Zhang Zhengrong was a son-in-law who lived with the Yang family, and Grandma Yang was the one who had the final say. Zhang Zhengrong was a man of few words and had little presence, but when he got angry, everyone was scared. The atmosphere during dinner was not very good. After dinner, everyone went home, leaving a table of dishes and chopsticks for Li Guizhen to clean up. Li Guizhen was unhappy, but fortunately Yang Meizhen took the initiative to help her and she didn't lose her temper.
There was a burst of children's laughter coming from the gate of Yang's house, and one of the children shouted: "Jia Jia, Jia Jia, come out and play."
"Coming." Yang Jiabo responded and ran out. He was still a child now, and adults should solve their own problems.
"Jia Jia, have you done your homework?" Li Guizhen shouted behind him.
"I have finished it a long time ago." Yang Jiabo didn't even look back and walked out of the house. The handwritten homework had been completed, but there was still one homework of reading the text aloud three times that hadn't been done, but there was no rush for that.
In his previous life, he would always read aloud once and then ask his father to sign to indicate that he had read it. Then Yang Jiabo would secretly change one (一) into three (三), and it had never been discovered before. He had been doing this all his life.
When he got outside, a group of friends gathered around him, chattering about what to play. These children were about the same age as Yang Jiabo and were all children of workers of Wujiaohua Company.
They were all Yang Jiabo's beautiful childhood memories. However when he grew up, Wujiaohua Company went bankrupt and his friends went their separate ways, but the Yang family chose to stay. Yang Jiabo cherished the present time and occasionally played with these friends, no matter how childish they were.
After discussing for a long time, the eight children decided to go to the small garden to play hide and seek. The small garden was located between the labor union and residential area. The flower beds inside were like an eight-trigram battle array and were an excellent playground. Yang Jiabo lost the first round of rock-paper-scissors and became a ghost. He counted to one hundred and waited for his friends to hide before going to find them. The person who was found would still run away, so he had to catch him.
[八卦阵 bā guà zhèn: eight-trigram battle array; fig. mystifying tactics]
"Are you hiding well? I'm coming." As soon as Yang Jiabo finished speaking, he immediately crouched down and crawled into the corner along the flower bed. He knew these children's' routines so well, so asking him to be a ghost would be cheating.
Sure enough, within two minutes, he caught Zhang Wei behind a big flower pot. The game just started, but the first round was over and everyone had to hide again.
Ding Xiang pouted and said unhappily: "Jia Jia, why do you always catch Brother Zhang Wei? You are so annoying."
Yang Jiabo blinked his eyes. He was not staring at anyone. But before he could say anything, Long Yi spoke up for him. "It was Zhang Wei himself who didn't hide well. Besides, we didn't catch him all the time."
"I will definitely hide myself well next time." Zhang Wei puffed up his face.
When Yang Jiabo saw his delicate little face, he suddenly remembered something. Ding Xiang was an honest beauty lover. She had always wanted to marry Brother Zhang Wei since she was a child. However, the reality was cruel. Her wish, which she had been pursuing for twenty years could never been realized because Brother Zhang Wei died in a car accident.
Yang Jiabo and his friends were having fun in the small garden, and their screams and laughter could be heard from far away. Yang Jiabo laughed and ran wantonly, deliberately provoking the people who played the ghosts again and again, and then ran away, making them grit their teeth in hatred.
Just as they were having fun, a middle-aged man came into the small garden. He was wearing a straw hat, work clothes, and a pair of knee-high waders. He was holding a leather pipe in his hand and his face was hidden under the brim of his hat.
The moment Yang Jiabo saw him, his whole body froze. The chill spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body, and he shivered unconsciously.
"Children, come here quickly. Uncle will give you some candy." The middle-aged man took out a handful of candy from his pocket and smiled kindly at the children.
"Uncle Gardener." They were not the only children playing nearby. Immediately, a few children smiled sweetly and ran over happily.
"Come one by one. Everyone will have some. You are all good children." The gardener distributed candies to them with a smile. It seemed that his pockets were full of candies, which made the children curious and envious.
"Uncle, you have so much food!" A little girl looked at the gardener's pocket with envy.
The gardener squatted down and looked at the little girl, he said in a coaxing tone: "Uncle still has some in his pocket, do you want to look for it?"
"Really?" The little girl looked surprised and stretched out her hand to search the gardener's pocket.
"I want one too, I want one too."
When the other children saw this, they surrounded the gardener and used their little tender paws to search for treasures in his pockets. The summer clothes were thin and stuck to the skin, and the children searched through all four pockets of the work clothes.
"Disgusting pervert." Yang Jiabo gritted his teeth and cursed in low voice.
In public place with numerous people, he tricked the children into groping his clothes pockets, and when no one was around, he would grope the children's pockets.
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