Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 680

Chapter 680: Chapter 554: Little Drama King

"It’s Little Ping’an."

Geng Dasheng proudly looked at everyone’s astonished faces and said, "My grandma told me that it happened on a weekend when many people were picking up their kids from daycare. Ping’an was playing in the dirt not far from the daycare gate.

Some rude woman asked him if he had visited Mrs. Lin, and seeing that he ignored her, she kept asking if he knew Mrs. Lin was his grandma’s mother and that she poisoned his grandma. After several times, the child got angry.

Our Ping’an was amazing back then; he grabbed the woman’s legs and pulled, immediately knocking her down, twisted her arms, sat on her, and started stuffing mud into her mouth. While doing so, he shouted, ’She’s not my grandma’s real mom, she’s not my grandma’s real mom.’

There were some soldiers at the gate picking up their kids, and they said Ping’an moved very quickly, definitely looked trained. Several people had to step in to pull him away.

He was so angry then, shouting not to be underestimated because he was small. If she couldn’t keep her mouth clean, he’d wash it for her. He ignored her, yet she kept asking.

Everyone helped scold that rude woman, saying she was immoral, heartless, and deserved it, getting what she deserved from a four or five-year-old kid.

Ping’an cried aggrievedly, saying he slept with his grandma and grandpa and secretly heard his grandpa tell his grandma not to be sad; since they’re not blood-related, they can’t be treated as such. The poisoning was a way to repay the upbringing kindness."

Zhang Guoqing massaged his temples in frustration.

Geng Dasheng thought he was worried about the kid and patted him, "Relax, it’s okay. Uncle Zhou rushed over when he heard the news, Ping’an immediately wiped his tears and smiled at Uncle Zhou charmingly.

I heard Uncle Zhou punished him by making him do horse stances. The next day he was happily jumping off to school. But since then, no matter how they coaxed him, he wouldn’t talk about it.

He wasn’t hurt that day, many praised his cleverness, asking how he knew to twist arms. He said when a hen flaps its wings, it wants to twist; same with pigeons."

Yi Jiefang burst into laughter and patted Zhang Guoqing’s back, "As expected of your son. In a few years, I can take him hunting."

Zhang Guoqing was speechless as he looked at him.

"Alright, after the meeting tonight, head back home, I’ll cover for you, okay? The kid is still young, talk to him slowly, don’t scold him. This is just the child showing some spunk, don’t squash it."

Spunk? What spunk.

Could he not know about his own son? The little guy must have acted secretly. No wonder even the father-in-law didn’t tell him about it; he probably found it troublesome too.

Why do you ask if he knew Ping’an acted on his own?

With his father-in-law’s methods, even if he wanted Ping’an to act, he wouldn’t let him take down an adult. No matter how strong, a four or five-year-old Little Douding is still at a disadvantage.

This little drama king, where did he learn all these routines from? Wife, if you don’t come back soon, your son is going to take off to the skies!

After the meeting, Zhang Guoqing didn’t have time for the dorm, he dashed out, jumped on his bicycle, pedaling rapidly on the open dirt road, calculating the time in hopes of catching his son before bedtime.

If you asked Zhang Guoqing what he gained most in Beijing these years, he’d say he could walk from home to school with his eyes closed, weaving through alleways and shortcuts.

Once in the city, more streetlights appeared before him, the lights between the alley windows and many people cooling off on the streets, starkly different from the suburban silence.

The elders at the mouth of the alley played chess and chatted, aunties sat on small stools chatting, while some kids played and darted around.

Zhang Guoqing didn’t stop to appreciate the night view of Beijing and the leisurely life at the alley entrance. With man and bike as one, his increasing speed brought him closer to home.

Arriving at the Big Courtyard, he specially checked the time, contentedly patting the bike seat. This old companion followed him from the Northeast to Beijing without disappointing him in performance.

"You’re rushing back from school again?"

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