Zhan Weiguang put down his chopsticks, got up with a cold face and walked towards the stairs.

After that, Zhan Pengcheng said to his grandmother: "Mom, why do you say that Xiusong? He is still a child, and it is rare to come to play."

Instead, the grandmother looked angrily and said, "I'll call his dad and scold him later."

Zhan Pengcheng shook his head helplessly and turned to Pei Qing, "What's the matter?"

Pei Qing said, "It was Xiusong who stepped on Weiyang's flower pot, and the two of them were in trouble."

Zhan Pengcheng looked at Zhan Weiyang, "It's not a big deal, my Yangyang is the most sensible, and he doesn't care about his younger brother. Dad just buys you a flower pot. Dad can buy you as much as you want, okay? "

Zhan Weiyang lowered his head and whispered in a muffled voice, "I want my flowerpot."

Zhan Pengcheng didn't hear what he said, and reached out to rub his head, "Yangyang is the best."

At this moment, Pei Qing's cell phone rang suddenly. He took it out of his bag and connected it. After listening quietly for a while, he said, "Yes, I'll be right there." Then he hung up the phone and raised his head to face Zhan Pengcheng. Said: "I'm going to pick up a courier."

Zhan Weiyang suddenly raised his head and said, "I'll go too."

Zhan Pengcheng hurriedly stopped Zhan Weiyang: "You eat first."

Zhan Weiyang had already stood up, and he said, "No, I want to accompany Brother Qin to get the courier." After that, he trotted behind Pei Qin and left the dining room.

Zhan Pengcheng raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, he couldn't help sighing.

In the afternoon, Pei Qian found a shop selling professional ceramic repair glue in the same city on the Internet, and added money to let the boss deliver the goods immediately, so that he would receive the goods at dinner time.

When they went to pick up the courier in the community, when Pei Qing took the package from the courier, Zhan Weiyang looked up, raised his head and asked him, "Did you fill the flower pot for me?"

Pei Qing smiled and said, "It's for you to fill the flower pot."

Zhan Weiyang was very happy: "That's great."

When they returned home, Zhan Weiyang's mood had obviously improved. After walking a short distance from the living room to the dining room, he kept smiling and talking to Pei Qing.

When he sat down, Zhan Pengcheng asked him, "Is Yangyang not angry?"

Zhan Weiyang didn't see Zhan Xiusong, only looked at Pei Qing with a smile, and said, "Well."

Zhan Weiguang also came back. He failed to call Zhan Xiusong back for dinner, so he came down and said, "Let him go. Anyway, you won't be hungry if you don't eat a meal."

Zhan Pengcheng felt a bit of a headache, so he had to say, "you eat first, and then you can talk about it after you finish."

After dinner, Pei Qing and Zhan Weiyang squatted on the balcony on the second floor, ready to repair the flowerpot with the tools they bought.

It was not dark at that time, so Pei Qing opened the manual in the box and took a closer look.

Zhan Weiyang squatted beside him and looked at him together.

Zhan Pengcheng came up to the second floor, first went to Zhan Weiyang's room to find Zhan Xiusong, and asked him if he was not full. Do you want to go down and let Aunt Luo cook him a bowl of noodles. After being rejected, he came out of the room and turned around. saw two people squatting on the balcony.

He walked over, stood behind Pei Qing and watched for a while, then bent down and reached out to lift the flowerpot that was torn in half.

Zhan Weiyang saw it and said quickly, "Dad is not allowed to touch it."

Zhan Pengcheng put down the flower pot and said, "There's no need to make up this one. Do you want to buy another one?"

Zhan Weiyang had lowered his head and approached Pei Qing, watching intently, and said at the same time, "No."

Zhan Pengcheng walked around on the balcony with his hands behind his back, and found that no one took care of him, so he finally had to turn around and leave the balcony and go back to his room.

The repair glue is not difficult to use, but Pei Qing was worried that the flower pot was too heavy, and only the repair glue would not stick firmly.

He raised his head and looked at Zhan Weiyang.

Zhan Weiyang also looked at him strangely and asked, "What's the matter?"

Pei Qing said, "If I mend the flower pot, you may not be able to squat in it in the future."

Zhan Weiyang was taken aback: "Why?"

Pei Qing folded the instruction manual in his hand and tapped lightly on top of his head, "I'm afraid you'll be crushed again."

Zhan Weiyang was still surprised and said, "None before."

Pei Qing knocked again, "It hasn't cracked before, and now it's repaired with glue." After speaking, he paused for a while and asked Zhan Weiyang, "Do you want to repair or buy a new one?"

Zhan Weiyang looked confused.

Pei Qing said, "Quickly decide, three, two, one—"

Zhan Weiyang hurriedly said, "Make it up!"

Pei Qing smiled and said, "Come on then."

It got dark before they knew it, so they turned on the lamp above the balcony door and used the weak light to apply repair glue to the section of the flower pot.

It was a simple job, but because of the large flower pot, it added a lot of work. Pei Qing was worried that the glue would dry too fast, so he was a little impatient. After sticking the two pieces of flower pot together, he squatted next to him and watched. for a while.

Zhan Weiyang reached out and wanted to touch it.

Pei Qing grabbed his hand and pulled it back, saying, "Don't touch it, the glue isn't dry yet."

Zhan Weiyang said nervously: "Okay." He retracted his hand between his thigh and upper body and pressed it.

"Will it be okay?" he asked Pei Qing.

Pei Qian packed up the things that were thrown on the ground, put the rest of the repair glue into the express carton, and said, "It will be fine, I will leave it here and leave him alone in the future."

Zhan Weiyang said, "But I will grow in it in the future."

Pei Qing looked at him.

Zhan Weiyang was suddenly a little embarrassed. Just now, Pei Qin clearly said that after the repair was done, he could no longer squat in. He also chose to repair or not to buy a new one, but now he has no other way. Rooted inside.

He whispered: "I don't know what to do, and my roots don't know if it will break it."

He thought his roots would grow and spread in the soil, perhaps pushing into the original crack in the pot and pushing it open.

Pei Qing couldn't help sighing softly. He squatted for too long. He sat on the ground in a different position, stretched his long legs slightly, and pressed his hands under his knees. He said, "Your roots."