Rebirth In the End of the World Raising Buns

Wang Wenyu's family didn't return to the base until it was already dark. After dinner, Wang Wenyu went to report to his elder brother about today's situation, while Wen Luming took the little fat man to wash up and go to bed.

When Wang Wenyu came back, Wen Luming was quietly reading fairy tales to the little fat man who was rolling around on the bed with his thin quilt.

As soon as Wang Wenyu opened the door and walked in, the little fat man noticed it. When he saw that it was his father, his eyes sparkled and he was extremely energetic. Where was the sleepiness in his eyes? He probably took a nap during the day, so now he heard that Lu Ming was alive and kicking after reading for a long time.

"Father!" He shouted at Wang Wenyu with a smile full of energy, pulled away the quilt that was covering his chubby body in a mess, sat up with a grunt, and crawled on the bed towards Wang Wenyu.

Wang Wenyu caught the little guy who was as heavy as a small meat ball, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

The little fat man smiled, his brows were crooked, he kissed his dear father back, and said, "Tell a story!" It was an answer to his father's words. Wen Luming looked helplessly at the little fat man who was fussing over his father, and said, "He's had enough sleep during the day, and now he doesn't want to sleep. I told him the story for a long time, but he was more awake than me."

Wang Wenyu chuckled lightly, patted the little guy's fleshy buttocks, sent him back to the bedside, put him down next to Wen Luming, and said, "If you can't sleep, then play with your mother." it's time to go.

The little fat man quickly grabbed Wang Wenyu's fingers, raised his head, looked at him with black grape-like eyes, and said, "Let's play! Dad!" It meant that he didn't want Dad to leave, he wanted Dad to play with him.

Wang Wenyu scratched his little pajamas, which was exposed because of the turbulence, and the little fat man burst out into a burst of laughter, his whole body trembled, and his whole fleshy body shrank. When it rises, it looks like a lovely white and tender ball.

He hugged Wang Wenyu's big hand that scratched his stomach with both hands, trying to stop that big hand from moving, but was scratched harder by the big hand. Wenyu's hand was broken, so Wang Wenyu took the opportunity to pull out his hand, and said to the little fat man rolling on the bed with laughter, "I'll play with you when I get back from the shower."

Wang Wenyu, who was finally freed from his son's entanglement, took a battle bath, and soon returned to the big bed.

The little fat man was still lying on the big bed, grabbing the quilt and rolling from one side of the bed to the other. Wen Luming leaned on the bedside and read him a story, but the little guy rolled and looked towards the ceiling, as if he was studying the ceiling, his eyeballs rolled around, and he didn't know whether he was listening or not.

Wang Wenyu walked to the side of the big bed, picked up the little fat man who was like a little meat worm that couldn't stop, and then sat on the bed by himself,

Put the little fat man in his arms.

The little fat man suddenly became energetic, and he insisted on pulling him to play a bedtime game with himself - "bed climbing competition". The father and son have been playing this game for a long time, and they haven't gotten tired of it yet.

This bedtime game, as the name suggests, is to climb from one end of the bed to the other. Whoever loses will have to do a push-up.

Yes, push-ups were taught by Wang Wenyu to Fatty. This special forces leader even played with his son, and also used the method he used to train the big men under him to play games.

Of course, it may also be that he doesn't know how ordinary fathers play with their sons, so he can only follow his rules.

This paralyzed soldier, who seemed to have never had childhood playfulness, went directly from infancy to adolescence, didn't even know how to punish or reward his son if he won or lost in a game.

He only knew that if his soldiers lost, the training would be doubled, and running, training, and push-ups would be the punishment. But my son has only learned to walk for a short time. Of these exercises, only push-ups seem to be more suitable for fat people.

Running is also possible, but it is inconvenient in a small room, and there are no conditions for zipper training, so I can only use push-ups to punish game losers.

Of course, Fatty is not yet two years old, and he can't do push-ups up to standard, but it's enough to have a look now, and the real stuff can come later.

Both father and son knelt on the head of the bed, with serious expressions on their faces, and slightly raised their heads to look ahead. Wang Wenyu saw that the little fat man was already in the ready position, so he gave the order: "Start!" !"

So two naive men, one big and one small, crawled towards the end of the bed. As expected, the little fat man couldn't compete with his father because of his age disadvantage and stature.

Wang Wenyu didn't let him, but just adjusted his speed a little bit faster than the little fat man, which aroused his competitive spirit, and made the little fat man insist on fighting Wang Wenyu, trying to surpass him.

Wen Luming watched the father and son play this childish game with a speechless expression. After the little fat man lost, he lifted up his little knee skillfully and put it in a push-up position. Obviously he knew that he I lost, so I was punished obediently.

But his white and tender, soft and chubby arms like lotus joints, how can he have the strength to support his small fleshy body?

So in order for him to stand up, Wang Wenyu had no choice but to use one hand to lift his belly, helping him to share some of the weight of his body.

"Let's get started." Wang Wenyu said to the little fat man.

So the little fat man tremblingly bent his two little fat arms, and pressed his little body down. His little arms and legs were not strong enough to support his own weight, and he was about to lie down on the bed all at once. Fortunately, Wang Wenyu's hands were still supporting his stomach, which kept him from falling down.

Since he didn't fall down, the little fat man had to use the strength of his two hands and two feet to prop up his body. The little fat man shook his hands, and with his father's help, he finally completed this action satisfactorily.

As soon as he finished the push-ups, the little fat man lay down on the bed panting for breath, his little face was red because of the exertion.

After finishing this serious bedtime game, the little fat man imitated his father's stern face, and immediately lost his skills. After he rested, he turned over and lay on his back, looking at Wang Wenyu who was lying beside him and smiling. Say, "Again!"

The child controller Wang Wenyu had no choice but to sacrifice his life to play the bed climbing game with his son all night, and it was not over until the little fat man was exhausted, and then put the energetic fat son to sleep.

As soon as the exhausted fat son fell asleep, Father Wang, who had not exhausted his energy, shifted his mind from his son to his mother.

But it's so late today, it's not good to throw the sleeping son to Wang Wence. But as long as a man has the desire to eat meat, there will be no problems in the world that bother him. (To be continued.)