After entering the house, Liu Wucheng put Chen Bing on the ground, and then took the TV remote control from the table and handed it to him.
"What TV do you want to watch?"
Chen Bing waved his hand and did not take the remote control.
"I want to be with grandpa, not watch TV." His childish voice simply spoke into Liu Wucheng's heart, blowing his withered hill into the spring breeze.
"Okay, okay, then go with grandpa." Liu Wucheng rubbed Chen Bing's head with a smile on his face, and took his hand to the table in front of the window.
This table is made of wood, and the surface is still painted with a layer of shiny paint. The tall and thin table legs and the table edge with fine carvings all show its value.
In short, this is a piece of furniture that does not match the temperament of the whole old house.
Chen Bing has some impression of this table. In his memory, it is neither used for eating nor for placing things. So its purpose has always been a question in Chen Bing's mind.
Today is different from the past. There seems to be something placed on this table. It was just that Chen Bing couldn't see what was on it because of his height.
Grandpa pulled a chair from the table, and then held Chen Bing and let him stand on it.
As soon as he stood on the chair, Chen Bing could see clearly what was on the table.
It turned out to be a series of Spring Festival couplets.
To be precise, they were just pieces of red paper waiting for black ink to be splashed on them.
Just as Chen Bing was wondering why these appeared here, he saw Grandpa picked up the brush on the table and wrote on the red paper stroke by stroke.
A few minutes later, a Spring Festival couplet with flying dragons and phoenixes slowly appeared on it.
Upper couplet: Auspicious snow and fragrant fragrance celebrate good wishes
Lower couplet: Healthy and long-lived, wishing good luck
Horizontal banner: Everything goes well
Looking at these artistic characters, Chen Bing's surprise was no less than seeing a sow climbing a tree.
In his memory, Grandpa should be an old farmer who could not read a single word and faced the loess with his back to the sky.
"Grandpa, you can actually write calligraphy!" Chen Bing said in shock.
Although Liu Wucheng was surprised that Chen Bing, a two-year-old kid, could actually recognize calligraphy, he was relieved when he thought that his past conversation and behavior were not like those of a normal child.
Yes, my grandson, Liu Wucheng, is a genius who likes to listen to foreign literature when he is one month old, can talk and walk at eight months old, and can recognize people and roads before he is two years old. What's the big deal about him being able to read calligraphy?
Thinking of this, Liu Wucheng told Chen Bing proudly: "Grandpa, when I was young, I taught in the town primary school. Later, I retired and had nothing to do before I started farming."
After that, Liu Wucheng told Chen Bing how great he was when he was young.
For example, how many high school students he taught, what awards he won in competitions, and what grades he was rated. After talking a lot, he remembered that his grandson was only two years old this year, and he probably wouldn't understand these things.
So he slowly closed his mouth and stopped talking about his deeds when he was young.
When grandpa was telling the story, Chen Bing also exclaimed "wow wow wow" in praise.
At the same time, he also found that when grandpa was telling the story of teaching in the past, his eyes showed an unusual brilliance.
Perhaps, grandpa missed grandma all the time because he had nothing to do all day, so he looked haggard. If he could help him find something he liked to do, he might be able to get rid of his current depressed mentality.
Thinking of this, Chen Bing grabbed grandpa's arm and clamored for him to teach him to write.
Hearing his grandson's request, Liu Wucheng was surprised at first, and then he was very happy.
He was just thinking about teaching Chen Bing calligraphy when he grew up a little bit and could read.
Now seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Liu Wucheng made up his mind that even if Chen Bing treated calligraphy as painting, he would never be angry.
After making up his mind, the two of them began to teach happily.
Liu Wucheng did not just fool around, but taught Chen Bing seriously from the basics of holding the pen, grinding ink, and posture. He was worried that the other party would lose patience, but he did not expect that his good grandson was serious and not vague at all.
So he put his mind at ease and taught boldly.
After learning for a while, Chen Bing wrote the word "bing" crookedly with the encouragement of Liu Wucheng.
Chen Bing looked at his grandfather a little embarrassedly because he thought the word "bing" was ugly. But his grandfather said that he was gifted and spared no effort to praise himself.
The sun climbed slowly from the east to the roof, and in a blink of an eye, it was more than ten o'clock.
Liu Yue, who came back from the market, was not at homeSeeing her son in the house, she went around and found her mother's house. She pushed open the door and saw him there.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Seeing the grandparents and grandchildren gathered around the table in front of the window, Liu Yue walked over curiously.
"Mom, grandpa is teaching me calligraphy." Chen Bing said to Liu Yue when she saw her come in.
At the age when his peers were still squatting at home to eat milk and be served, his good son took the initiative to learn this and that. Thinking of this, Liu Yue felt relieved.
"Dad will be back in a while. Bingbing, do you want to go home with me?"
Comrade Chen Shichao is coming back?
Yes, after all, it's the 29th year of the lunar year. If he doesn't come back, will he be able to celebrate the New Year?
When Chen Bing was young, Comrade Chen Shichao, Chen Bing's father, worked in the south all year round. Later, because it was hard to make money outside and the work was hard. In addition, his hometown gradually developed and he grew up, so he returned home to help Liu Yue open a breakfast shop. Calculating the time, it seems to be this year.
Since his father was coming back, he, as a son, should go home and wait for him.
So he looked at his grandfather.
On the other side of the table, his grandfather Liu Wucheng nodded at him with a smile.
In this case, after saying goodbye to his grandfather, Chen Bing returned home with his mother.
About half an hour after returning home, he heard a rumbling motorcycle sound breaking into the quiet courtyard, and a handsome young man Chen Shichao, wearing a worn leather jacket and a big red helmet, appeared at home.
Almost as soon as they met, Liu Yue trotted forward and hugged Chen Shichao tightly.
The subsequent scene was a bit inappropriate for children.
To be honest, Chen Bing was very embarrassed watching from the side.
Because since he could remember, there was no similar scene in his memory. Maybe they were hiding from him, or they lost their youthful passion after entering middle age. In short, he had never seen his parents being affectionate.
The first person to remember that Chen Bing was still watching was Liu Yue. She gently patted Chen Shichao's back and then broke away from his arms.
After separating from his wife, Chen Shichao also remembered that he still had a two-year-old child.
He lowered his head and saw Chen Bing standing by and looking at him.
Wow, he has grown up so much. The last time I saw him was during the Chinese New Year last year.
Although he knew that his son was gifted and smart. But in this era without video calls, Chen Shichao naturally thought that after a year or two, his son would definitely not recognize him.
Even so, the one in front of him was his blood son after all, and after seeing his biological son, of course he still had to hug him warmly.
So, Chen Shichao still hugged him warmly.
"Son! Call dad."
"Ah!"
?
Chen Bing immediately added a word of dad, and the confusion on Chen Shichao's face instantly turned into a smile.
"Okay, good son!"
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