Chapter 504: Learn to adapt

Chapter 504 Learn to Adapt
Mu Chen lightly dropped his fingertips on the window, looking at Ye Sang who was squatting on the ground and refused to leave, his eyes were astringent, and he murmured, "Little bastard..."
This is not going.
It sounds strange.
The first time I met was annoying, except for the annoyance, it was irritable. After all, for a person like his character and temper, a creature like a child is equivalent to trouble.
Mu Chen drew up the curtain blankly, and the knuckles of the curtain were slightly white, even though he could not hear any movement in the room, but when the curtain was completely closed and no one could be seen, he pulled the corners of his lips slightly. , I just feel that my heart hurts every time I breathe.
Are you willing?
Of course it is reluctant.
...
Ye Sang rushed into his mother's arms and cried enough. Gradually, he became tired. He burped and shrank into Ye Si's arms in search of a sense of security. He quietly said nothing.
The clear eyes kept peeking at the door when they left, and there was no response to them, tears came out.
Ye Si quickly patted her on the back and coaxed softly: "Oh, baby, let's ignore them, OK?"
"Mom loves you."
The woman's voice was gentle and gentle, with a sweet fragrance on her body. The little girl's mood was cured instantly. She wiped her tears, burped, and swallowed her cry.
Crying children have candy to eat.
But the premise is that someone is distressed.
Ye Sang buried her head in her mother's arms without saying a word. Knowing it was useless, she stopped crying when she was tired.
Gradually I fell asleep, and kept crying and belching aggrieved.
Seeing Ye Si was distressed and funny.
...
What is Ye Sang's hometown like?
Isolated from the world, a paradise.
The ages in each time and space are different. It is like the world where Dad is in. Many things are new things that she hasn't seen before. The place where Ye Sang lives is like the ancient times in TV dramas, with white walls and black tiles. In the old duplex house, there are teachers who taught in ancient times and children who go to school.
She lives with her grandfathers in the compound courtyard.
In a small yard that is like spring all year round, the elderly always like to hold a fan and sway and lazily bask outside.
"This is Sangsang's tree~" The child raised his head and pointed at the snow-white pear tree, his eyes brightened, his big eyes flashing, full of nostalgia.
When he was young, his grandfather sat in the yard to bask in the sun. Ye Sang, who was just learning to walk, swayed and always liked to sit under the tree and play by himself.
Ye Si returned to her senses. After seeing the familiar scene, she inevitably trembled for a moment. She squatted down and saw that her daughter was willing to speak, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"Really?" She touched the other person's head and said with a smile: "Sangsang is going to take mom to the place where you live?"
The little girl hadn't said a word since she came back, and Ye Si almost thought something was wrong with her fright.
Fortunately, nothing happened.
Ye Sang took the corner of his mother's clothes, and slowly nodded his head tightly for a while.
When she got home, she found that she was not as happy as she had imagined.
Ye Si was worried about her random thoughts, so she raised her head and gently rubbed her head, and said softly, "I didn't have time to take the suitcase. Before leaving, your father helped you pack things up."
She pointed to the room, "I put your room in, can we watch it again at night?"
The little guy is very well-behaved at the moment, nodding his head and keeping up with his mother, to greet the grandpa.
In the eyes of children, the life here tomorrow day after day is the teaching of the grandpa, playing with the little friends in the school, and being scolded by the master from time to time.
Simple and boring.
Before coming to that strange world, Ye Sang never knew how boring her life was. She liked being with her mother and grandpa very much.
However, he couldn't be happy now.
It's been a long time since I said it.
Ye Sang stepped on her calf and ran over, wearing a light-colored skirt, with the tassels on her waist swaying, and her milky voice cried out: "Grandpa."
"Eh."
Hefa Tongyan's old man awakened in an instant, he got up from the rocking chair, turned his head and immediately saw the little guy's round face.
"Sangsang?"
Father Mu's voice trembled, and he asked uncertainly, "Little Sangsang?"
The old gentleman in front of him is wearing clothes that are similar to those of the Republic of China, with an elegant and easy-going atmosphere.
Ye Si had an impression of him.
An old man who taught calligraphy to his daughters.
Speaking of which, she said that she did not admire these old men, it must be false.
She couldn't help but blow up her hair when she was tutoring her children to do homework. As a result, this group of people was able to resist the urge to hit others. It was simply commendable.
"Grandpa..." She buried her little head in Father Mu's arms, sniffed, and the little milk cried out.
The appearance of crying in the next second when I was wronged really scared Old Man Mu.
Excited, he lost the fan, and quickly reached out his hand to wipe the tears for his granddaughter, and glanced at Ye Si with a puzzled look, as if asking: What's wrong?
Ye Si pursed her lips and explained in a low voice, "Didn't you tell me, can I bring Sangsang back?"
"I brought it back."
"As a result, Sangsang has feelings with her cheap fathers."
Don't you feel sad now?
With regard to Ye Si's explanation, Elder Mu suddenly realized it, but he didn't feel relieved.
Ye Sang is what they have seen since childhood.
What she does is always three minutes of heat, and she's not used to it. What's more, the little guy has a lot of forgetfulness. She liked this a few days ago, and she changed again after two days.
Therefore, Mr. Mu touched her little head, wiped the tears from the corner of the girl's eyes with his rough hand, and said lovingly: "Okay. Grandpa will take you to the school to play, OK?"
After a pause, I thought that my granddaughter was away for nearly a year, so I just brought the children to familiarize myself with the environment.
Little children.
Forgetfulness.
After changing to a fresh environment, who still remembers those cheap dads?
With the idea of ​​diverting the children's attention, Mr. Mu took Ye Sang's soft little hand and walked towards the school.
Their school here is different from the kindergarten, and they learn different things.
The grandfathers are responsible for teaching the students here, and Ye Sang, a relative here, is often stared at by his own grandfather in class.
She moved her steps to lean against Mr. Mu, without making a sound.
Ye Sang has four grandfathers in total, and his own grandfather is Ye Lin.
The other four grandfathers always regarded Ye Sang as his granddaughter because of their good relationship and no children.
Today's class was taught by her own grandfather, who obviously didn't see herself.
The first lesson is shooting.
The target was placed in the front. The few friends who were training outside were all older than her, in their teens, and looked at the target in front of them with sullen faces, with serious expressions.
Ye Sang shook his head, not wanting to think about his father.
Can only concentrate on watching them shoot.
(End of this chapter)