

He stared at me for a moment and asked, "Still have questions?" ”

"You ...... Miss Pu," I asked, "to what extent?" ”

"I'm considering donating her a kidney." He folded his legs and stretched wide.

Apparently he was sarcastic about me, and I didn't say anything.

He looked at me for a moment and then asked, "Still have questions?" ”

"Solve the fifth question." I said, "I won't." ”

"Stupid." When he finally found it, he said so, showing a smug face, picking up the pen and writing while asking, "Will you be stupid when you are pregnant?" ”

"Yes."

He threw the straw paper over.

I copied it, and he asked next to him, "Need to tell you about it?" ”

"No, you can write quite clearly."

"Let's talk about it." He was still verbose: "You're stupid. ”

"I didn't even say I needed to!" I roared.

He suddenly clutched his chest and bent down.

I hurriedly leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

He bit his lip and looked dazed.

The position he covered was like a liver, could it be the sequelae? I rushed over to get the phone, but he grabbed my wrist: "Don't alarm my dad." He said weakly, "I'm fine." ”

I hurriedly asked, "So what's wrong with you?" Liver pain? ”

"Hmmm......"

"Why does it hurt?" I asked, "Is it okay if you haven't recovered?" ”

"Hmm." He said in a trembling voice, "It hurts so badly that you can't be angry." ”

"Then why are you angry?" It's obviously me who got angry just now!

He glanced at me and asked, "Who made you so stupid?" ”

I let go of my hand: "I'll go out if it's okay." ”

He grabbed my hand again, frowning, and seemed to hurt even more.

I couldn't tell if he was really hurting, so I had to say, "I'll call my dad, don't be angry, it's a big pain in your liver." ”

He didn't move, the strength in his hand was undiminished, but his expression was a little dazed.

I just had to ask, "Do you have any medicine?" ”

He shook his head: "No need to take medicine." ”

"And how can you keep it from hurting?" I now think he's pretending: "Let you take your breath off?" ”