EFB Chapter 25 Nothing more than the long-standing Gao Er
Chapter 25 Nothing more than the long-standing Gao Er
Chen Lang looked serious.
"I will protect you. If anyone bullies you, I will beat them up."
Liu Qianqian's eyes lit up when she heard that.
"I'll practice too! I'll protect my little brother!"
"it is good."
Chen Lang nodded.
"Once I've learned it, I'll teach you."
He coaxed and pleaded with her, and finally managed to temporarily persuade Liu Qianqian.
She pouted and asked.
"How long will that take?"
"About six months."
Chen Lang had just finished speaking when he changed his wording.
"180 days."
Liu Qianqian stretched out her little hand and started counting on her fingers.
one two Three……
After counting to ten several times, she got confused.
There are too many to count.
Chen Lang picked up a calendar from the table, found a red crayon, and handed them to Liu Qianqian.
"Look, let's make a deal."
"I practice martial arts at home every day, while you go to school."
"Every day after school, you draw a circle on the calendar."
"After drawing for 180 days, I'll go to school with you, okay?"
Liu Qianqian looked at the densely packed grid on the calendar, then at Chen Lang's serious face, and was filled with doubt.
"Really?"
"real."
Chen Lang nodded vigorously.
"When have I ever lied to you?"
Liu Qianqian was finally persuaded.
"Pinky promise!"
She extended her fair little finger.
"Pinky promise, for a hundred years, no take-backs!"
Two tiny fingers hooked together.
She picked up a crayon and drew a red circle on today's date with all her might.
The temporary troubles were put to the back of one's mind.
Liu Qianqian quickly regained her energy and started playing with her dolls and toys with Chen Lang.
The next morning, it was another heartbreaking farewell.
Liu Qianqian clung tightly to Chen Lang's neck, refusing to let go.
"Little brother, I don't want to go to school."
"I want to practice martial arts with you."
Chen Lang could only patiently coax her.
"Be good, honey, go to school. We can play together after school."
"We made a pinky promise."
Liu Xiaoli came over and, half out of pity and half out of helplessness, tore her off Chen Lang.
The little girl was led away with tears in her eyes, looking back every few steps.
Chen Lang's day, arranged by Shen Jingfang, was exceptionally fulfilling, or rather, tedious.
In the morning, it's time for academic classes.
Shen Jingfang found a huge pile of children's storybooks from somewhere.
Little Red Riding Hood, The Three Little Pigs, Snow White.
He moved a small stool, sat down next to Chen Lang, and read the story to Chen Lang word by word in his halting voice.
"...Then, the big bad wolf knocked on the door and said, 'Little rabbit, open the door...'"
Chen Lang sat on the carpet, looking at him expressionlessly.
Brother, I'm mentally older than you, okay?
You're going to read this to me?
You might as well tell me about those near-death missions you've had.
That's definitely more exciting than The Three Little Pigs.
After listening for two days, he couldn't take it anymore.
He brought out the Little Tyrant learning machine that Shen Jingfang had bought for him.
The cassette was inserted, the TV screen flashed, and familiar music began to play.
Contra.
He picked up the controller and skillfully adjusted the BABA up and down buttons to get 30 lives.
He began his battle with complete focus.
Shen Jingfang was thinking about his little pig.
Chen Lang fights his alien.
The father and son, one roaming in a fairy tale world, the other navigating through a hail of bullets, do not interfere with each other, thus forming a strange harmony.
Shen Jingfang had no objection to this.
It's better for my son to play games than to stay silent all the time.
Boys are naturally more lively and mischievous; that's normal.
In the afternoon, physical training began.
Squatting, push-ups, and some other strange basic movements.
This is not an easy thing for a five-year-old child.
Chen Lang practiced every day until he was drenched in sweat, his two short legs shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered without uttering a sound.
Without him.
Only Gao Er.
Whenever he felt he couldn't hold on any longer, he would silently repeat the mantra to himself.
He cannot be shorter than his wife.
He must not be shorter than his wife.
He absolutely cannot be shorter than his wife.
With this strong determination, he persevered through the tedious training.
School ends every afternoon.
Liu Qianqian would always be the first to rush home to find her younger brother.
Seeing him sitting on the ground covered in sweat, she gently wiped his sweat with a small handkerchief.
Then, she pulled Chen Lang into the room and picked up the calendar.
With that red crayon, I solemnly drew a circle around the date.
She would count each circle she drew very carefully.
"One, two, three..."
that's it.
The number of red circles on the calendar increases day by day.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Lang was finally able to integrate the breathing techniques taught by Shen Jingfang into his daily life.
Basic physical training has also yielded results.
"That's about enough."
Shen Jingfang nodded in satisfaction.
Then he turned and went into his room, where he found a package wrapped tightly in oilcloth.
I went into the restroom.
Soon, a rustling sound came from inside.
It took quite a while before the door reopened.
A strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine, mixed with a faint, indescribable fishy odor, wafted out of the bathroom.
Shen Jingfang stood at the door and waved to Chen Lang.
"Come on, Langlang, take off your clothes."
Chen Lang walked over and looked into the wooden bucket.
The wooden bucket was already filled with lush green water.
Some black dregs were floating on the water, looking sticky and like a pot of overcooked Chinese medicine.
"What is this?"
Chen Lang asked curiously.
"nice one."
A mysterious smile appeared on Shen Jingfang's face.
"Take a dip in it, it'll make you grow taller."
He hesitated for a moment, then added a sentence.
"It might hurt a little, just bear with it."
Grow taller!
These three words, as if possessed by magic, instantly struck Chen Lang's weak spot.
pain?
To grow taller and escape the fate of Guo Xiaosi, he was willing to endure any hardship.
Perhaps this is the legendary medicine that can cleanse the marrow and remove hair, and after soaking in it, one will achieve great skill and become invincible.
Hold on, you absolutely must hold on!
He quickly stripped himself naked.
He straightened his chest, his face full of fearlessness.
"I'm not afraid of pain."
Shen Jingfang nodded approvingly.
"Good lad, you've got guts."
He reached out and picked up Chen Lang, gently placing him into the wooden tub.
Warm water enveloped Chen Lang's body.
At first, I didn't have any particular feeling.
It had a strong smell of Chinese medicine that went straight into my nose.
This is what they call a little bit of pain.
Don't you feel anything?
Chen Lang said it was just a drop in the ocean.
Then, when his body was completely immersed in the green liquid.
He then realized that he was still too young.
Does this cheap father have some huge misunderstanding about the phrase "a little bit of pain"?
This is far more than just a little pain.