I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

Chapter 11

When I was walking around the hospital, I met an old man. He always sat on a bench under a big tree. The late spring sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves of the tree. The ground and the old man’s body were covered with mottled light and shadows. Like Mu Chunfeng is probably the word that I think of every time I see the old man.

The old man is so comfortable, I feel comfortable just looking at it, and I also want to retire soon. My wife and I are so leisurely and carefree every day. We go outing in spring, watch movies and eat ice cream at home with the air conditioner in summer, and go to the forest in autumn. He stepped on fallen leaves in the park and listened to the sound, and called a few old comrades to the house to cook hot pot and eat fish in winter.

Although I think so, I'm only in my third year of high school now, alas.

But it's not that I really can't wait to retire. After all, there are so many days before I retire that I can eat, shoot and sleep with my wife, and I can't bear to skip it.

"Hey, you're here again, young man." The old man saw me sitting on the bench and greeted me with a smile.

I thought to myself that I should say this, I see you sitting here with nothing to do every day, old man.However, it may not be appropriate to say that with my current status. After all, I am a high school student. To respect the elders, one must not be poor.

"Yeah, grandpa, you're here too." I tried my best to find myself who used to be young.

"Hahaha, I am here permanently." The old man said with a smile.

"No wonder I see you here every time I come." When I didn't pay attention, I got a little poor.

But the old man didn't seem to care much, he lowered his head and continued to draw on the white paper in his hand, and asked me casually, "Young man, you look healthy, why are you staying in this crappy place?"

"I don't want to, Grandpa, but the doctor insists that I'm sick." I sighed helplessly, and folded my elbows to look at the old man's graffiti.

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at me, as if saying that your grandson is quite interesting, "Then what did the doctor say about you?"

I pursed my lips, then sighed again, looked at the old man, and answered truthfully: "The doctor said I have a brain problem."

"Hahahahahahaha..." The old man's laughter was clear and resonant, so bright that I wondered if he had served in the army before.

"Grandpa, don't laugh, what are you drawing?" I looked at the ball of wool on the white paper and asked.

"Haha, don't you understand? Interested?" The old man raised his eyebrows and looked at me mysteriously.

"Uh...not very interested." I told the truth.

"Hey, you little bastard, you don't know the goods." The old man disdain me.

"What you drew is just a ball." I expressed my innocence.

"Hey, you little bastard, you're still swearing at people!" The old man suppressed a smile and deliberately pretended to be angry.

"Grandpa, don't pretend, holding back your laughter is not good for your health." I reminded him warmly.

"Hahahahahahahaha..." The old man burst out laughing.

A few days later, when I went to see the old man again, he was still sitting on the bench with a pencil and a piece of white paper in his hand.

"Grandpa, it's time to draw balls again!" I have been greeting his old man in this way recently.

"Draw a ball!" The old man has been responding to my greetings recently.

"Oh, it has a shape." I sat down to look at his drawings and teased him.

"You know a ball!" After the old man got to know me well, he doesn't regard me as a high school student at all now, he says I'm just an old-fashioned Hama Pi.

Of course I can't agree with his point of view. I have a maturity and stability that is seriously inconsistent with my current physical age, but you can't say that I am old-fashioned. I am so lively and cheerful, not to mention that my IQ has been determined through strict tests. Alpha It’s all one in a million, how can you say I’m a Hama Pi?

But whether I admit it or not, the old man eats a little bastard anyway.

In fact, I gradually realized that the old man should be dealing with sonar. Although his drawings on the paper are messy, it looks like he is working on a transducer, and he is always dissatisfied with the changes.

I understand this, but I can't mention it to the old man too blatantly.

One is that I am afraid that he will doubt my motives, and the other is that he is afraid that his self-esteem will be hit.

I have to find a chance to click with him quietly.

So when I had lunch today, I specially left a whole round shiitake mushroom on the plate.

During my lunch break, I took the shiitake mushrooms and slipped out to look for the old man under the tree.

"Don't sleep at noon, you little brat." The old man said to me.

"I didn't see you sleeping at noon one day." I pretended to be surprised.

"Climb." The old man scolded me very easily now.

"Grandpa, the stir-fried vegetables at noon today are delicious!" I pretended to be crazy and took out a round and plump shiitake mushroom from behind, "I reserved one specially for you to taste, here it is!"

The old man froze for a moment, then got up from the bench with his toilet paper and started chasing me.

"Grandpa, slow down! Don't fall!" I turned around and waved the mushrooms in my hand to remind him while running away.

"Hey, you little bastard!" The old man ran after me with a smile, like a walk, without trying hard at all.

"You look like a chaser! Are you top-heavy and can't run?" I frantically looked for a hit.

"Hey, you little bastard! How can you still use the wrong idioms?" The old man was still unhurried.

"Isn't it top-heavy? What I learned is that the two ends are heavy and the middle can't move?" I pretended to be crazy and stupid.

"That's fucking top-heavy!" The old man taught me.

"It's all the same. My Chinese is so-so, but I'm good at sports. I can spin several hula hoops at the same time!" I said proudly. Pretty good too, but I really can't do more than one hula hoop at the same time.

"You've turned several hula hoops for a ball! Why don't you spin hula hoops for the test?" The old man stopped suddenly as he said.

Seeing that the old man stopped chasing me, I also stopped.

"Oh!" The old man slapped his forehead, and rushed up to rub my face in three steps at a time, "You still have some use!"

"Hey, it hurts, grandpa, your hands are too rough!" I broke the old man's hand, "My face is tender..."

"Nen has a ball!" The old man laughed, and he patted my head, "It doesn't look like a sick brain."

I pushed his hand away, "I'm not sick! They misdiagnosed! Misdiagnosed!"

"All right, all right, you can do whatever you say," the old man said with a smile on his face, "I have business to do, so I won't play with you."

"Who's playing with who?" I looked like I didn't know what to do, "Go and get busy, I'm finally quiet."

"Hahahahahaha..." The old man rubbed the seeds on my head, "Then you have to be clean for a while!"

"Yeah, I'm so comfortable!" I said.

"Chief of Staff," it was my wife's voice, "why don't you listen to the doctor?"

I immediately turned my head to look at my wife, "Wife! You are here!"

The smile on the old man's face was still there, he glanced at me, then at my wife, and asked me: "Little brat, do you like our Heyi?"

"..." I like it, but it shouldn't be something I can say now.

The old man stared at me with a smile and looked at me for a long time, then said: "Little bastard, you are quite courageous, go to a military academy and let our army suffer!"

!Finally, there is someone who is optimistic about my marriage with my wife, woo woo, I have met my relatives.

"Yes!" With tears in my eyes, I almost stood at attention and saluted.

"Oh, yes," the old man remembered something, "improve your Chinese level, you won't get good grades like this."

"...Okay." Woohoo, you actually exposed me in front of my wife. The key point is that I still can't refute it.

Woohoo, I hope my wife won't stop dating me because she dislikes me for being illiterate.