usenovelgroup Chapter 23 The Plan to Grow Taller and Bigger
Chapter 23 The Plan to Grow Taller and Bigger
Shen Jingfang carefully wiped the dust off the photo frame with her sleeve.
Three incense sticks were lit, and three bows were made.
He looked at the photo and smiled, then began to talk to himself.
"Xiaoqin, I'm back to see you and our son."
"Look how well our son has grown up. He looks like you, and he looks like me too."
"Although I don't have time to take care of him, you have a good sister."
"Xiaoli has taken good care of her son, and look, now he even has a wife. Aren't you happy?"
Chen Lang stood to the side, listening silently.
He spoke to his deceased wife in a casual, conversational tone.
His tone was relaxed and a bit carefree.
But Chen Lang could hear the deep longing and guilt behind that relaxed demeanor.
After offering incense, Shen Jingfang dragged two large boxes out from the corner of the wall.
He opened the box and took out the items one by one.
Most of them are toys.
All sorts of toy guns, long ones, short ones, plastic ones, metal ones.
There are also models of tanks, airplanes, and warships made from bullet casings.
"Come here, Langlang, see if you like it."
He smiled and waved.
"Boys should all like these. Dad loved playing with these when he was a kid."
Chen Lang looked at the well-made toys, but felt nothing.
As an adult, he simply couldn't muster any interest in these things.
It doesn't light up, and it's not an Iron Man helmet.
Shen Jingfang seemed to have noticed his coldness as well.
He then took out more things from another box.
At the time, it was a very fashionable electronic product.
The Subor learning machine, the Wenquxing early education machine, and a Nintendo learning machine that looks very high-end with a keyboard.
"Come on, let Daddy teach you."
Shen Jingfang patiently taught Chen Lang how to turn on the machine and how to insert the cassette tape.
Chen Lang sighed inwardly and cooperated by learning for a while.
Then, to Shen Jingfang's surprise, he quickly got the hang of it.
Not only can they type fluently, but they can also play some simple puzzle games.
As Shen Jingfang watched her son's little hands nimbly move across the keyboard, her smile grew even more gratified.
He didn't disturb them anymore, and went to the next room to clean with a rag.
Lunch.
Shen Jingfang cooked it herself.
A bowl of noodles topped with two golden poached eggs.
As for the taste... well, it's edible.
He ate very quickly, finishing a bowl of noodles in just a few slurps.
It carries the decisive and efficient style unique to soldiers.
After finishing his meal, he didn't clean up. Instead, he sat opposite Chen Lang and quietly watched his son eat his noodles in small bites.
Then, he started talking to himself again.
His words remained vague and incoherent.
It was as if she was confiding in her son, and also as if she was talking to herself.
Chen Lang ate his meal while listening quietly.
He could probably piece together a vague outline.
Shen Jingfang must be working in some classified department.
I just don't know which department could have such a strong smell of smoke.
All I could tell was that the position was very special and the task was very dangerous.
Therefore, he cannot go home often, and there are many things he cannot say to others.
His marriage to his mother, Chen Qin, was a natural one; they were childhood sweethearts and grew up together without any romantic feelings.
He loves his wife very much.
But for the sake of his mission, he had to leave her time and time again.
He expressed his guilt towards his mother.
She said that he wasn't by her side when she was pregnant.
He said that when she had an unexpected delivery, he was unable to make it back in time.
She was described as a gentle, kind, and supportive woman who was so dedicated to her career.
But he couldn't even see her one last time.
"The peace and tranquility we enjoy always come from someone bearing the burden."
"Your mother...she understands me."
He didn't know if a five-year-old child could understand these things.
But he desperately needed an outlet to confide in.
The son in front of him, who carries his blood, is the only person he can confide in.
After the meal, Shen Jingfang picked up Chen Lang and weighed him in her arms, then frowned.
"Too light."
"Xiaoli has taken good care of you, but you're too thin."
He then smiled and pinched Chen Lang's arm.
"But don't worry, Daddy's back, and he'll definitely make you grow taller and bigger."
"A man can't be shorter than his wife."
Chen Lang: "..."
These words sound so hurtful.
in the afternoon.
The plan to grow taller and bigger has officially begun.
Shen Jingfang made Chen Lang stand in a horse stance in the center of the living room.
They also taught him a strange breathing method.
"Come on, spread your legs, shoulder-width apart."
"Yes, straighten your back and sit down."
Take a deep breath, hold it, and look straight ahead.
He corrected Chen Lang's posture, paying particular attention to his breathing rhythm.
They also came up with a whole bunch of excuses.
"You little rascal, now that you have a wife, you definitely need to have the skills to protect her!"
"Otherwise, what will you do if your wife is bullied in the future? Will you just stand by and cry?"
"Look at you, you're not even as tall as your wife. How can you face her when we go out together?"
"A man should act like a man! He can't be effeminate!"
Chen Lang was speechless at his absurd words.
Brother, is it my fault that I'm not as tall as my wife?
Also, aren't you from a secret service unit? Aren't you in a special position?
Why do you look so unreliable?
However, although he complained in his heart, he cooperated fully with his body throughout the whole process.
He was completely captivated by the phrase "grow taller and bigger".
He really, really doesn't want to become Guo Jingming!
As long as he can grow taller, he'd be willing to do anything, even stand upside down and pee, let alone do a horse stance!
Shen Jingfang had prepared various plans to deal with her son's lack of cooperation.
I never expected my son to be so sensible and obedient.
Do whatever he asks, and grit your teeth and persevere without saying a word.
This made him happy, but he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"That brat Shao Kang is quite something."
"He raised his son-in-law so well."
Clearly, he was not fully aware that An Shaokang and Liu Xiaoli's marriage was already dead in all but name.
He probably thought that his son had been living between Anjia's family and Liu Xiaoli's parents' family for the past few years.
I practiced on and off for almost an hour.
Chen Lang felt that his two short legs no longer belonged to him.
It was both sour and numb, and I was shaking like a leaf.
Just when he was about to give up, Shen Jingfang finally called for a stop.
That concludes today's training session.
Chen Lang collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to move.
This was the first time his small frame had undergone such intense training, and he felt sore and numb all over.
Shen Jingfang squatted down and smiled at him.
"My son is amazing!"
"How are you feeling?"
"My legs... I can't feel them anymore."
Chen Lang was panting, her face flushed.
"It's always like this the first time, just bear with it."
Shen Jingfang took a towel and wiped Chen Lang's sweat, then reached out and pinched his calf, beginning to knead it gently.