Chapter 28 (Chapter 28 (Three in One)...)

"Grandma, Grandpa, Dad, I'm going to school!"

Song Yao carried her small schoolbag and ran to school happily.

Now he likes going to school more and more, especially when Teacher He sets questions and he is the only one in the class who can get all the answers right.

The students I met on the road were the opposite of Song Yao.

They were still immersed in the thought of "How come the vacation time is over?" They weakly carried their small schoolbags and moved step by step. On this small road, they wished they could walk until they were old.

Song Yao is the only outlier among them.

So everyone looked at him with the expression "Yao'er is so amazing".

Song Yao didn't feel uncomfortable being looked at at all. On the contrary, he held his head high and his chest high.

When he ran over, Teacher He just hit the gong.

The children who were slow on the road and wanted to delay going to school no longer dared to delay, and ran very fast one by one.

The students entered the classroom one after another like chickens, and before nine o'clock, everyone was sitting at their desks.

Teacher He nodded with satisfaction:

"Good morning everyone."

"good morning teacher!"

The fun learning begins.

After the first class, the other children played various games in groups of twos and threes. Only Song Yao sat in his seat and continued to draw his fan seriously.

Teacher He was a little worried when he saw that he did not join the classmates.

Isn’t this child a bit lonely?

Although the villagers in Dashu have good manners and other children will not bully a child if he does not get along with others, there is no child who does not want to play with everyone.

Teacher He, who has gradually integrated into the role of teacher, feels that she should take the initiative to care about the children's social situations.

So she strolled over.

As soon as the result passed, I happened to see a sturdy child about ten years old sitting next to Song Yao and asked curiously:

"Yao'er, what are you playing at?"

Song Yao replied seriously: "I'm not playing, I'm making a fan."

The child became interested: "Wow, is this the fan you mentioned last time that can blow the wind? How do you do this?"

Teacher He stopped and nodded with satisfaction in his heart.

Not bad, not bad, it seems she is overthinking.

There are still people of the same age around Song Yao who like to play with him.

Then I heard Song Yao say: "Just use gears, bearings, fan shafts, rockers, crosses..."

Teacher Ho:"……"

She watched helplessly as the expression on the child's face changed from ^_^ to 0o0 to x-x.

Finally, he cautiously took a step back: "I suddenly remembered that I wanted to go to the hut, so I'll leave first."

Then he ran out of the classroom quickly.

Teacher Ho:"……"

Song Yao, the person involved, didn't care.

Originally he wanted to ask the other party to help, but when he thought that they didn't know all the words, he thought it was better to forget it.

With this skill, he can make great progress by himself.

The child immediately put this episode behind him and continued to seriously conceive of his own fan.

Teacher He couldn't help but feel a little worried.

She admitted that Song Yao was very smart, the smartest child she had ever seen (although she had not seen many children), but children were still children after all, and they still needed playmates.

When school first started, Song Yao could still hang out with his classmates. After class, he would also form a group to play small games. Now, he is increasingly unable to play with his peers.

Before, she was worried that he was isolated, but now it seemed that there was a reason why they couldn't play together.

But since we can’t play together mentally, those who rely solely on physical strength should be able to play together, right?

Just as Teacher He was thinking about it, a child ran into the room and called: "Zhao Xiaodong, let's go play cockfighting together!"

Zhao Xiaodong was immersed in drawing the 38th line on the table. When he heard it, he immediately put down the pen: "Okay, okay, here I come!"

Seeing them running out together, Teacher He hesitated and asked, "Don't you want Song Yao to play together?"

"Yao'er?"

The child looked panicked and shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I don't want to play cockfight with him."

Zhao Xiaodong also shook his head: "If Song Yaoer wants to play, I won't play."

Song Yao was young and looked young. They had never played cockfighting with him before. They didn't know that since they went to school and played with Song Yao several times, everyone no longer wanted to play cockfighting with him.

This kid thief knows how to bump into people. I don’t know why everyone bumps into them, but he is the one who makes people lose their balance the most.

Every time there is a cockfight, as long as Song Yao comes on the court, the whole audience will get food.

So everyone swore that fighting cocks would never be called Song Yao again.

Especially Zhao Xiaodong, he was big and hit a large area on the ground. His butt still hurt from being hit by Song Yao last time.

The child patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will never call him."

Zhao Xiaodong immediately looked relieved.

Teacher Ho:"……"

She thought about it and guessed it was because Song Yao looked weak and small, and her arms were thinner than others.

Cockfighting is a game in which children pick up one foot with both hands, then jump on one foot and collide with their bodies. Whoever's picked up foot lands first loses. There is no limit to the method.

Teacher He has never played it, but she saw boys playing it in the alley when she was a child. This game usually depends on who is stronger. Song Yao is already young and looks so fair and tender. It is normal for other children not to dare to play with him. ……Bar?

Although, watching the child pursing his lips and writing and drawing obediently, while his classmates outside were playing and screaming, Teacher He still felt sorry for him.

Poor child, why is he always disliked by his peers?

So she took the initiative to walk over and sit next to Song Yao:

"Little one, I heard that you are making a rooster fan? Can you tell the teacher about it?"

Song Yao, who was drawing happily and getting more and more happy, looked up blankly: "Rooster? What rooster? Is it delicious?"

Teacher He: "... Isn't it said that you want to make a fan in the shape of a rooster?"

Afraid that the child would feel embarrassed, she also added: "Everyone is looking forward to it."

Song Yao blinked a little puzzled, and then hesitated:

"If you want, it's not impossible to make it look like a rooster..."

Then his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Teacher, why do you say that birds can fly very high for a long time, but roosters can't fly very high?"

Teacher He was a little bit unable to adapt to the degree of her student's jumping off the topic.

But after a second of hesitation, she still answered uncertainly: "Uh... because roosters are fat?"

Song Yao felt that what she said made sense.

But there are also loopholes. He gave an example: "I have seen a super fat bird, and it can fly."

He has seen at least 800 birds, and the reason why he was deeply impressed by that bird was because it was as fat as a ball.

It was round and looked very delicious.

Song Yao continued: "Teacher, I found that flying animals have wings. Bees, butterflies, dragonflies, chickens, they all have wings."

"But only chickens are the most delicious, but chickens are also the least able to fly. Teacher, does flying high or low have anything to do with how delicious they are? We can make a wooden bird out of wood, can it also fly?"

Teacher He: "..."

She recalled the knowledge she had learned before with difficulty:

"It is still a bit difficult for a wooden bird to fly high, but from ancient times to the present, many people have sought inspiration from birds. Some ancient people made wooden birds, and now there are airplanes."

Song Yao knows about airplanes.

In the history he learned, before humans broke out of the Aquamarine Planet, the tool they used was airplanes.

After arriving in the universe, airplanes were no longer useful, so starships came into being, and airplanes gradually became obsolete.

The child said to 005 with some curiosity: [Have you seen an airplane? ]

005: [No, as far as I know, no one uses airplanes anymore. ]

Wow, wouldn't airplanes be rare in more than 3,000 years?

Song Yao was proud: [We have airplanes now. ]

[Don't worry, when I grow up a little bit, I will take you to take an airplane. ]

005 didn't think it was a big deal at first, but after hearing what the host said, he began to think that [being able to see airplanes from more than 3,000 years ago] was a great thing.

So he happily agreed: [I will help the host record it. 】

Song Yao was not satisfied with just the experience of flying on a plane. He looked at Teacher He with an expectant face:

"Teacher, if I want to make a plane, does it cost a lot of money?"

Teacher He: "...It should cost quite a lot."

Song Yao was eager to try: "Teacher, if I tell the county magistrate that I want to make a plane, will he give me money to make it?"

"After the plane is made, I will give it to everyone in the county to ride, and the county magistrate will definitely be happy."

Teacher He thought about the money needed to make a plane and felt that the county magistrate would not be very happy.

Wait, why did she think about whether the county magistrate was happy or not.

Shouldn't it be impossible for Song Yao, who is only eight years old this year, to make a plane?

Teacher He opened her mouth, and when she saw the expectant students, she closed her mouth again.

She re-summarized the language:

"The production of airplanes requires approval from the state. If you study hard and apply to the state when you grow up, you may be able to join the production of airplanes."

Song Yao had an expression of "I learned new knowledge today" on his face.

"Thank you, teacher. I understand. I'll make the fan first!"

There was a reason why he gave up so quickly.

Just after he finished speaking, Song Yao quickly glanced at the introduction of the airplane in the learning system. He couldn't understand eight out of ten words.

With this comparison, the fan instantly became simple.

Of course, he meant simple compared to the fan clock.

As for carpentry, the child completely skipped it.

The education of parents is not in vain. Song Yao has always consciously not touched sharp blades, which of course include knives and saws.

He felt very confident that the carpentry part would definitely be no problem.

He has a grandfather.

It happened that there was a part of the knowledge course that was not very clear, so Song Yao pulled Teacher He to ask.

"Teacher, this is where I don't quite understand. How exactly is this principle formed? I tried for a long time in my mind last night but failed."

Teacher He, who had good grades in physics in school, lowered his head confidently:

"It doesn't matter. What do you not understand? The teacher will explain it to you. Ah, it's this. This principle is actually very simple..."

It has to be said that even if the tutorials in the learning system are very comprehensive, it is something that was written more than 3,000 years later. Many producers think it is too basic and almost just brush it aside when it is included.

For this reason, Song Yao complained to 005 indignantly.

005 felt that what its host said was so right. There were so many unclear learning materials here and there, and the producer had the nerve to make false advertisements, which made it feel guilty when facing the host.

Fortunately, Song Yao not only had a learning system, but also a teacher named He.

Teacher He really explained the problem clearly in a few minutes, and her explanation was very detailed, which was much better than some perfunctory courses in the learning system (producer: Nonsense, did you teach 1+1 equals to what in junior high school).

After successfully solving the confusion, Song Yao felt that he liked Teacher He even more.

He looked at the other party with admiration: "Teacher, you are really amazing. I thought about it for a long time last night and couldn't figure it out. Now you say it, I understand it."

Teacher He was flattered by the praise, and couldn't help thinking, "You are the one who understands it as soon as you say it. You must be amazing." He had to be reserved on the surface:

"It's nothing, just a very ordinary physics problem."

In recent years, the country has been advocating physics and chemistry classes to drive students to do experiments, so most students have a good interest in physics.

For example, Teacher He loved physics class when she was in high school.

She thought that she would not be able to use her physics knowledge in the next two years after being assigned to such a remote place.

Teacher He felt a sense of satisfaction at this moment, as she had learned both literary and martial arts and was able to teach her students.

So when Song Yao asked another question eagerly, she answered it confidently.

Then Song Yao asked another question.

And another question.

Teacher He, who could clearly feel that the level of these questions was gradually rising, gradually felt something was wrong.

If there were a few more questions, she would not be able to answer them.

"Why do you have so many questions? Can you remember all of them?"

"I can remember them now, but didn't you say that a good memory is not as good as a bad pen?"

Song Yao obediently took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it out:

"So I wrote down all my questions in this notebook."

This was made by his grandfather for him in the morning. He cut the paper into the same size and stapled it together, specifically for him to carry with him. It was small and inconspicuous, and it could just fit in his trouser pocket.

After Grandpa Song finished, he gave it to Song Yao and told him to write down any notes in this small notebook.

The old man was quite thoughtful. He thought that he couldn't sneak up to the roof to go to school every day, but if the notebook the youngest child used to write notes was too small, wouldn't he have a new notebook in a few days?

Then he would put it in his pocket, secretly look at it when he was free, and put it in his pocket when someone came. It was perfect!

The child didn't know the grandfather's sinister intentions. He just thought it was rare and felt super fashionable when writing, so he used it directly today.

It was the first time that Teacher He saw such a small notebook. She took it a little confused and opened it. She was dumbfounded.

It was full of neat words, and every page was full of questions.

The first few were exactly what she had just answered. Turning back, the difficulty was getting higher and higher.

Until the end, Teacher He didn't even understand the nouns.

Her hand holding the small notebook trembled slightly.

"These... are all what you need to make a fan?"

Song Yao nodded.

In fact, it is not just fans, but fan clocks that have the most problems, because fan clocks also include the technology of making self-ringing clocks. The combination of the two can make an adult feel overwhelmed.

That is to say, Song Yao is a child. Although he thinks it is difficult, he has no pressure in life, has a lot of time, loves to play, is smart and active, and learns very quickly, so he still patiently learns.

Anyway, he will learn if he doesn’t understand something, and ask if he can’t learn it. One day he will learn it.

At this moment, the child who is in the "asking" stage looks at the teacher eagerly:

"Teacher, can I ask you all these questions?"

He also knows that he has a lot of questions, and he is afraid that the teacher has no time to reply, so he quickly blows rainbow farts:

"Teacher, you are the most knowledgeable person I know. In addition to asking you, I can’t find anyone else to ask." He supernaturally skipped the county magistrate.

"Teacher, you are so good, you can definitely teach me. Don't worry, teacher, I am very good and won't waste your time."

The child also said: "When this fan is made, I will definitely give one to you, teacher, and you won't feel hot anymore!"

Teacher He: "..."

It's not that she doesn't want to teach. The first part is okay, but she can't do the latter part either...

She looked down at the small notebook in her hand, and then at the child in front of her who was eager for knowledge, and her heart softened.

"Okay, after class or after school, if you have any questions, come to me."

Song Yao was instantly excited, and said sweet words without spending any money:

"Thank you, teacher! You are the best! When we make the fan, I will definitely go to the county magistrate and ask her to give you a big award certificate!"

Teacher He was a little amused, but she was also amused by Song Yao's childish words.

"Okay, okay, I am your teacher, and I should answer your questions, but you also reminded me that although you are only in the first grade, you can learn what you should learn."

The main thing is that she is the only teacher in the whole school, and she has the final say on what classes to take.

This time, when Song Yao reminded him, Teacher He put himself in the situation.

Isn't it a bit boring to only take math and Chinese classes every day?

She can give the children one or two classes of physics, chemistry, geography, etc. every week, which can be regarded as a foundation and adjustment.

Of course, if other main courses are replaced by these few classes, Teacher He is a little reluctant.

Although she is the oldest in the whole school, parents all respect her very much, and no one will catch the students' scores, but these children's starting point is lower than that of children in the city...

Okay! Then add classes!

Add three classes a week!

Perfect!

Physics class is so interesting.

The children will definitely be grateful to her.

Teacher He happily went to manually hit the class gong.

After the morning class, seeing Song Yao running home impatiently, Teacher He hesitated for a moment, but still went over to stop him.

"Song Yao, can you lend me your notebook for writing questions for a day?"

"Sure!" The child who was in a hurry to go home for dinner didn't even ask why, he just took it out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Teacher He, who wanted to say something like "I don't really understand some of the questions and want to go back and study them", could only accept it silently.

She looked at the children who were almost all running at full speed and shouted:

"Run slower, be careful not to fall!"

So the children symbolically slowed down for a second, and then ran faster.

Teacher He: ... Forget it.

She returned to her room silently, and then began to search through boxes and cabinets to find a physics book.

Teacher He, who had studied seriously for half an hour, had to admit that her physics book could not answer some questions.

Damn, are the books in the county government so advanced now?

Teacher He stared at the physics book in front of her for a long time, and then suddenly thought of something, and began to search through boxes and cabinets again, and finally found a thin notebook.

The notebook was full of names, and the contact address was at the back.

She carefully turned the pages one by one, and finally saw the name of the person she wanted to find.

Teacher He hesitated again. After all, she had not contacted the person since graduation. When she was in school, she was just an ordinary classmate. Now she suddenly felt a little embarrassed to write a letter to him.

But thinking of Song Yao's sparkling eyes, she took out a new piece of letter paper, dipped the pen in ink, and carefully wrote down the beautiful words:

[Classmate Ye Xinghua:

How are you recently? I'm really sorry to contact you suddenly, but among the people I know, you are the only one with the deepest attainments in physics. It's like this. I'm a teacher now. Students asked me some questions, but I don't have enough knowledge to answer...]

Teacher He wrote the letter and sent it to the town to ask someone to mail it that day. She was actually a little nervous. Because of personal reasons, she hadn't contacted any classmates since graduation.

Now it has been two years since graduation. If she suddenly sent a letter, would people think she was too familiar?

Teacher He was actually prepared for this letter to be sent without a reply. In addition, it takes a long time for the other party to reply after sending a letter, at least half a month, so she worked hard to read the physics book whenever she had time.

Unexpectedly, when Song Yao had made the general framework and was still working hard on the internals, someone in the village went to the market and brought her a letter.

"Teacher He, this letter is expedited. The post office was afraid that it was urgent, so they asked us to deliver it to you. Please open it and see if there is any urgent matter at home."

Teacher He opened the letter and found that it was a reply from Ye Xinghua. She was a little confused.

No, she just asked a question, why did he reply with an urgent letter? It would cost an extra dime for expedited delivery.

Teacher He was even more confused when she touched the thick stack of letters in her hand.

Did she ask so many questions?

Then she suddenly perked up and remembered something.

Ye Xinghua was famous for his good academic performance in their class. He was always interested in some difficult problems. He was busy studying every day. He even won a national award in physics. The teachers also valued him very much and thought he had a promising future.

The only hobby of this academic master was to find difficult problems everywhere.

Could it be that these problems of Song Yao were actually very difficult?

Thinking of this, Teacher He relaxed and felt that it was very reasonable.

It was said that it was difficult. She had worked hard for twelve days and still couldn't get to the edge. It was definitely very difficult.

As a result, when I read the letter, the first thing I saw was:

[Student He Junwen:

I am fine. I don’t know if you are fine. I am willing to answer your questions. In fact, the questions you asked are very simple. For example... This question is from our high school physics textbook. I remember that you were dozing off during class, so you may not have heard the teacher’s explanation. It’s okay. I will briefly explain it to you...]

Then, as if he was afraid that Teacher He would not understand, he wrote a whole page of detailed information about what the question was.

Teacher He: “…”

She looked at the thick stack in her hand and had a premonition in her heart.

Sure enough, for almost every question that followed, Ye Xinghua would first point out where they had learned this question, or where he had seen it, and which teacher had mentioned it.

Then he gave a very detailed explanation.

At the end, he also said:

[If your students have such questions in the future, these questions are very simple, I know them all, and you can ask me in the future. I also hope that we can make progress together. I wish you happiness every day.

Ye Xinghua. 】

Teacher He looked at Ye Xinghua, who kept saying "simple" and "you may not remember that we have studied this":...

If he had not answered her questions seriously, Teacher He would have almost thought that he was mocking her.

And he would say "this question is super simple, it's so easy, you can answer it easily" on almost every page.

As a result, she felt that she was mocked as many times as Ye Xinghua wrote.

No, she couldn't think of Ye Xinghua like that.

After all, he helped her answer the questions well.

Maybe he was just reminding her in a tactful way that she couldn't give up studying after graduation.

After all, this guy is a top student, and it seems reasonable to not want to see him fall behind in study.

Thinking about it this way, Teacher He felt much better.

She immediately went back with her heart broken and wrote a letter to her family, asking them to help her send all the high school books.

Until she finished writing the letter to her family, she couldn't recover from "I don't even know the knowledge of the second year of high school" for a long time.

Oh my God, no wonder no one asked Ye Xinghua for advice in high school.

This classmate is a good person and very capable.

But he is just too good at talking.

Teacher He is now very sure that Ye Xinghua definitely dislikes her a little bit in her heart, thinking that she has forgotten the previous knowledge only two years after graduating from high school.

He was even so angry that he sent an urgent letter to "scold" her, and finally pointed her out to remind her to make progress.

The key is that Teacher He still thinks that he is right to scold her.

In high school, she also had good grades and was committed to going to college.

It's a pity that she didn't go there later. After two years of confusion, she even forgot the knowledge of the second year of high school. It's no wonder that her classmates are disappointed with her.

She quickly turned out all her books and decided to use books as pillows every day in the future.

Moreover, Song Yao asked a lot of questions that she couldn't answer in the past two days. Even if she was "scolded" badly, she had to be thick-skinned to ask Ye Xinghua for advice.

And when someone helps you, you can't just say nothing. Next time she sends a letter, she will find a way to send some food and drinks to express her gratitude.

Thinking that she not only had to study hard, but also had to travel thousands of miles to find "scold", Teacher He lay on the bed with tears in her eyes and covered her face with books.

Woohoo, she really sacrificed too much for classmate Song Yao.

In a university far away, a young man was looking down at his watch anxiously:

"Calculate the time, the letter should have arrived by now, right?"

The young people next to him smiled and encouraged him:

"Don't worry, it's okay, as long as you write according to what we taught you, that classmate He will definitely have a good impression of you."

"Yes, Xinghua, you have no experience, and several of us are married."

"Look, you are so worried now. When you sent the letter before, you were reluctant to let us take a look before sending it. If we had taken a look at it at that time, you wouldn't have to worry so much."

The young man, that is, Ye Xinghua, was slightly relieved and said with a slightly red face:

"How can I show you this kind of letter."

He said: "I wrote the letter according to what you said."

"I have been showing my knowledge to classmate He, and I have shown on every page that those difficult problems are not a problem for me."

Others The young people nodded with satisfaction: "Well, very good, female comrades like knowledgeable people."

Ye Xinghua was encouraged and continued happily:

"I mentioned our high school life many times, and I also mentioned that I saw her dozing off in class."

The young people thought it was okay: "Not bad, so that classmate He will definitely know that you have been paying attention to her in high school."

"Female comrades will pay a little attention to those who pay attention to them."

Ye Xinghua was a little nervous after what they said:

"I also followed your instructions and answered every question in detail. Even for the simplest ones, I wrote a full page to answer them."

"You are right. Female comrades like patient and meticulous people. She will definitely think you are super considerate and patient."

Ye Xinghua was a little shy: "I also said at the end that I hope we can make progress together."

"Not bad, kid!"

The young people were all excited!

"Great! Lesbians like bold and unrestrained people. You are almost showing your affection to her openly!!"

"I didn't expect that you, who usually only know how to study, are actually good in this aspect."

Ye Xinghua smiled shyly and expectantly:

"Will Mr. He really have a good impression of me if I write like this?"

A young man said firmly: "Of course he will! Look how well you perform."

"Yes, yes, yes." Other married people echoed:

"Even if they don't have a good impression of you in that aspect, they will definitely regard you as a reliable person."

"Look at you, you help others answer questions, you are patient and meticulous, and you recall the past. At least in her eyes, she already has a good impression of you."

"Yes, she must think you admire her very much. Even if she is not interested in you now, you have been communicating with each other for a long time, and your feelings have accumulated. If you show your appreciation for her more like this time, won't it be a natural thing for you to succeed?"

"That's right, female comrades like people who appreciate them."

The young people talked to each other, and Ye Xinghua felt relieved.

He held his young heart and made a wish sincerely and expectantly.

I hope that the little classmate who asked He questions would ask more questions, so that He could keep in touch with him.

If he wasn't embarrassed, Ye Xinghua would have wanted to buy a lot of food and send it to the little classmate to bribe him to study more.

When Ye Xinghua waited for the second letter and a bag of local specialties, Song Yao, who was in Dashu Village, also completed his fan with the help of Mr. He and Comrade Ye Xinghua.

"Okay! Let's do the first experiment of fan 0101."

Song Yao held a small notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, and gestured to Grandpa Song with a serious expression: "Grandpa, start shaking."

Grandpa Song quickly shook the joystick in his hand.

The round fan, which was as big as a child's palm, began to rotate rapidly with the hand shaking.

As soon as the three fan blades moved, Grandpa Song, who was facing it, immediately felt the wind.

Even though he participated in the production personally (in fact, he did whatever Song Yao said), Grandpa Song couldn't help but be a little shocked.

"It actually blows?"

Song Yao didn't understand why his grandfather was shocked: "Of course the fan blows."

No, Grandpa Song meant that his grandson actually made this thing called a fan.

Dad Song and Grandma Song, who were just watching for fun, were also shocked.

"The youngest son really made it?"

"Let me try, let me try."

Grandma Song grabbed the fan and started to crank it. Sure enough, as soon as she shook the joystick at the bottom, the fan that had just stopped started again, bringing a gust of wind.

Dad Song also wanted to see it, and tried to squeeze over: "I want to see it too, let me see it."

Grandma Song ignored him and was having fun.

"I've never seen something so interesting. Is this what you made with those woods? Oh, the wind is quite comfortable."

Song Yao proudly puffed out his chest:

"This is just a simple hand-cranked fan that requires manpower. When I make a fan clock, it can also blow wind without people cranking it."

Grandma Song was so happy that she handed the fan to Grandpa Song and picked up her grandson:

"Oh, how can my youngest son be so smart? How can he make such a great thing? Grandma thinks you will be able to make an airplane soon!"

Dad Song watched the fan fall into his father's hands and leaned over: "Dad, I want to try it too."

Grandpa Song glanced at him and shook it vigorously.

He hasn't tried enough yet.

Father Song: "..."

Song Yao received a lot of praise from his grandmother. At first, the child tried to look serious, but later he was so happy that he couldn't help but smile:

"I think I can make a plane too!"

Grandma Song was even happier: "Okay, okay, grandma will wait for you to make a plane. When you make one, I can also take a plane."

Song Yao patted his chest and said, "I will definitely make a plane for grandma!"

Grandma Song touched his little head and said, "My dear grandson, you are so considerate. You must be afraid that the weather will get too hot for us to make a fan. You are so good."

Song Yao was a little proud and a little guilty:

"Actually, this fan is not very powerful. It needs to be cranked by hand. It is also very laborious to use, just like holding a palm leaf fan."

The fan clock that he really wants to make without hand cranking is still in preparation.

Grandma Song doesn't care about whether it is cranked by hand or not. In her opinion, it is already very powerful for her grandson to make a pile of wood into something that can blow wind.

She waved her hand: "It's okay, hand-cranking is not a problem at all!"

Dad Song just came over:

"Mom, look at my dad, I also want to try the fan, he tried for a long time but didn't give it to me, he must be holding a grudge against me for not working in the fields yesterday."

Grandpa Song laughed in his heart.

Doesn't he know that the most grudgeful person in this family is Grandma Song?

Sure enough.

Grandma Song looked back at him: "You want to use the fan?"

Dad Song nodded happily.

Grandma Song waved her hand again: "You use it!"

Five minutes later, Grandpa Song, Grandma Song, and Song Yao sat on a small bench in a row, feeling the summer breeze.

Grandma Song said happily: "This is called enjoying the blessing of children and grandchildren."

Grandpa Song nodded in agreement.

Song Yao smiled at his dad across the street: "Then I am enjoying the blessing of my father."

Dad Song, who successfully used the fan:...I want to use it, but not like this.

I saw the fan in his left hand pointing directly at this and that, and his right hand kept shaking the joystick.

Grandma Song sighed: "Don't mention it, it's really comfortable to have this wind in the summer."

Grandpa Song and Song Yao agreed.

Father Song shook the joystick frantically: ...

He has nothing.

Only the joystick and a face full of despair.