Little Ping’an has been quite upset recently.
His mom said she would spend the holiday with him, but she’s so busy that she’s nowhere to be seen.
His dad promised to take him hunting during the New Year, but ended up running off to do volunteer work with his mom.
And him...
Watching his buddies in the west wing completely engrossed in their books, he is left guarding the house unlucky.
"Sigh..."
Old Mrs. Cheng came over and heard the child sighing, which made her quicken her steps in worry: "What’s wrong? Do you want to go out and play? I can ask your uncles to take you out?"
Little Ping’an smiled and shook his head: "All the adults are busy working, it’s okay."
"Oh my, our little darling is so considerate. How about great-grandma takes you out for a visit?"
The little boy mimicked his dad’s style, holding her arm weakly with both hands: "It’s cold outside, the ground’s all icy, I’m worried about great-grandma going out."
Old Mrs. Cheng felt gratified and chuckled at his words.
"Great-grandma, sit on this stool. My grandma said she’ll take me to the theater tonight, do you want to come with us?"
"I’ll pass for tonight, I have to wait for your mom to come back, I have something to discuss with her."
Ping’an didn’t ask what the matter was and looked at her worriedly: "My mom is so busy, she’ll be back really late and leaves for work before dawn, can you wait for her to come back?"
Old Mrs. Cheng knew the child forgot: "Yesterday was actually the last day of your mom’s work, she’ll definitely be home earlier tonight."
Ping’an was overjoyed, his eyes wide with disbelief: "Really? That’s wonderful, I’ve missed my mom, but I can’t tell her, it’ll worry her."
Old Mrs. Cheng lovingly stroked his forehead: "She was supposed to rest yesterday, today she just needs to wrap things up and she’ll come back. When she returns, great-grandma will make sure she spends quality time with you."
Ping’an tilted his head, thought for a moment, and gestured for her to bend down, whispering in her ear: "Will my dad also come back? I want them to take me to skate at the hutong courtyard."
Old Mrs. Cheng nodded repeatedly: "No problem, while your grandpa is away on a business trip, you can stay over there for a few days. I’ll have someone tidy up the place and light the heated bed in advance."
"Great-grandma, you’re the best! I adore you. Let’s go there together, okay? There are plenty of rooms for us."
Old Mrs. Cheng couldn’t afford to go, plus the three of them would have more fun: "Next time, this weather is terribly cold, I’ll wait until it warms up."
Ping’an thought that made sense — a fall wouldn’t be good.
That day, Zhou Jiao finished her multi-day task, and after the handover, she didn’t have time to chat with everyone and rushed home. Her dad went on a last-minute business trip to the Southwest, others were busy with their jobs, leaving her son as the stay-at-home child. Seeing her child curl up on her bed last night really tugged at her heart.
She thought of the note left by her child: Mom, remember to hug me to sleep tonight.
Zhou Jiao started considering finding a relaxed job with normal work hours after graduation. Not to mention the upcoming child, she can’t bear to be away from Ping’an either.
Once the kids are grown and circumstances improve, she can fight for her career again. There’s no need to neglect her children for work, especially when they’re so caring and thoughtful.
As she entered the house, Zhou Jiao heard the laughter of Old Mrs. Cheng and the children, and when she reached the door, she joined them in joyous laughter.
— The children were banging on lunch boxes and washbasins in a chorus, and her son Ping’an was conducting energetically with both hands raised.
Zhou Jiao stood grinning beside Old Mrs. Cheng, clapping along to the beat.
After the song, Ping’an looked at her with a face full of smiles.
Zhou Jiao gave him a thumbs-up: "Great job. You all did great! I’ll get a few little drums for you to play tomorrow. You’ll surely win a big prize on next year’s International Children’s Day."
"Auntie, really? That’s awesome."
"Auntie, I like the small bugle."

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