Flesh and blood

When Zheng Qing was ten years old, a serious problem happened that worried everyone in the Zheng family. Mothers who died young and slept peacefully in the ground have the desire to get out of the coffin.

On that dark and windy night, on the bed in the mansion compound, a sense of dampness permeated the entire room.

Zheng Qing, I wet the bed.

Then that night, all the members of the Zheng family, men and women, old and young, all heard the news, covered their mouths and sniggered, and at the same time kept their eyes straight.

Later, Zheng Jiyan could only call Zheng Qing into his room, coughed, and asked, "Qing'er, why are you still wetting the bed at the age of ten?"

Zheng Qing tilted his head, rolled his eyes and smiled, "I didn't pee."

Zheng Jiyan's eyes sharpened: "Don't argue with me, tell the truth!"

Zheng Qing looked down at his fingers, then looked up carefully at Zheng Jiyan who was pretending to be angry, and replied in a low voice: "Our teacher said that the scientific name of bedwetting is Huatu...and..."

Zheng Jiyan had a serious expression: "And what?"

Zheng Qing lowered his head, and his voice was even lower: "The teacher said that drawing a map is something only a corn-eyed person can do..."

Zheng Jiyan laughed this time, his face dark and gloomy: "Your teacher said, I peed on your bed?"

Zheng Qing curled his small mouth, raised his eyes to peek at Zheng Jiyan twice, and couldn't help but bend his small mouth upwards: "Dad, so you are also called 'corns'."

After saying this, Zheng Qing immediately turned around and ran out of Zheng Jiyan's room without saying a word, his two calves ran very fast, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only Zheng Jiyan who was still in the room with a cry An angry voice said: "Bastard! Come back to me!"

This little disturbance has really caused a commotion for a while. In fact, Zheng Qing himself doesn’t know why he wet the bed all of a sudden, but he can’t say that it’s because he was dreaming about looking for a toilet. He brought a toilet, and then, in order to understand his father's hard work, he couldn't hold back the wetness.

Thinking about it this way, Zheng Qing felt that most of the reasons for his bedwetting were due to Zheng Jiyan.

Because of this matter, Zheng Qing's grandparents also approached Zheng Jiyan to treat the matter seriously, and once wondered whether Zheng Qing had symptoms of frequent urination and urgency, so exaggerated that he had to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination, and insisted on treating their baby In the grandson's room, the largest bathroom was built alone to avoid bedwetting incidents.

Zheng Jiyan is one head and two older, and he doesn't beat Zheng Qing, the only son, or pet him. His eyelids often twitch because of little things.

But later, Zheng Jiyan discovered a way to restrain his son, that is, he is a rogue, sophistry and stalker, and you have to be more rogue, sophistry and stalker.

Within a month, the second major event in Zheng Qing's ten-year-old life came.

It was also a dark and windy night, on the bed in the mansion's compound, a sense of damp permeated the entire room.

Zheng Qing, wetting the bed again.

Then that night, all the people in the Zheng family, men and women, old and young, all heard the news, and they were able to accept the facts without changing their faces and heartbeats, while laughing wildly in their hearts.

Zheng Jiyan called Zheng Qing into his room again, with a smile on his face: "Zheng Qing, your teacher said that the map you drew for the first time was not good-looking, and you asked Corn to draw it a second time, right?"

Xiao Zhengqing's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "How do you know what our teacher said?"

Zheng Jiyan laughed even wider: "Call me Dad."

Zheng Qing opened his small mouth and laughed: "Dad!"

The smile on Zheng Jiyan's mouth continued: "My dear son, I will treat everything your teacher says as a fart, and everything you say will treat me as a fart. From today on, you will sleep on the floor, when will you stop wetting the bed, and when will you sleep on the bed. "

Hearing this, Zheng Qing's cracked mouth drooped instantly: "But our teacher..."

Zheng Jiyan smiled: "Call me Dad."

Zheng Qing's small face wrinkled, and he opened his mouth shyly, "Dad..."

The results of this lecture were remarkable, and Zheng Jiyan was very satisfied. Not only did Zheng Qing never complain about the teacher since then, but he also never wet the bed again, which also made Zheng Jiyan wonder if Zheng Qing wet the bed on purpose , and then tried to choke myself by saying those things about "corns."

This victory is the first time that Zheng Jiyan has controlled Zheng Qing since he was ten years old. Because of some small disputes with children.

After this incident, it was also the year when Zheng Qing was ten years old. It can be said that Zheng Qing's ten-year-old life was prosperous and colorful.

The first time Xiao Zhengqing fell in love with a girl was Xiaoyue in the class.

Xiaoyue, a little girl, has been full of water since she was a child, with big eyes and small mouth, and a round face that is still white and red. At first glance, she looks like a little beauty.

Then Zheng Qing's heart turned to Xiaoyue, who was also only ten years old, and her heart became wide open and colorful.

Zheng Jiyan once saw his good son with his own eyes, holding a few daisies, standing at the gate of the elementary school, kneeling and half-kneeling affectionately towards Xiaoyue, his eyes were psychedelic, and his mouth was talking endlessly: "Yueyue, You are the light in my dark night, you are the concern in my heart, you are my only myth, I will only love you forever, my goddess, fairy, witch, Hallelujah, the Virgin Mary!"

...Because the ten-year-old Zheng Qing is still inexperienced, his love words can only be borrowed from other places and then add his own combination of words and sentences. He quickly left the school in the car, and on the way, he thought about how to teach that bastard a lesson.

On that day, the poor Zheng Qing was not only rejected in courtship, but also scorned and reprimanded by the parents of his classmates. He also waited at the door for an hour but did not wait for the car to pick him up, although the specific process was not worth mentioning. What, but this is the first time that Zheng Qing has suffered serious mental trauma since he was a child, and he finally walked back by himself with small steps.

The dejected little Zheng Qing was in a very low mood. When he returned home, he didn't ask why no one picked him up. He went back to his room with his schoolbag on his head. He opened the door and found that Zheng Jiyan was also in his room. When Zheng Qing saw Zheng Jiyan, thinking of his embarrassment at the school gate, immediately blushed, rushed forward and cried loudly.

Zheng Jiyan had already prepared his words and was about to teach Zheng Qing a lesson, but when he saw his son crying unbearably wronged, he immediately put aside all the words he had prepared, hugged Zheng Qing's small body and said, "I know that I am wronged. gone?"

Zheng Qing buried his little head in Zheng Jiyan's arms, and nodded with restraint.

Zheng Jiyan's face turned cold: "Why are you crying? How did I teach you before?"

Zheng Qing raised his small face, sobbing: "Dad said, the reason why I can't catch up with girls is... because I'm stupid... and my face is not white enough..."

Zheng Jiyan's face turned from blue to purple, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak. Finally, he calmed down and forced a smile on his face: "I'm not stupid, whoever wants you, dad wants you."

The tears in Xiao Zhengqing's eyes disappeared immediately, and he widened his eyes: "Really?"

The smile on Zheng Jiyan's face gradually widened: "Really."

Zheng Qing smirked: "Corn, you are not bad."

Zheng Jiyan smiled awe-inspiringly: "Bastard, sleep on the floor at night."