Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

"Ya ya, yi ya..." On the kang (a heated brick bed), the daughter was squirming and twisting, wanting a hug.

Yang Jianguo looked down at her and teased her, saying, "You want a hug, An'an wants a hug, but what if Daddy won't hug you?"

Eeya, eeya…

The little girl seemed to understand, kicking her legs unhappily, opening her arms wide, and waving them while letting out a "hug!"

Yang Jianguo was certain he had heard it.

Just now, his daughter spoke.

She looked at An'an with great surprise, without waiting for Yang Jianguo to guide her.

The little girl opened her mouth wide and cried out, "Daddy...hug...hug..."

Those four clear words made Yang Jianguo quickly pull her into his arms.

At this moment, I felt a surge of emotion, almost bringing tears to my eyes.

"Yingzi, our daughter has spoken! She said: 'Daddy, hug...hug...'"

A few minutes later, Yang Jianguo, who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with his daughter in his arms, grinned foolishly again: "An'an, call me Daddy."

"Hehehe, Dad, I'm scared." The little girl's speech was still a bit hesitant and unclear.

But that was enough to make him happy.

Yang Jianguo happily kissed his daughter on the cheek and said again, "Call me Mommy, Mommy's hungry."

Turning her head to look at the stove, the girl could clearly recognize who her mother was.

"Mom, hug me."

Hearing her daughter's call, Yingzi, who was standing in front of the stove, immediately turned around and came back.

It's okay to stew the dish for a couple more minutes; I need to hug my daughter first.

Zhiyi can talk now!

Although it was still unclear, it made the atmosphere at home exceptionally lively.

However, while eating, Yingzi looked at her son in her arms.

Somewhat worried, he asked Yang Jianguo, "Why hasn't Zhiyuan said anything yet?"

The couple usually take it easy and guide their children, and they constantly chat with them while they play.

Talking about this and that...

Otherwise, Zhiyi wouldn't call out "Daddy," "Mommy," or "Hug me."

These are words that Yang Jianguo repeats to her every day, so of course she knows them.

But the two of them mentioned it quite often to Zhiyuan!

"It's okay. Children start talking at different times. It's normal for them to start talking before the age of three."

Yang Jianguo wasn't in a hurry at all. He didn't rush to get the child to speak or get him to get down on the ground.

Before the age of one, the less a child walks, the better, as it is beneficial for leg development and reduces the risk of developing leg deformities.

When you're holding them, don't just shove them into your arms; that would save adults a lot of trouble.

With the child's legs spread apart and little feet arched backward, how could it not be O?

Before the age of 3, it's normal to talk about it early or late.

As for those concerns about whether the child is smart or not, Yang Jianguo has none of them.

Just look at that kid, his eyes are full of knowledge.

Yang Jianguo even suspected that this kid hadn't drunk enough of the Meng Po soup (a legendary soup for forgetting past lives).

Perhaps sensing his mother's gaze, Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at her.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she lowered her head and opened her mouth, "Ah~~"

Yingzi was both annoyed and amused by her son's shameless behavior.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat. Say something!" Yingzi muttered under her breath as she fed the child with a spoon.

Smack~ Smack~

After swallowing the steamed egg custard drizzled with sesame oil and soy sauce, Zhiyuan raised his head again, his small eyes holding a big question mark.

"Ah~" It's delicious, I want more.

Yingzi was so angry she almost laughed. Why was she getting angry with a child?

If he could understand it, it would scare people to death.

After eating and drinking their fill, Yang Jianguo put the two children on the kang (a heated brick bed) to play. He added water to the stove while Yingzi washed the dishes and pots.

On the kang (heated brick bed), the girl kept trying to grab her brother's hand.

Zhiyuan, however, showed some resistance and disdainfully pushed her little hand away.

His helpless expression clearly said, "Leave me alone, you clingy thing."

But the little girl found it fun and kept trying to grab him, giggling.

The two of them started rolling around in circles on the kang (a heated brick bed), having a wonderful time.

Upon seeing this, Yingzi quickly hung up the rag and jogged to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) to sit down.

The two little ones are rolling around like that; it's worrying to watch.

Only by staying by her side could Yingzi feel at ease watching the two little ones play freely.

Zhiyuan seemed a little angry, unable to shake off the little sticky kid behind him no matter how many times he rolled around.

Seeing Yingzi sitting to the side watching the commotion, it whimpered and crawled toward her.

As you get close, push off with both hands.

pat!

She pounced on her mother's lap, rubbing her little feet against her chest, and clearly called out, "Mom~ hug me."

Yingzi's happy expression instantly turned into surprise.

He turned and called out to the outside, "Jianguo, Jianguo, come quick! Zhiyuan can talk now!"

Looking down at her son again, Yingzi asked cautiously, "Zhiyuan, say 'Mom,' 'Mom~ Mom.'"

Her little face clearly showed impatience, but she saw that Zhiyi had already noticed her and was crawling towards her.

Zhiyuan immediately looked up and called out, "Mom~ Mom, hug me, get up~ get up."

As his sister drew closer, Zhiyuan kept calling out "Get up!" His words were clearly heard by Yang Jianguo, who had just entered the room.

With a smile on his face, he walked over and hugged his daughter, who was struggling on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Looking at her son with satisfaction, she said, "He's truly my son; he speaks so fluently."

Yingzi rolled her eyes at him and said with amusement, "Isn't that my son?"

Yang Jianguo laughed heartily, "Yes, he's our son."

As the couple were exchanging compliments, Zhiyuan, nestled in their arms, lay sprawled on the kang (a heated brick bed).

My sister... she was taken away.

Now, he could finally lie down in peace.

The next second, Yang Jianguo put his daughter next to him, and the little girl turned around and saw her brother.

"Giggle~" She laughed happily and reached out to hug her brother, her little head leaning forward.

Damn~

Zhiyuan's eyes froze instantly after he was kissed on the cheek.

His little expression was full of panic.

Then, all the impatience disappeared.

The little hand that had been pushing her away withdrew, and then groped and grasped her sister's soft little hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two... fell asleep side by side.

Chapter 254 Two Years, A Period Destined for Turmoil

Midsummer, evening.

In the backyard, mosquito coils were lit in the east room to drive away the mosquitoes that appeared in the summer.

The lamp on the desk in the inner room was on, and Yang Jianguo sat at the desk with a Little Red Book in his hand.

Two-and-a-half-year-old Zhiyi is adorable and sits obediently in her father's lap.

Zhiyuan sat obediently on the high-backed square chair next to him, his legs together and straight on the seat.

Lean your body inwards so that your back and the chair back form a straight line.

This is called 'sitting upright'. If you dare to slouch and droop down, treating your waist like your buttocks, you have no proper posture.

Do you see the ruler on the right side of the desk?

...Hitting someone hurts a lot!

Around the age of three, it is the time to establish rules and cultivate good habits.

What to do and what not to do.

Whether good habits are formed or bad habits are formed depends entirely on the guidance and education provided during this period.

The saying "You can tell what a person will be like at three years old" may be somewhat biased, but it's not entirely nonsense.

Three-year-old children have the ability to think independently and remember simple things, and they begin to form impressions of things at this age.

The brain becomes more active, forming its own way of thinking.

Children at this age are sensitive to rules.

When you make demands of him at this time, it will leave a memory in your brain.

Just like most people don't remember anything before they were three years old, but sometimes their actions will be teased by elders: "You were like this when you were two or three years old, and you're still the same now."

It's somewhat similar to the concept of latent memory.

The rules established at this time must be simple and clear.

Overly complicated rules will only confuse children with limited comprehension, leading to resistance and good intentions gone wrong.

And most importantly, everyone must comply!

Rules were set, but only for children: "I am an adult, so I can do this and you can't."

It would be a miracle if these rules could stand up!

After finishing reading one chapter, seeing that it was almost time, Yang Jianguo put the book face down on the table: "Okay, that's enough for today."

Zhiyuan slid off the chair and ran straight into the room.

Go to the bedside, take off your shoes, and neatly put them together.

Then he climbed onto the bed, plopped down on it.

Zhiyi, who had been sitting upright in his arms, couldn't help but hunch over and lean against his chest.

She looked up with a pitiful expression, "Dad, I'm tired!"

"You must persevere even when you're tired, because life is difficult. But every difficulty and obstacle will make you better."

Zhiyi listened thoughtfully, then looked up curiously and asked, "What... outstanding?"

"Excellent, excellent is like White Rabbit candy, isn't it the most delicious?"

Hearing her father mention White Rabbit candy, Zhiyi nodded with shining eyes: "Mmm, mmm, White Rabbit, the best!"

"Being excellent means becoming like White Rabbit candy, the best-tasting one."

Zhiyi thought for a moment, then looked confused and troubled!

When she looked up again, what she said was both funny and absurd: "But, An'an, I don't want to eat it."