radicalducati Chapter 10 Changing Diapers
Chapter 10 Changing Diapers
After weaning, Liu Xiaoli became extremely busy.
She is a pillar of the Wuhan Song and Dance Theater, with various performances, rehearsals, and meetings taking up most of her time.
In the past, she would take time during breaks between performances to go home and breastfeed.
Now that this worry is gone, she can focus more on her work.
Before each trip, she would always squat down and give serious instructions to An Feng, who was much taller than Chen Lang.
"Sissi, Mommy has to go to work. Be good at home and take good care of your little brother, okay?"
"Um!"
An Feng nodded vigorously, looking like a little adult.
Then she put her arm around Chen Lang's neck and made a promise in her mother's tone.
"Take care of...my younger brother!"
Chen Lang would usually roll his eyes at her.
take care of?
Please, just don't kill your brother.
Although my maternal grandparents take care of me at home, they also have their own lives.
Grandma goes to the market every day to haggle with the neighbors, and when she comes back, she still has to buy groceries, cook, and clean the house.
My maternal grandfather was a restless old man who was a cadre before he retired.
His biggest hobbies now are either playing chess in the yard or tending to his flowers and plants on the balcony.
Most of the time, the two children play by themselves.
Their most frequent spot is in front of the sofa in the living room.
There is a newly replaced 20-inch Panasonic color television.
This was also sent back from out of town by that stranger, my adoptive father.
Before this, we had a 14-inch domestic Peony brand color TV at home. The screen was smaller and the colors were far less vibrant than this foreign gadget.
My maternal grandparents enjoyed watching CCTV news and various opera programs.
The two children's happy time is at 5:30 pm every day.
Animation time.
"Huluwa, Huluwa, seven flowers on one vine..."
"Giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle, we love you..."
The Calabash Brothers and the clever Ikkyu were the spiritual nourishment for all children of this era.
Xiao Anfeng watched it with great interest.
She liked to sit cross-legged on the sofa, holding Chen Lang, who was a size smaller than her, in her arms, resting her chin on the top of his head.
When something tense happens, he will grab Shen Lang tightly.
When she sees something funny, she giggles and then slaps Chen Lang's small body.
Chen Lang could only passively endure the torment of domestic violence.
As for animated films, I have absolutely no interest in them.
It's still fresh the first time you watch it, but it can't withstand repeated, long-term viewing.
In addition, his small body and underdeveloped brain mean he gets tired easily when thinking about complicated things.
Most of the time, he would lean against Akemiko's chest and sleep soundly.
Or he'd be woken up by his wife, who was used to domestic violence.
At that moment, he was leaning against his wife's chest, his consciousness teetering between wakefulness and drowsiness.
In his dream, he seemed to have returned to his past life, where he was editing a mashup of Liu Yifei in ancient costumes, with various materials flying all over the place, making him dizzy.
In a daze, he felt a familiar sense of being manipulated.
It must be the grandmother or mother changing her diaper.
Even with the mind of an adult, one loses control of their still-developing body when asleep.
But... something just doesn't feel right.
Followed by.
He was awakened by his grandmother's laughter.
"Oh dear, my little darling, what are you doing!"
Chen Lang opened his sleepy eyes and looked down.
Good guy.
It turned out that it was Xiao Anfeng who did it.
She was squatting in front of him, her face full of curiosity as she rummaged through the objects.
He was still mumbling his intentions.
"Little brother... change his diaper..."
Grandma stood to the side, holding a spatula in one hand. She had obviously just come out of the kitchen and burst into laughter at the sight.
"Akaneko, you're going to make me laugh to death!"
Chen Lang was immediately startled and broke out in a cold sweat, quickly covering his vital areas.
Playing around is fine, but this is not something to joke about.
If this girl thinks the structure is different and feels it's superfluous, then we're doomed.
……
It is extremely difficult for an adult's mature mind to be trapped in a child's body.
As the body grows and the brain develops, this unbearable feeling not only does not lessen, but intensifies.
Chen Lang was able to think about more things, and his memory became clearer.
But physically, he was still a little kid who couldn't even speak properly and would trip and fall on flat ground when walking.
He looked at An Feng, the little troublemaker beside him, who was as energetic as a little husky every day, making a mess of the house.
She knocked over her grandma's flowerpot, spilled the tea from her grandpa's enamel cup all over the floor, and dismantled her toys into pieces.
He was very pleased.
Tear it apart, tear it apart as hard as you can, just don't tear apart my little brother.
He would often clap and cheer her on, making her even more excited as she unpacked it.
As for himself, he can just be a sensible and well-behaved youngest son.
I can't just become that little rascal and act like a goofball.
Doing this kind of straight man role too often gets really boring.
He prefers to relieve boredom in his own unique way.
He would replay the videos and music he had edited in his past life over and over again in his mind.
Every frame, every note, every rhythmic beat.
This is both a way to kill time and a way to prevent one's thinking from deteriorating.
Without a system to rely on, these memories are his most precious asset.
This process is very mentally taxing.
Usually, it doesn't take long before he feels tired.
When your mind is tired, you fall asleep, and the day passes by.
This became his only way to combat boredom and the loneliness of feeling out of place in this world.
When Liu Xiaoli is not home, the house always feels a bit deserted.
An Shaokang would come over occasionally.
He would usually visit his daughter and son-in-law on a weekend afternoon, bringing some fruit and snacks.
He picked up Anfeng, kissed her little face, and called her his good daughter.
Then she would pick up Chen Lang, weigh him in her arms, and call him a good son-in-law with a smile.
Sometimes, he would pick up both children at the same time, holding one in his left arm and the other in his right, with a look of both relief and complex on his face.
But he didn't talk much with his maternal grandparents.
He wouldn't stay long before getting up to say goodbye.
Like a guest who is fulfilling his duty but is also somewhat reserved.
It seems that an insurmountable chasm has formed between him and Liu Xiaoli.
Whenever he came, if Liu Xiaoli was home, the two would only exchange a few polite words, creating an awkward atmosphere.
Besides An Shaokang, other guests occasionally visit the house.
Most of them were Liu Xiaoli's colleagues at the opera house, or her grandparents' old friends.
This is when Chen Lang gets to listen to gossip.
He pricked up his ears and listened quietly to the adults' conversation.
Listen to them gossip about the theater, about which leader got promoted, and which actor won an award.
Listen to them talk about prices, the latest TV dramas, and this rapidly changing era.
This fragmented information prevented him from becoming disconnected from society and allowed him to feel the pulse of the times.