Xiao Changle walks more and more steadily, and is keen to walk. Qiao Shen now feels that raising a child is not physically tired, but mentally exhausted.

Xiao Changle is now like a spinning top every day. He doesn't need anyone to hit it every day. He runs violently every day, and he has stepped on the entire yard.

He has developed a hobby now, as long as Qiao Shen is cooking in the stove, he will run to the yard.

At this moment, he grabbed a chili pepper that was still the big thumb and ran in, held it and handed it to Qiao Shen: "Daddy... I want to eat..."

Looking at the small uneatable pepper, Qiao took a deep breath. The child was still young and couldn't beat him up, "My dear son, this one hasn't matured yet. You can't eat it. Pick it off. Eat it."

"Oh..." Xiao Changle understood, and obediently twisted out of the kitchen room.

.After a while, Qiao Shen heard his clattering feet stepping again. This time he was holding a small fist-sized tomato. The tomatoes were clear and blue, and the hard ones were stone. Chang Le walked to the vegetable field in the yard.

When he walked to the vegetable field in the front yard, he said, "This is a pepper. The pepper has to grow so big..."

Qiao Shen compared the length with his hand and said, "It's ripe. If it's red, it's ripe. Do you understand?"

Xiao Changle clasped his little finger around his neck, and his big eyes were full of questions, "Huh?"

Seeing his son’s cute appearance, Qiao smiled deeply. He grabbed Xiao Changle’s hand and stroked his son’s tender little arm. Long, you can pick it up, you know?"

.Xiao Changle raised his small arm and gestured on the chili vine. Joe squatted and didn't speak again, making Xiao Changle comprehend himself.

When Xiao Chang Lebi had enough, he grinned and looked at Qiao Shen with a smile, walked behind Qiao Shen, threw himself on Qiao Shen's back, and rolled Qiao Shen's back with his small face.

Qiao Shen felt the softness and warmth behind him, and leaned behind him backhand and touched Xiao Changle's back. The father and son were both tired and crooked for a while, Qiao Shen led him to the backyard again.

"This is a tomato. You have to look like this color before you can eat it." Qiao Shen pointed to a tomato that was half red.

Seeing that Xiao Changle wanted to pick it off, he stopped, squatted and hugged Xiao Changle tightly, circled him with one hand, and said with the other finger: "If the whole color is in this color, it will be familiar. The other half is still green and can't eat it, you know?"

.Xiao Changle clicked his small mouth, and Qiao felt his bulging belly deeply, as he moved up and down slightly with his breathing, rubbing his fat belly with both hands interlaced.

It doesn't feel too good, Qiao is very proud, but he raised it himself.

After eating lunch with Xiao Changle, Qiao Shen led him to the workshop with the food box.

As soon as Qiao Shen had prepared meals for Qiao Shen and Yang Mu-mutou, and wanted to sit down and chat with her husband, Xiao Changle grabbed Qiao Shen.

Qiao Shen followed his little strength to the backyard, wondering what his son was going to do.

I saw Xiao Changle holding his father to the side of the cart, let go of his hand, and picked it up on the cart, "Daddy, I'll take the cart..."

Qiao Shen followed him, carried him up and sat down.

"Daddy, push!" Xiao Changle didn't want to sit on a stationary cart. What's the difference between this and sitting on a small bench? He is very pursued.

."Daddy can't push it, baby, you look up to Daddy too much." Qiao Shen smiled and licked the little soft hair on his son's head.

"Um... hum... Daddy pushes..." Xiao Changle really wants to be a car!

Hearing that his son was making trouble with Qiao Shen in the backyard again, Qi Shuo put down his chopsticks and walked over, "When Dad has finished eating, Dad will push you. Don't make trouble with your dad."

Xiao Chang was happy to see his father coming, relying on his father's presence. He knew that his father would not make him cry because he would beat his father, "Woo...Father, push the cart..."

Xiao Changle was sitting on the cart, his little butt squirming, his whole body trembling on the cart.

Seeing such a small Changle, Qiao Shen felt helpless. This scooter was made of solid wood, and he couldn't push it to be strong.

.In the end, Qi Shuo hugged Xiao Changle and went to eat. Xiao Changle was held by his father, with two short legs hanging down, shaking weakly, and his whole body was lost.

Qi Shuo sat down to eat, Xiao Changle pouted and ran to the corner to make a little temper. Qiao Shen couldn't bear to see his son like this.

It's normal for children to like toys. Boys like cars. If Xiao Changle is in modern times, with Qiao Shen's family property in modern times, toy cars will probably give him a house.

"Brother Shuo, make him a small skateboard, he is so pitiful..."

Qi Shuo looked at Fu Lang's pitiful look, and pouted slightly. For the first time he saw Qiao Shen's soft and delicate appearance, and he agreed.

"Using a sturdier and not heavy plank, make four cart wheels under the plank, and then put a stick in front of the plank and put a crossbar." Qiao Shen said as he gestured.

."I'll go back to draw it for you in the evening."

Seeing Qi Shuo nodded in agreement, he ran to coax Xiao Changle, "Changle, we are gone."

...

Still having a little temper, Qiao Shen walked over and poked Xiao Changle's back with a finger, "Chang Le, what about daddy talking to you?"

Xiao Changle twisted his small body, frowned and pursed his fleshy mouth.

Qiao Shen couldn't help being funny. The children were always awkward about some very simple and small things, "Let me see who this is, whose calf came out, alas, it's the temper of Chang Le."

Qiao squatted and scratched Xiao Changle's waist. Xiao Changle couldn't care to be angry. He laughed, and when he smiled, he forgot to be angry and started playing with his father.

After dinner in the evening, Qiao Shen drew a skateboard and showed it to Qi Shuo.

"This is called skateboarding?".Qi Shuo looked at the drawing and thought of other things.

"Well, grab this crossbar and pull with one foot on the ground. When the car rolls up, you can stand on it. You don't need to push it. Your son can play by himself." Qiao Shen pointed to the drawing and explained to Qi Shuo. , Let Qi Shuo understand what each place is used for.

Qi Shuo suddenly smiled, "Qiaoer, you always surprise me." This is done by zooming in. Put the furniture on the board, and people push it from the back. Isn't it easier to deliver goods?

Qi Shuo intends to make the game for his son first, and then try the big scooter when it's done.

...

Qiao Shen was awakened by Qi Shuo himself. He was a little sleepy at first, and he stretched out his hand to push Qi Shuo softly, but Qi Shuo's two big hands were like fire, and he caught fire...

.Seeing that he was awake, Qi Shuo grabbed his hand on his abdominal muscles. Qiao Shen immediately fumbled and got a response. Qi Shuo picked up Qiao Shen and went to the wing...

Qiao Shen was a little bit uncomfortable because he couldn't bear it anymore. He hurriedly called to a halt: "Brother Shuo, no, I'm uncomfortable..."

Xu is that Qiao Shen is always sleepy recently, Qi Shuo is too excited, but Qi Shuo moves lightly, he still has a stomachache, "Brother Shuo, my stomach hurts..."

When Qi Shuo heard that his stomach hurts, he lost interest. He looked at Qiao Shen distressedly, "Does it hurt? I call the doctor to..."

"It's okay, maybe I'm too tired recently. I went to see the doctor after breakfast, and it's all right now..." Qiao Shen stopped.

To make sure that Qiao Shen really doesn't hurt anymore, Qi Shuo helped put on the clothes and went to the stove to cook porridge. He planned to finish eating quickly and take Qiao Shen to see the doctor.

.Qi Shuo was worried. He drank a bowl of porridge hastily, and when Xiao Changle was full, the family went to the medicine shop.

"Doctor, my husband had some abdominal pain this morning, you can show it." Qi Shuo helped Qiao Shen to sit down.

"Abdominal pain? What kind of pain? Tingling or colic?" The doctor walked over, looked at Qiao Shen's face first, and asked.

"It seems to be colic, I can't tell you clearly."

"Put out your hand and I will take the pulse."

Qiao Shen stretched out his hand and looked at the doctor's expression. At this moment, the scene actually overlapped with the scene that happened before...

He was sitting in the hospital with only a stomachache, but the doctor asked him to take a CT scan, even his brain CT, and then the doctor told him that he had cancer.

Qiao Shen's heart tightened, and his hands shook a little...

"But it's cold? Don't shake, you can't get it out.".After the old doctor finished speaking, he said to Xiaoyao Lang: "Go and pour hot water to warm him up."

When Qi Shuo heard that Qiao was deeply cold, he hurried over to hug him, and rubbed Qiao's deeply exposed hands