Chapter 21 (Chapter 21 (Updated)...)

Song Yao cried so hard that even his parents couldn't coax him. Later, his ten-year-old stepbrother who came back from outside showed him a little rabbit, and he barely stopped crying.

The child sobbed and leaned over to look at the little rabbit for a long time. Finally he remembered what had happened to him and immediately complained to his stepbrother:

"Brother Daqiang, mommy lifted me up."

Next to her, Song Ma turned away with a guilty conscience: "Ahem, I'm going to cook."

Dad Song immediately said to her happily: "I brought fish. Let's eat fish today? Let's add more spicy food."

Song's mother looked at him quietly: "Yao'er was hiding behind the door, why didn't you stop him?"

The smile on Father Song's face froze: "This..."

After all, they grew up together. As soon as Song Ma saw the guilty look on his face, she knew what was going on. She laughed:

"You come in, kill fish, wash vegetables and chop wood."

Song Yao didn't pay attention to his parents. He was still trying to describe what just happened.

Afraid that his brother would not understand what he said, the child raised his hands with gestures and words to show that he was lifted so high.

"It's so high, I thought I was going to fall when it hit me."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but pout: "Mom also hit me on the head with a sweet stick."

Zhao Qiang, who was two years older than him, patted his younger brother on the head:

"It's okay. Mom often lifts my dad up like this. She's just teasing you."

Song Yao was stunned.

"Has little dad been lifted up before?"

Because he looked surprised, Zhao Qiang recalled it carefully before answering him: "Yes, mom has raised it to dad many times."

He analyzed seriously: "Mom said this can help you practice strength."

Song Yao's mouth opened into an "o" shape.

His attention was completely diverted: "Can I really practice strength?"

Zhao Qiang didn't know either, but that didn't stop him from nodding:

"That's what my mother said. She said that's how she got her strength."

Song Yao became energetic immediately.

What he envied most about his mother was that she was very good at fighting.

He still remembers that when he was four years old, some gangsters came to their house to steal chickens. His mother happened to be eating there, and they knocked down three or four of them.

Song Yao still remembers that he was held by his father and stood at the door, watching, and his father taught him how to cheer.

He looked at his elder brother expectantly:

"Brother Daqiang, if I also practice lifting things, do you think I can be as good as my mother?"

Zhao Qiang: "..."

He looked at his younger brother with tender skin and fair flesh in front of him, and he didn't know how to answer at all.

After holding it in for a long time, I managed to choke out a tactful sentence:

"How could you have such outrageous ideas?"

Song Yao lowered his head and looked at his fleshy little hands: "..."

The child did not cry this time, but expressed firmly:

"Although I can't be as powerful as my mother, I am actually very strong in fighting."

Zhao Qiang looked at his little brother again, doubting the accuracy of this sentence.

He patted his chest and said, "You don't need to know how to fight, Yao'er. If someone bullies you, just tell me and I will take my two strong men to avenge you!"

Song Yao's eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled, and she nodded happily:

"Yes! I know. I have told people that my brothers are very good at fighting."

The two brothers talked affectionately together for a long time. After realizing that there was still some time before dinner, they ran out to play.

When Zhao Zhuang came back, he was also surprised to see Song Yao playing at the door, and Pidianpidian joined in.

In fact, they haven't seen each other for a while. If you count it carefully, it's only been two months, but as children, they can still play together.

While they were playing, Song Yao's stepfather Zhao Zhigang came back. He was carrying a small tree on his left and right shoulders, and he walked a little slower.

Seeing three children playing happily at the door, a smile appeared on his face:

"We're going to eat in a minute, so just play here and don't go too far."

When Song Yao saw him, she ran over excitedly: "Little daddy!! Do you miss me?"

Zhao Zhigang: "Think about it, do you miss your little daddy?"

Song Yao nodded immediately: "I really want to!"

His father thought he was getting too heavy and was unwilling to let him sit on his neck.

But my little dad is different.

Even if they are as heavy as Brother Daqiang and Brother Erzhuang, my little dad can still let them sit on them.

Zhao Zhigang said a few more words to his stepson before entering the yard and taking down the tree from his shoulders.

In the room, Father Song, who had just been scolded by his ex-wife (who scolded him for deliberately teasing his son), was washing the dishes with his head and brains wilted.

He deliberately turned his back to his ex-wife, fearing that she would catch him and scold him incessantly.

While washing, he saw Zhao Zhigang coming in. Father Song, who had not been very energetic just now, immediately cheered up, put down the dishes and went to greet him.

"Zhigang, why did you bring two trees back? Come on, let me help you get them down."

He stretched out his hand to lift the tree down. As soon as the weight came to his hands, he almost fell to his knees:

"This tree looks small, but it's quite heavy."

Zhao Zhigang laughed and slowly unloaded the tree himself.

After placing it on the ground, he moved his wrists and neck:

"This is a plum tree. I saw it when I went to Xiaoxun Mountain yesterday, so I dug it out."

"Don't you like to eat plums? You take one with you when you go back... By the way, if you can't carry it, I'll go with you when you go back. The plums produced by this kind of plum tree are particularly delicious."

Song's father was happy and didn't bother to be polite with him: "Okay, then you go back with us today."

Song's mother, who was cooking, interrupted with a fake smile: "How about I go with you?"

Song's father: "..."

This posture clearly showed that he was going to complain to Song's grandmother.

He was so timid that he didn't dare to express any opinions to Song's father. He could only look at Zhao Zhigang with his eyes.

Zhao Zhigang was helpless, but he could only stand up to help them make peace:

"Okay, okay, you are not afraid of the children seeing it, Taohua, didn't you say you wanted to go into the mountains tomorrow?"

Song's mother originally just wanted to choke Song's father, so she snorted and didn't say anything.

Song's father breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave Zhao Zhigang a look that said "you are awesome"

"Come on, come on, we haven't seen each other for a few days. Tell me more about the surrounding counties. I was too busy last time and didn't say much."

"I've been going to the county every day to sell honey these days. I feel like I've almost run through all the places where I can sell it. It seems that I can only go to other counties."

Zhao Zhigang frowned, a little worried: "If you want to go out, don't go alone. You are unfamiliar with the place. If you are targeted, it will be over."

Song's father was also worried about this, but he really wanted to venture out.

"How can making money be risk-free? Let me tell you, I almost ran through the entire county this week, and I found that it has really changed a lot now..."

The two of them went out talking to each other.

At first, Song's mother didn't think there was anything wrong, but when she was about to cook, she remembered:

"Song Youcai!! You haven't finished washing the vegetables yet!"

"Zhao Zhigang! You too! Come back and wash the vegetables!"

The two who had just strolled outside: "..."

They had to go back in shame, sitting opposite each other while washing vegetables and discussing the plan to sell honey.

The children were much happier.

They don't have to work, just play happily.

The three of them changed three or four games in just half an hour. Song Yao was tired and sat on the ground to breathe.

Then he thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly, whispering to his two brothers mysteriously:

"I'm doing something big recently!"

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang were really interested, and they came over and asked in a low voice: "What? What big thing?"

Song Yao looked left and right.

His delicate and beautiful little face was made to look like a sly eye.

"I have started to complete the first step of making a spaceship. Didn't I say last time that I would let you know first when I started to do it!"

"I am very trustworthy!"

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang were instantly excited.

"Is that the spaceship you mentioned before!"

Zhao Qiang: "That's the one, it's really big, it can fly between the stars, and it can fly out of our Aquamarine Star!"

Zhao Zhuang: "I remember, I remember, that spaceship can go from our house to yours in one go, and there are so many delicious foods in it, everything you want."

Song Yao proudly puffed out his chest under the longing gaze of his two brothers: "Yes, that's it!"

Twin brothers: Wow!!

Compared to the adults who regarded Song Yao's words as a child's fantasy and simply and crudely thought it was an ordinary ship, Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang, who were also children, believed it very much.

Especially, Song Yao's description was very realistic.

What kind of spaceship can fight in the starry sky, with many weapons on it, and a big restaurant with everything on it (Song Yao specially added: "What kind of meat you want is available."), and even the spaceship can stop on the stars.

It would be great if the youngest could make such a ship!

The brothers never doubted that Song Yao couldn't make it.

The youngest son is born by my mother. He is so smart. Even if he can't do it now, he will definitely be able to do it when he reaches his mother's age.

Zhao Zhuang couldn't wait to ask: "Youngest son, which part of the spaceship did you make?"

Song Yao smiled confidently: "I drew the design of the spaceship."

After that, he asked: "Big brother Qiang, second brother Zhuang, do you know what a design is?"

Zhao Zhuang was a little confused.

Zhao Qiang knew a little: "It seems that you have to draw a design before building a house, and then the house is built according to the design. I heard my mother say that last time."

Song Yao immediately nodded proudly: "Yes, that's what it means. You have to have a design before doing anything."

"I didn't know how to draw before, even if I knew how to design it, I couldn't draw it, but now there is a teacher in our village. She taught me to draw, and now I draw very well."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang, who couldn't draw, were immediately envious.

Song Ma doesn't know how to draw, so there are no drawing classes in Liuye Village, but that doesn't stop them from thinking Song Yao is amazing:

"Amazing, you can draw now."

Song Yao: "There's more to come! Teacher He said I'm very talented and that I draw very, very well. In the drawing class, my drawing got 100 points."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang: "Wow! 100 points!!"

"Our youngest son is amazing! He's worthy of being my brother!"

Song Yao was so happy to be praised. He felt that he was right to take time out to practice his painting skills despite his heavy study tasks.

"After Teacher He praised me, I knew that my drawing skills were already very good, so I designed the spaceship I would make in the future and drew its appearance."

He was a little proud and a little reserved: "Do you want to see it?"

Of course Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang wanted to see it. The two of them looked forward to it and urged Song Yao to show it to them.

Song Yao happily walked into the yard:

"I put it in my backpack at home. I will take it out for you to see right away."

He ran to his backpack and rummaged through it to find his little notebook, and he couldn't hide his excitement and brought it to his brothers.

Then he opened the small book and pointed to the paintings on it to introduce to them:

"These are stars, and this is a spaceship. See its shape. Don't look at how it looks flat. In fact, this is because it can prevent star explosions.

If you look at it from a close distance, it is very big, even bigger than Xiaoxunshan. "

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Gang, who actually didn’t understand much, asked, “Then why does it look so small?”

Song Yao explained seriously: "Because it is big near and small far."

"If you stand on the top of the mountain and look at the stars, they are actually very big. Some are even bigger than Aquamarine Star."

The more the child talked, the more he felt that his logic was correct, so he spoke more smoothly:

"Think about how far we are from the sky. We can still see stars from this far away, so how big they must be."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang felt that what he said made sense, although they seemed to understand, but they didn't seem to understand.

Song Yao continued: "So my spaceship is the same. It looks small just because it is far away. If you look closer, you will find that it is super big!"

Seeing his two brothers nodding their heads as if in agreement, Song Yao, who was drawing a design for the first time, asked excitedly:

"Do you think I'm good at designing pictures?"

Both brothers felt that they saw nothing.

But just now Yao'er talked a lot about stars and sea blue stars, and they felt a little guilty because of their poor grades.

He is the elder brother, how can he not understand what his younger brother is saying.

So they both nodded in agreement.

Zhao Qiang: "This is the best design I have ever seen."

Although he has never seen the design drawings at all.

Zhao Zhuang, who had seen the design drawings from Song Ma, thought about it:

"This is the best spaceship design I've ever seen."

Song Yao was pleased with the affirmation:

"Brother Daqiang, Brother Erzhuang, wait until I build a spaceship in the future, and I will definitely take you to play on the stars."

Zhao Qiang and Zhao Zhuang understood this time and immediately nodded happily.

Zhao Zhuang said: "You're so smart, Yao'er. You can definitely make a spaceship. When the time comes, I'm going to play on Vega. I want to see how beautiful Vega is."

Zhao Qiang said: "Then I want to go to Altair."

Song Yao was curious: "The Cowherd is not pretty, why are you going to see him?"

Zhao Qiang snorted: "I'm not looking at him, I'm going to scold him, hum! He stole girls' clothes, shameless!"

"Weaver Girl must have a good temper. If my mother's clothes were stolen, my mother would throw him and hang him on a tree!"

Song Yao looked at his brother in shock:

"No, Brother Daqiang! You are younger than him and you can't beat him. What if he gets angry and beats you?"

Zhao Zhuang immediately expressed his support:

"It's okay. I'll go with him. If we join forces, he will definitely not be able to defeat us."

Song Yao still felt that it was not possible, and the child, who was much more stable than his peers, quickly came up with a solution:

"Then you are two children too. Otherwise, if you call your parents, then they won't dare to hit you."

Zhao Qiang thought it was good: "My dad doesn't like fighting. Otherwise, if the Cowherd wants to beat us, we will immediately run to the spaceship and fly away."

Zhao Zhuang: "Then why don't we just scold him on the spaceship? If we don't go down, he won't be able to reach us."

Song Yao felt that talking on the spacecraft was more important. "When the time comes, I can make a messenger, throw it down, and we talk on it. This way there will be no danger, and we can also achieve the purpose of swearing. The three children are very satisfied." , everyone is happy.

As the aroma of the food spread, the three of them sniffed their noses, looked at each other, turned around and ran into the yard in a tacit understanding.

"Are you ready to eat?"

"It smells so good. Mom, what delicious food did you make? Wow! Fish!"

"Mom, mom, give me a taste! It looks delicious!"

Song Yao was satisfied with the piece of fresh fish meat he got from his mother. He cherished his little notebook and planned to put it in his backpack.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw his father chopping firewood with his little dad.

The child's eyes lit up, remembering his previous promise.

We agreed to show it to my brothers after they finished reading it.

He looked down at his painting, held it happily and trotted over.

Father Song was working exhaustingly and said to Zhao Zhigang:

"According to my experience, as long as we finish chopping this pair of firewood, Xiang Taohua won't be angry."

Zhao Zhigang looked at the ground where there was only one piece of wood left, and nodded: "My experience is the same."

About to be liberated, the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with relaxation.

"Dad, little daddy, look at the paintings I drew."

It was at this time that Song Yao came to live with his two fathers.

He happily lifted up the small book and handed it to Song's father who had agreed with him: "Look, is the painting good?"

Father Song took it and took a look:

"Hey, Yao'er's painting is pretty good."

Song Yao, who had been waiting for praise for a long time, immediately smiled brightly: "My brothers also said that I am good at painting!"

Dad Song: "But why are you drawing a needle?"

Song Yao's smile froze, he pointed at the spaceship he drew, incredulous: "Dad, are you talking about this?"

Zhao Zhigang came to Song's father: "This needle is drawn straight, um, not bad."

Song Yao: "..."

"But why are there so many pockmarks behind the needle?"

Song Yao: Those are stars...

The two fathers studied it carefully: "This pockmark is well drawn."

"Yes, it's the same as the pockmarks on the face of our village's second uncle Dong."

"No, there are more pockmarks than second uncle Dong."

They began to praise: "Youngest draws really well, second uncle Dong will praise it when he sees it."

"Our youngest is quite talented in painting, maybe he can be a painter in the future."

Song Yao: "..."

His tears began to roll in his eyes.

After the two fathers finished their serious discussion, they looked up and saw the crying child.

Zhao Zhigang: "Hey, youngest, why are you crying?"

Didn't he praise the pockmarked child for his good painting?

Father Song was also confused, but he immediately became alert:

"Shh, shh, cry quietly, don't let your mother hear."

In order to coax the child, he racked his brains to reflect on himself:

"Isn't that a needle? A scar? Oh! I know! Our youngest son drew the face of Grandpa Dong Er, right!!"

"Wow! The painting is so like! Let's take it to Grandpa Dong Er to see it later, okay?"

After he finished praising, he did not forget to wink at Zhao Zhigang.

Zhao Zhigang understood and immediately praised:

"Yes, yes, this is Uncle Dong's face, exactly the same, you draw it really well, youngest!"

Song Yao, who was hurt again, sniffed a few times, but couldn't help it:

"...Wow!!! Mom!!!"

Song's mother, who was busy, knew who to settle the score with without even looking up: "Zhao Zhigang and Song Youcai!!!"

The two people who were named: "..."

"Come on, bring some more wood."

"I've brought it, here."

"How long do you think she will be angry this time?"

"Probably until dinner."

"Let's continue, but why is youngest crying?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know either, maybe it's actually a straw?"

"Then I'll go and coax him, maybe he won't cry anymore."

After a while, Song's father, who went to coax Song Yao and said "It was a straw, Dad just saw it wrong", came back.

Zhao Zhigang: "How is it?"

Song's father: "...crying even harder."

Zhao Zhigang: "..."

The two were puzzled, so what exactly did youngest draw?

In the kitchen, Song Yao was crying:

"My spaceship, my father and Xiaoba couldn't recognize it. It was Teacher He, suck... Teacher He said that I was good at drawing and gave me 100 points."

Song's mother, who would give all students 100 points in physical education class: "..."

Song Yao was still crying, holding up her little notebook while crying:

"This is my first time making a design drawing. My brothers all said it was very good. They also said that when my spaceship is made, we will all go to the stars together.

Mom, look... suck, look, don't you think this doesn't look like a spaceship?"

Song's mother: ...What is a spaceship?

She put on a serious face, picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and then her expression paused.

Painting:

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Song's mother: "..."

She paused for several seconds, pretending to be "you're right to listen to me", and said in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"Little son, don't listen to your father and Xiaoba, they don't have good taste."

"Mom thinks this looks like a spaceship."