Zhang Zhong's doll-catching skills were really not very good. He caught all the fifty coins he just exchanged in a short time, but he didn't catch a single doll.
He originally thought that the little girl was going to be disappointed, but he didn't expect that Pengpeng stood on tiptoe and patted his back to comfort him and said, "Don't be discouraged, Dad, you have to have the spirit of waiting and waiting."
Where did you learn this piracy idiom...
Instead, he was comforted by his daughter, who nodded solemnly, with an expression of "I feel your comfort." Pengpeng saw it, and also looked pleased, and walked towards the playground with her little hands behind her back.
In addition to the video arcade in front of this indoor playground, there are also some large-scale amusement equipment specially prepared for children.
If you want to go in and play, you need a ticket, which costs fifty yuan per child.
There are indoor children's playgrounds everywhere, but Sanli'an is the largest in Jiangyang. It has very complete equipment and very good safety measures.
It's summer now, and there are many more people in the playground than usual. Families who can afford it like to send their children here.
Fifty yuan is enough to play for a day, and there are children of about the same age inside. They can play as crazy as they like without fear of their children getting lost or getting hurt.
The resting area outside the fence of the playground is full of parents and grandparents who have brought their children. The elderly sit together and chat with each other, while the young people mostly lower their heads and play with their mobile phones.
After sending Pengpeng in, Zhang Zhong also found a place to sit down. It was not unusual for a father like him to bring his children to play, but because he was wearing a cane, he could not avoid being looked at twice.
At first, no one came to talk to me, but after a while, an old man came over.
"Young man, how old is your child?"
Zhang Zhongzheng looked at Pengpeng playing on the slide. He turned his head and smiled at the old man, "My daughter is four and a half years old."
"You're four and a half years old. You're not very old. Children are already that old."
Zhang Zhong is only twenty-eight years old, and because he has been in a vegetative state for several years, his skin has been maintained very well. Most people who see him may think that he has just graduated from college.
"Marry early."
"Who is your child?"
"Over there, that's my daughter." Zhang Zhong pointed to his daughter and said to the old man.
"Your daughter is so pretty. Look at my grandson. He is jumping up and down like Zhang Fei every day. He can't stay at home at all. He is as skinny as a monkey and as black as carbon. Look,
That is my grandson."
Following the direction the old man pointed, Zhang Zhong saw a little boy. The old man really wasn't exaggerating. He was indeed as thin as a monkey and as black as carbon.
"For boys, it's normal to like to play a little."
"Well, my son has read a lot of books and has a good job. He is an associate professor at the university now. But young people like to play. During the summer vacation, when the two of them travel abroad, they leave this boy to us.
." Although the old man complained about his son and wife, he couldn't hide his pride when talking about them.
"Hey, the two of them even played together." The old man looked at the playground and shouted in surprise.
Zhang Zhong looked over and found that Pengpeng was actually playing with the old man's grandson, and they were quite harmonious.
When Zhang Zhong was surprised, Zhang Pengpeng came over with the little boy and said through the fence: "Dad, I met Wu Taotao from our class."
Then she turned to Wu Taotao and said, "Look, this is my dad. I have told you before that I have a dad."
Zhang Pengpeng puffed out her small chest and was very proud when talking about her father. The reason why she was proud was not because her father was a great hero, but because she could prove that she had a father.
Zhang Zhong's nose felt sour. He could imagine that before he woke up, his daughter kept telling others at school that she had a father, but others didn't believe her.
"My father is also a great writer, even better than your father."
Zhang Zhong was about to burst into tears when he heard his daughter's last words and his whole body turned to stone. He then remembered that when his daughter said that her classmate's father was a university professor, it seemed that her classmate was named Wu Taotao.
This was such a coincidence. He looked at the old man next to him and thought that this old man didn't come here on purpose.
The old man's expression was also very strange, "This is a coincidence."
"But, young man, are you a great writer?"
Before Zhang Zhong could say anything, Zhang Pengpeng spoke for him first, "Yes, my dad is one of those super, super big writers, a hundred times more powerful than a university professor."
What's the reason for being a little embarrassed... Zhang Zhong touched his nose and said seriously, "Don't listen to her nonsense, I just write something to make a living."
In fact, he can't even make ends meet now.
However, in the ears of the old man, these words turned into Zhang Zhong's deliberate modesty. Knowing that Zhang Zhong was a great writer, the old man was in awe, "It's amazing. I didn't expect to meet a great scholar today. It's also fate. I didn't expect it."
My Taotao and your daughter are actually classmates in the same class, so we should live not far away."
Kindergarten is usually not too far from home, that's why the old man said this.
Zhang nodded and said the name of the community.
"That's really not far. When my son comes back, you young people can sit together and communicate more. Although he has a doctorate, he only studied science and is engaged in technology. Unlike you, a big scholar, he is gentle and elegant at first glance. Otherwise, he is so gentle.
There are many people, so I just want to chat with you?"
Probably we are about the same age, Zhang Zhong thought to himself.
Feeling a little embarrassed to praise the old man, Zhang Zhong said, "I just write something casually, and I can't be called a great literati."
"Not now, but sooner or later. I think you have the face of a great writer."
This old man can also read faces!
"Thank you for your good advice, Peng Peng. You go and play. After playing for a while, let's go to dinner."
It's almost lunch time, but Zhang Zhong is not ready to eat now because the father and daughter ate a lot of snacks in the morning, and their bellies are full. They brought Pengpeng over to play and let her eat.
Intend.
After the two children went in to play, the old man and Zhang Zhong started chatting again. Most of the time, the old man was talking and Zhang Zhong was listening.
Zhang Zhong recalled that when he was on Earth, he seemed to have become more talkative in the last period of time, a little restless, and would panic once he was alone.
But after I came back, this feeling disappeared again. A young body not only brought youthful vitality, but also brought a youthful mentality.
As people get older, their days are getting shorter, and they are getting closer and closer to death. That sense of urgency is normal. Sometimes wanting to talk more seems to be competing with life for time. It seems that if you say one more word, you will lose time.