Ding Ziheng skipped ahead, and Ding Changhe followed behind holding An Ran's hand.
A rabbit jumped across the grass in front. Ding Ziheng squatted down, took out a small slingshot and prepared to hit it.
But the little rabbit was very alert and disappeared with a kick of his hind legs.
Ding Ziheng sighed regretfully, "I didn't hit anything today."
Ding Changhe looked at his son's disappointed face, walked up to him, knelt down and said, "Dad will help you beat him later."
Ding Changhe followed the tracks left by the animals and moved his body gently. Ding Ziheng also slowed down and tried not to make any noise.
There was a rabbit in front of him eating young grass in the grass, listening with his ears open from time to time.
Ding Ziheng took a small slingshot and pulled it away. Ding Changhe squatted behind him, put his hand on his son's hand, aimed at the little rabbit, and shot it.
The rabbit ran two steps in response, fell to the ground and struggled a few times, but did not get up. ?.?????.???
Ding Ziheng yelled and ran over, picking up the rabbit by its ears. The rabbit was not dead, but was knocked unconscious.
"Daddy is great. I have to hit it many times to hit it once. Daddy, teach me in the future."
Ding Changhe couldn't help but laugh. He even hit a rabbit, which made his son so happy.
"Okay, whatever Heng'er wants to learn from now on, dad will teach you."
Zi Heng was happy, "Dad, I will come with you when we go up the mountain."
"Okay, Heng'er is coming, dad will definitely bring you."
"Mom said that my eldest brother is very accurate at hunting, so I have to practice more."
Heng'er thought of something, stopped, raised his head and asked, "Dad, my eldest brother all has a nickname, why didn't dad give me a nickname?"
Ding Changhe was stunned, "Heng'er wants to give me a nickname."
Ding Changhe looked at his son, then turned to look at An Ran.
An Ran said angrily, "Don't look at me, ask your son."
Ding Changhe said warmly: "It was okay to have a nickname when you were little, but it doesn't sound good when you get older, so dad didn't give it to you."
"That won't work. My eldest brother has it, and I have to have it too. If my father and mother don't give it to me, I'll get it myself, and I'll get the best one."
Ding Changhe couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, whatever name you want to give it."
Zi Heng thought for a while, "I haven't decided yet. I'll tell dad when I think about it."
Ding Ziheng carried the rabbit and walked in front. Ding Changhe took An Ran's hand again and said, "Let him go. No one calls him. He will forget it no matter how old he is."
An Ran said amusedly, "I don't know what name he first gave himself."
"Didn't Heng'er say you haven't thought about it yet?"
An Ran lowered his head and smiled, "The first one to get up is called Little Rabbit. Later, the most common ones to hunt on the mountain are pheasants and rabbits, and he is not happy about it."
Ding Changhe also laughed, "Isn't this nonsense? You just don't care."
"I don't need to worry about it. He has already stopped allowing others to mention this matter."
Ding Changhe looked at his son bouncing in front of him and said, "It doesn't matter, he will only be fresh for a while. If we call him a nickname when he is older, he may not be happy with it himself."
When Ding Zihe saw that his father and mother were walking slowly behind and talking while walking, Ding Zihe said unhappily, "Mom and dad, please walk faster. Go home and let Aunt Chen make braised rabbit."
Ding Changhe pulled An Ran and walked a few steps quickly and said, "Heng'er, are you tired? Do you want dad to hug you?"
Ding Ziheng said with a stern face, "I'm so old, but I still let my parents carry me. How embarrassing for others to see." After saying that, he carried the rabbit and walked down the mountain with his small chest puffed out.
Ding Changhe looked at his son's back and laughed out loud.
"Uncle, don't worry about him. Every time he goes up the mountain with me, he walks by himself. Unless we go really far and I carry him for a while, he walks by himself."
Ding Changhe asked, "How old was Heng'er when you started taking him up the mountain?"
An Ran thought about it, "About a week and a half. The weather will be warm then. I will do some work in the medicine field and walk around the foot of the mountain, and then slowly follow me up the mountain."
"How could you take him to the mountains when he is still so young?" Fortunately, his son was fine, otherwise he would have had trouble with An Ran when he came back.
"What's the matter? Xiao Shitou was like this at that time."
"There is no shortage of food for him now. He is so young and why is he always going up the mountain? The mountain is dangerous after all."
"It's not like he's going to the mountains. It'll be fine. Besides, Heng'er can't stay idle. He has few playmates in the village, so he can't be raised like a girl at home."
Ding Changhe thought again about Ding Ping in the mansion, he was not acting like a girl, he would cry even if he looked so stern.
"Thank you for your hard work during this period. Heng'er, you taught me very well. I have time now, and I will teach my son in the future."
"Of course that's good, but how long can I stay?"
"No problem for a few months. You once said that Xiao Shitou's biggest regret at that time was that he didn't have his father to guide him and accompany him? I can't let Heng'er do the same."
An Ran couldn't help but fell silent when she thought of the small stone still at the border.
"It's different. At that time, everyone knew that I was kicked out by my mother-in-law. You were not at home, so it was inevitable for us to be criticized. Little Shitou was sensible early, and he was always bullied when he went out to play, so he had a bad temper. So I I have to let Xiao Shitou know that he is the most important person to me."
Then he looked up at his son bouncing in front of him.
"Heng'er has been cared for since he was a child. He knows that his parents love him and his brother also likes him. Even if he is not with him, his feelings are intact, which is different from that of Xiao Shitou."
Ding Changhe listened quietly to An Ran's words, and couldn't help but hold An Ran's hand tightly, "It's all over. Don't think about the bad things. When Xiao Shitou comes back, our family will be reunited."
"Little Shitou, when will you come back? I'm really worried about it."
