President of Zhuma PK

The next day, when Li Fan offered to send him to school again, Song Ci sternly refused.

Li Fan didn't force it, so he changed his shoes and went out with him.

As soon as he went out, he happened to meet Mrs. Yang wandering in the corridor with the child in her arms, singing an unknown nursery rhyme and coaxing the child in her arms in a low voice.Seeing them, Mrs. Yang said very apologetically, "I don't know what's wrong with this child. She kept crying last night and fell asleep almost at dawn. This will make a fuss again. It must be so noisy that you can't sleep. Okay? I'm so sorry."

Li Fan smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, we slept well."

Hearing what he said, the apology on Mrs. Yang's face diminished a lot, and she turned to Song Ci and said, "Song Ci, my husband brought back a new batch of handwork yesterday, if you have time after school, come over Let’s do it at my house, the two of us will do it together. This time the price is a little higher, fifty cents each.”

Song Ci smiled gratefully, nodded in agreement, and left with Li Fan.

"Mrs. Yang is really nice and has helped us so much. When our conditions are better, we must thank her well." Song Ci said as he walked.

"Well, I have to thank her very much." Li Fan said, "But it seems that he seldom sees his husband."

Song Ci said: "His husband works as a scaffolder on a construction site. He leaves early and returns late every day. Of course it's hard to see him. But seeing how nice Mrs. Yang is, his husband should be a good person too."

Li Fan nodded in agreement.

Arriving at the bus station, after watching Song Ci get on the bus, within a few minutes of waiting, the bus waiting for Li Fan also arrived.

He followed the flow of people into the bus, grabbed the pull ring to barely stand still, and wobbled towards the direction of the hotel.

In the evening, after dinner, he quickly finished the homework left by the teachers of various subjects today. It was less than nine o'clock, and Song Ci went to Mrs. Yang's house.

Li Fan was idle at home and had nothing to do, so he followed.

Knocked on the door, got the answer and opened the door to go in. Mrs. Yang was circling around the room anxiously with her baby in her arms.

After asking, I found out that Mr. Yang accidentally fell off the scaffolding while working on the construction site today.Mrs. Yang just received a call from the contractor, saying that Mr. Yang has been sent to the hospital, and asked her to hurry there with the money.But she couldn't carry the child over there, and if the child started crying in the hospital, she would definitely not be able to take care of it.

Song Ci and Li Fan exchanged glances and said, "Mrs. Yang, if you trust me and Li Fan, give us the little stone."

Although they have no confidence in taking care of a five-month-old baby, they are willing to give it a try as long as they can help Mrs. Yang.

"you?"

Mrs. Yang knew that they were kind, but they were still young children, how could they take good care of the stone?

But after thinking about it, there is really no better way, so Mrs. Yang agreed to their suggestion and introduced the key to taking care of the child: "If he keeps falling asleep like now, just leave him alone, but if he cries, Generally, there are only two possibilities: one is that he peed or shit, and the other is that he is hungry. If it is the first kind, change his diaper; if it is the second kind, feed him formula milk.”

Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Yang roughly demonstrated to them how to change diapers and make milk powder, and said a few points for attention, then picked up her wallet and keys and hurried out.

At first, Xiao Shitou really slept soundly, and even snored a little: "Woo... woo... woo... woo..."

He occasionally sticks out his little tongue to lick his lips, and kicks his short legs, which is very cute.

The two looked around the stroller for a while, and felt that raising a child was not as difficult as the legend said.

Song Ci let out a long breath, and went to do manual work in peace.

Li Fan picked up a magazine similar to a story club at hand, and read it with relish while sitting by the stroller.

Facts have proved that many lessons handed down from the ancestors are not groundless.

It is true that there is a possibility of three people becoming a tiger, but there is also an old saying that "It is better to believe what is there than not to believe what is not".

Therefore, when Xiaoshi opened his mouth and waved his arms and cried hoarsely, the two 16-year-old boys panicked instantly.

After all, Song Ci was brought up by his mother, so he is much calmer and clearer than Li Fan.

"We'll just do what Mrs. Yang said. Come on, let's see if he's peed or shitted."

The two frantically untied the diaper from Xiao Shitou's body, but didn't poop.

Song Ci reached out his hand to touch the diaper, and the diaper was wet, so he speculated, "It should be peeing. Go and get me a new diaper, and I'll change it for him."

Li Fan obeyed the command, took out a diaper from the cabinet and handed it to him.

However, the two were disturbed by the cries of the little stone, and had already forgotten the steps of changing the diaper that Mrs. Yang taught them, and there was no way to fix the diaper to the stone anyway. body.

Li Fan had an idea, found a ball of wool from the drawer, and tied the diaper to Xiaoshi with the wool, and it was done.

However, Xiao Shitou's crying did not stop as expected, and instead tended to intensify.

"Is he hungry?" Li Fan asked.

Song Ci thought it was possible, so he asked Li Fan to hold the small stone and walk around the room like Mrs. Yang often did, while he went to make milk powder.

When the milk powder in the bottle was not so hot, Song Ci put the pacifier into Xiao Shitou's mouth, but Shitou took two tentative sips, then spit out the pacifier, and continued to cry.

Song Ci tried a few more times, but it was still the same.

He sat on the floor slumped, completely lost.

Li Fan was also helpless, anxious like an ant on a hot pot, but suddenly recalled the scene of Mrs. Yang coaxing the children in the corridor in the morning, so he coughed twice, cleared his throat, and tentatively sang a song: "I am a cat. Little frog, I have a big mouth.

The eyes grew large,

When I see a pest, I eat it in one bite.

I am a little frog,

The front legs are short and the hind legs are long.

live in the sky, come to climb on the water,

When I see a pest, I eat it in one bite. "

What Li Fan sang was the nursery rhyme that Mrs. Yang hummed when she went out in the morning, and he happened to know this nursery rhyme because someone sang it to him in a certain underground passage in winter with the howling draft.

Song Ci raised his head and stared at him.

He has never seen such Li Fan, gentle, quiet, serene, tall, making people feel safe and down-to-earth, as if he can cover all wind and rain.

Xiao Shitou's crying gradually subsided, finally whimpered twice, and fell asleep peacefully again, turning into a well-behaved and lovely baby.

Li Fan put him lightly into the stroller, and then let out a long breath of relief.

"What's the name of the song you sang just now?" Song Ci asked in a low voice, for fear of waking Shitou who had just fallen asleep again.

Li Fan also answered him in a low voice: "I don't know what the name is, I just heard it sung by others, so I remember it."

"You sing really well." Song Ci rarely praised him.

For Song Ci's sudden and straightforward praise, Li Fan seemed a little embarrassed, picked up the magazine he was reading just now, and read it intently.

Song Ci also picked up the unfinished puppet at hand and began to sew it up stitch by stitch.

Li Fan read magazines for a while, and suddenly asked, "How can you even do needlework?"

Song Ci said without raising his head: "Since I was a child, I sewed my own clothes when they were torn. I can also knit sweaters and scarves."

"It's amazing." Li Fan said, "Will you weave me a scarf in winter?"

Song Ci said without thinking, "No problem."

Fortunately, Xiao Shitou slept very soundly in the second half of the night and never woke up once.

When Song Ci was about to sew all the eyes of the puppets on the floor, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

He raised his head and moved his sore neck, only to see Li Fan lying on the sofa and falling asleep at some point.

Song Ci stood up, stretched his sore waist, legs and feet, walked over to pick up the magazine that had fallen by Li Fan's feet, and put it away, then bent down and picked up a sofa cushion behind his head, so that He sleeps better.

"A boy, why are his eyelashes so long?" Song Ci squatted beside Li Fan, and it was the first time he looked at Li Fan's face so carefully.

Slender eyebrows, straight nose bridge, moderately thick lips, sharp chin... No wonder Wen Wan was so excited after seeing him yesterday, Li Fan seemed really good-looking.

Song Ci shook his head with a smile, he must have been infected by Wen Wan, so he would be crazy about Li Fan's face.

He picked up the stroller and looked at Little Stone again, seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, he sat down again and sewed all the remaining dolls.

At 02:30 in the morning, Mrs. Yang hurried back from the hospital.

Looking at the diapers fixed with wool, although Mrs. Yang was a little dumbfounded, she still expressed her thanks to Song Ci again and again.

"How is Mr. Yang?" Song Ci asked.

"Fortunately, the place where I fell was not very high, and there is no danger to my life. It's just that my right leg was broken and a plaster cast has been applied. I will be hospitalized for observation for a few days. If there is no serious problem, I can be discharged from the hospital."

Song Ci could see the joy in Mrs. Yang's eyes.

Mr. Yang is the pillar and backbone of this family. If something happens to him, the family will be over.

Mrs. Yang couldn't do without Mr. Yang, just like he couldn't do without Li Fan.

Song Ci comforted Mrs. Yang a few more words, then walked over to wake up Li Fan who was still asleep, and returned to his home amidst Mrs. Yang's repeated thanks.

Li Fan said, "Why didn't you wake me up? I don't even know when I fell asleep."

"You have to go to work tomorrow, so if you don't rest, where will your strength come from?" Song Ci took off his shoes, and went to bed without washing his face or brushing his teeth. He was really tired tonight.

Li Fan wanted to say something, but Song Ci was already snoring slightly.

He walked over, helped him cover the towel, turned and walked into the bathroom.