Chapter 204: bedtime games
Wang Wenyu's family did not return to the base until it was already dark. After dinner, Wang Wenyu went to report to his elder brother about the situation today, while Wen Luming took the little fat man to wash and sleep.
When Wang Wenyu came back, Wen Luming was reading a fairy tale in a low voice to the little fat man who was rolling around with the thin quilt on the bed.
As soon as Wang Wenyu opened the door and walked in, the little fat man realized that when he saw it was his father, his eyes were sparkling, and he was very energetic, where was there sleepiness in his eyes? I probably slept during the day, so I heard that Lu Ming was still alive and kicking after reading the book for a long time.
"Dad!" He shouted at Wang Wenyu energetically and with a smile, pulled away the quilt that was wrapping his chubby body in a mess, sat up with a grunt, and crawled towards Wang Wenyu on the bed.
Wang Wenyu grabbed the little guy who was as heavy as a small meat ball, kissed him on the face, and said, "Why don't you sleep?"
The little fat man smiled with frowning eyes, 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 making noises on his father's body, and said, "He slept enough during the day, but now he doesn't want to sleep. I told him a story for a long time, but he was more awake than me."
Wang Wenyu chuckled lightly, patted the little guy's fleshy buttocks, and sent him back to the bedside. He heard Luming beside him, put him down, and said, "If you can't sleep, then play with your mother." Got to go.
The little fat man quickly grabbed Wang Wenyu's fingers, raised his small head, looked at him with eyes like black grapes, and said, "Play! Dad!" It meant that he didn't want Dad to leave, and wanted Dad to play with him.
Wang Wenyu scratched his tender belly in his pajamas, which was exposed because of the movement, and the little fat man burst into a burst of laughter, his whole body trembled with laughter, and his whole fleshy body shrank. Get up, like a lovely white tender ball.
He embraced Wang Wenyu's big hand scratching his stomach with both hands, trying to stop the big hand's action, but the big hand scratched it even harder, he was out of breath from laughing, and the little fat hand didn't have the strength to grab Wang Wenyu's hand was gone, so Wang Wenyu took the opportunity to pull out his hand and said to the little fat man who was rolling on the bed with laughter, "I'll play with you after I take a bath and go back."
Wang Wenyu, who finally got out of his son's entanglement, took a battle bath and quickly returned to the big bed.
The little fat man was still lying on the big bed, grabbing the small quilt and rolling from one side of the bed to the other. Wen Luming was leaning on the head of the bed and read a story to him, but the little guy rolled and looked at the ceiling as if he was studying the ceiling.
Wang Wenyu walked to the big bed and picked up the little fat man who looked like a small meat worm that couldn't stop. Then he sat on the bed and took the little fat man into his arms.
The little fat man regained his energy immediately, and insisted on pulling him to play a bedtime game with himself - "the bed-climbing game". The father and son have been playing this game for a long time, and they are not 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, the push-up was taught by Wang Wenyu to the little fat man. The leader of the special forces, even playing with his son, also used his method of training the big men under him in the game.
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-faced soldier, who seems to have never had a playful childhood and entered his teenage years directly from childhood, doesn't even know how to punish and reward him if he wins or loses a game with his son.
He only knew that if his soldiers lost, the training would be doubled, and running, zipping, and push-ups were the punishment. But my son just learned to walk soon, these exercises, only push-ups seem to be more suitable for little fat people.
Running is also possible, but it is inconvenient in a small room, and there are no conditions for zipping, so the only way to punish the loser is to do push-ups.
Of course, the little fat man is not yet two years old, and his push-ups are not standard.
The father and son knelt down on the head of the bed together with serious expressions on their faces, one big and one small. They raised their heads slightly and looked forward. Wang Wenyu saw that the little fat man was ready, so he ordered: "Start. !"
So two naive men, one big and one small, crawled towards the end of the bed, and the little fat man really couldn't beat his father because of his age disadvantage and his stature.
Wang Wenyu didn't let him, he just adjusted his speed a little bit faster than Fatty, which aroused his competitive spirit, and attracted Fatty to fight with Wang Wenyu, wanting 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 skillfully raised his knees into a push-up position. Obviously he knew that he Lost, so be punished obediently.
But how could he have the strength to support his fleshy little body with his white, tender, soft, chubby arms like lotus roots?
So in order to make him stand up, Wang Wenyu had to lift one hand on his belly to help him share some of the weight of his body.
"Let's start." Wang Wenyu said to the little fat man.
So the little fat man trembled and bent his two small fat arms and pressed his small body down. The little arms and calves were not strong enough to support his own weight, and he was about to lie on the bed almost at once Fortunately, Wang Wenyu's hand was still on his stomach, preventing 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 support his body. The little fat man shook his hands, and with the help of his father, he finally completed this action satisfactorily.
As soon as he finished this push-up, the little fat man fell on the bed panting, his face flushed from the effort.
After finishing this serious bedtime game, the little fat man lost his skills after learning his father's stern face. After he rested, he turned over and lay on his back, looking at Wang Wenyu lying beside him with a smile. Said, "Come again!"
Wang Wenyu had to give 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 he put the energetic fat son to sleep.
As soon as the fat son, who was exhausted, went to sleep, the father Wang, who had not exhausted his energy for a while, shifted his mind from his son to his son's 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 a meat-eating *, there is no problem in the world that is hard to beat him. (To be continued.)