nucmednet Chapter 15 The Well-behaved and Sensible Lang Ya Zi
Chapter 15 The Well-behaved and Sensible Lang Ya Zi
Er Mao believed it.
He struggled to stuff his body into the bag.
Chen Lang thoughtfully tied the bag shut with a rope.
Before leaving, he patted the bag.
"Hide well, and don't make a sound."
The result can be imagined.
After everyone else had been found, they realized that Er Mao was missing.
Everyone in the courtyard was frantic, thinking the child had been abducted.
Finally, following a sound of crying, they found Er Mao, who was crying so hard he was almost dying inside the snakeskin bag.
Another time, we played a beanbag toss game.
The rules of the game are very simple.
One pair throws the ball on either side of the field, while the other pair hides in the middle.
It hit the ground, but caught it and saved its life.
Chen Lang was small, so hiding was easy for him.
When it was his turn to throw, he threw at Afu alone.
He may not be very strong, but he knows how to use feints.
Afu was always tricked and the sandbag was always hitting him in the face.
Before long, he started crying and calling for his mother.
As soon as Afu's mother arrived, she got a headache just seeing Chen Lang.
Before Afu's mother could even speak, Chen Lang took the initiative to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
He's so small, but he's fair-skinned and cute, and he speaks in a childish voice.
Looking at his harmless face, even if the adults were furious, they couldn't bring themselves to vent their anger.
At most, I would just tap his little nose and say something helplessly.
"You little rascal!"
But the children wouldn't have it.
They may not know what "scheming" or "green tea" means.
But what they could feel most directly was that playing with Chen Lang, this short guy, was an extremely poor gaming experience.
He's like a bug, always managing to disrupt the rules and fun of the game in all sorts of unbelievable ways.
So, Afu wanted to hit him again.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Chen Lang would immediately lie down on the ground and begin his performance.
After several attempts...
Chen Lang's egregious behavior was also noticed by the parents in the courtyard.
This boy, Langya, looks well-behaved, but he's actually quite cunning.
As a result, parents began to educate their children.
"Stay away from that Langya from now on, and don't play with him."
"He's not a good kid."
Gradually, Chen Lang became isolated.
The boys stopped playing with him.
An Feng's situation wasn't much better; the girls didn't like to play with her either.
Children also experience jealousy.
An Feng was beautiful from a young age, with fair skin and big eyes, like a porcelain doll.
When the adults saw it, they couldn't help but praise it.
"Oh my, whose little girl is this? She's so pretty!"
If you praise someone too much, the other girls will feel uncomfortable.
Why are you good-looking?
Why do adults all like you?
As a result, they began to intentionally or unintentionally ostracize An Feng.
I played jump rope, but I wouldn't let her join in.
When distributing snacks, I deliberately skipped her.
However, Xiao Anfeng did not feel disappointed, because she had her younger brother to play with.
I even think those games aren't as fun as playing with my younger brother.
Other children played with those homemade trolleys made of wooden planks and bearings.
Several people sat on it, and several others pulled it with a rope.
Chen Lang and An Feng were playing on children's bicycles with training wheels that An Shaokang had given them.
The red body and the shiny bells were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.
An Feng isn't very good at riding yet, but she likes to sit on the seat with her feet hanging on the pedals and can only make half a turn.
Then, turning to Chen Lang behind him, he shouted imperiously.
"Little brother, push!"
Chen Lang was a short, stocky man who only reached the seat of a car.
With his meager strength, he huffed and puffed as he pushed the cart around and around the yard.
An Feng sat in the car, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair.
She looked at her friends who were casting envious glances at her, and then at the little follower behind her who was pushing the cart with all his might.
The little bit of vanity was greatly satisfied.
She rang the bicycle bell triumphantly.
"Ring ring—ring ring—"
The crisp sound of bells echoed throughout the courtyard.
It's as if they're showing off to the whole world.
Look, I have a bicycle!
I also have a male ox or horse that pushes my cart!
Do you have any?
Chen Lang, that cunning and wicked fellow, has already made a name for himself in the compound.
He relied on a series of outrageous maneuvers.
He wanted to make himself the "other people's child" that all the parents in the neighborhood talked about.
He became someone else's bad child.
"If you don't behave, I'll have Langya throw sandbags at you!"
"Cry again? If you cry again, I'll have Lang Yazi stuff you into a snakeskin bag!"
Chen Lang single-handedly became the "cry-stopping miracle" in the compound.
The results were outstanding.
Of course, this also led many neighbors to complain to the grandparents.
"Auntie, you really need to keep a close eye on your son, Langya."
"Yes, he's so sly and naughty. My son Afu avoids him whenever he sees him now."
But who are my maternal grandparents?
Protecting one's offspring is a traditional virtue of the older generation.
In their eyes, their own children are always the best.
Our Langya is such a good child, so sensible and obedient.
She has a sweet tongue and knows how to greet people.
No crying, no fussing, no picky eating.
No need to feed them, no need to coax them to sleep.
He will also take the initiative to take care of his wife.
Anfeng doesn't eat egg yolks, so he secretly throws them on the ground.
He would pick it up and put it in her mouth, teaching her not to waste food.
When eating braised pork, he would eat the lean parts and give the more fragrant and easier-to-chew fatty parts to Anfeng.
Tell her this is nutritious.
In the eyes of the two elderly people, such a worry-free and sensible child is hard to find even with a lantern.
As for the complaints from those little brats in the yard, they must have been the ones who bullied others first.
Our little Langya is so small, who could she possibly bully?
It was definitely your child who started it!
But with so many people complaining, my grandparents also got annoyed.
They simply stopped taking their two children downstairs to play.
"Hmph, if I don't want to play with them, then I won't."
Grandma was braiding Anfeng's hair while muttering to herself.
"Isn't it fine if we just play at home by ourselves?"
Why send the child out to be at the mercy of others?
As a result, Chen Lang and An Feng's time spent outside was greatly reduced.
Their world shrank back to that small room once again.
But they didn't find it boring.
The adults started focusing on their basic education.
Xiao Anfeng was the first to be affected.
Liu Xiaoli has had fewer performances recently, giving her more free time.
As she watched her daughter grow up day by day, the dancer genes ingrained in her bones began to stir.
Thus, An Feng's miserable life was given a new addition.
Practice basic dance skills.
Leg presses, back bends, splits.
Every day, Anfeng's "howling" can be heard in the living room.
The cries were even more pitiful than when the baby was weaned.
"Mommy, it hurts..."
"Sisi, just bear with it. If you want to be a dancer, you have to endure this hardship."