The next morning, Zhang Guoqing, who had received the decree, gleefully began to pack two large bags of luggage for the child. This guy was so thrilled to be with his son that he seemed to forget that they, as a couple, had neither the time nor the energy to accompany the child long-term.
Zhou Jiao watched him in high spirits and shook her head speechlessly. When will these two big bags be used? Wouldn’t moving be better? One might not even know if Ping’an had suffered some great grievance.
"No need to bring blankets. He’ll sleep with us."
"Just one set of clothes for changing is enough."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile, "Bring more, once they’re dirty, Aunt Chen can wash them when we bring them back, saves you from washing clothes in the cold winter."
"Sure, do as you see fit, just don’t make it too conspicuous."
After Zhou Jiao finished speaking, she didn’t disturb his enthusiasm. Ping’an meant a lot to him. This was the son he had wanted for two lifetimes, he couldn’t wish more to worship him like an ancestor.
After a busy morning of preparations, they had lunch and quickly took their wife and son back to school. If they didn’t leave now, he feared they might not be able to go.
He exhaled harshly as they stepped out of the Big Courtyard.
Seeing this, Zhou Jiao laughed holding her son, "It’s alright. Auntie and Aunt Chen are just worried the child won’t eat well or stay warm outside."
Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile, and said lightly, "Luckily there’s only one room, otherwise they’d surely have followed. I’m the child’s father, how can they not trust me?"
Zhou Jiao gave him a sidelong glance. Is this distrust? The old ladies are worried about food and accommodation.
The couple were too busy to chat much, they rushed with the child onto the car, changed cars, and finally made it to the school gate after much hassle.
On the way, Ping’an quietly observed his surroundings, not noisy or troublesome, responding to questions and smiling at compliments. He knew this was the outside world his grandpa had talked about. He’d heard it was complex, and planned to take a good look to tell his grandpa how complex it was when he got home.
The little one squeezed on the bus, gently furrowed his brows but then smiled. His grandpa said not to let others see what one is thinking outside.
Looking at the school gate and the farmland not far away, Ping’an suspiciously looked at the avenue inside the campus ahead. His grandpa said this was the best school, and he should study here when he grew up, but why did it look like home? He planned to go back and tell his grandpa to come and see.
As Zhou Jiao walked faster, Ping’an thoughtfully looked around. Hmm, lots of nice big houses, lots of uncles and aunties in worn-out clothes, no kids.
Entering the dormitory building, Ping’an widened his eyes in surprise, looking at people coming and going in the hallway. Grandpa was right, the outside world was complicated and different from home.
Once inside the room, he got down and curiously wandered around, observing.
"Son, how’s it going? Any thoughts? Tell Dad," asked Zhang Guoqing as he amusingly watched him pacing quietly with his little chubby legs.
Ping’an looked at the couple, then at the closed door and tried to imitate his grandpa’s smirk. Unfortunately, his bun-like face distorted it beyond recognition.
Zhou Jiao gestured Zhang Guoqing not to laugh aloud; she also suppressed her amusement and lowered her head — a child’s self-esteem cannot tolerate adults’ ridicule, better not to discourage.
"Dad, the buildings look like rabbit holes."
Zhang Guoqing couldn’t help but laugh loudly. He had seen those piled up rabbit cages at the nursery, weren’t they just a few rabbits in a hole.
He picked up the child, murmuring softly, "Outside, don’t say this. Many people live in buildings, they’d be upset to hear. But, my son says it really well, give him a kiss!"
Seeing it was early for dinner, Zhou Jiao took out the camera and said to the playful father and son, "Have some snacks, let’s walk around the campus."
Zhang Guoqing agreed, nodding. Just right for a stroll this weekend, with fewer people due to the cold, and take some memorable photos for the child.

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