[BL] I Heard You Are Going To Marry Me

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Xing Yun had made many jokes, and every time they mentioned it, the couple would burst out laughing. He had also done things that made the couple so angry that their teeth ached.

　　When Da Tao was two years old, Su Mo taught his son addition and subtraction, and how much one plus one equals.

　　Xing Biao was providing props to his son: a car, then another car, that's several cars in total.

　　Da Tao held the two cars in his arms, two.

　　Very good, then one plus one equals two, did you get it?

　　Mumbling that one plus one equals two is a very good education.

　　The next day, he was asked to add up the numbers. Two plus two equals four cars, four plus four equals eight cars, and five plus five equals ten. Xing Biao put all nine cars in front of him. It was not enough, so he took an extra toy airplane. However, Da Tao looked at the pile of toys and still couldn't answer the question of what five plus five equals.

　　"Wife, don't add more. We don't have a car anymore."

　　"Isn't that a lot?"

　　"Your son broke all of them, tore them apart and smashed them. Only nine of them are intact."

　　"Go get some grapes from the refrigerator. They're just a tool for counting. You can use anything else."

　　That's right, Xing Biao took a bunch of grapes and counted the grapes, which should be possible. But their stupid son looked at the grapes and didn't know how to count them.

　　Staring with big eyes, a look of confusion.

　　Su Mo showed great patience and counted while hugging his son.

　　"These are five. Add five more. Count them. How many are there?"

　　"have no idea."

　　"Oh, how stupid."

　　"Go away, my son is not stupid, let Daddy teach you."

　　Xing Biao raised his son's little hand and counted his chubby fingers one by one.

　　"Baby, you see you have five fingers. This hand also has five fingers. Count them all together. How many fingers are there?"

　　Da Tao counted carefully on his fingers, one, two, three, four, five, then he changed hands and continued one, two, three, four, five.

　　"Dad, ten!"

　　"Yes, that's right. Put your hands in your pockets and count again. What is five plus five?"

　　Da Tao did as he was told and put his hands in his trouser pockets. He thought for a while, and the couple looked at him eagerly.

　　"eleven."

　　Su Mo frowned, wondering how could he have forgotten about it. He felt a little angry.

　　"Take your hands out and count again."

　　The son counted again, ten.

　　"Put your hands in your pockets and do it again."

　　"eleven."

　　Su Mo was puzzled. What was going on? Did it matter where the hand was placed? "How did you calculate it?"

　　"Let me count."

　　"It won't be eleven if I count them."

　　Xing Biao touched his chin and thought for a while, then smiled and moved closer to Su Mo. "Wife, I know why now."