Chapter 118 Seven, Yan Qi

Hui Yue had never believed that his parents loved each other. Xiaopang said that if he goes to bed very late, he will see his parents kissing each other.But he had never seen it, so he made up his mind to stay up very late, until he couldn't hold it anymore, Yan Xi and A Heng still didn't kiss. However, they were very kind to him.They always looked at him with a smile on their face, always looking at him, not looking at each other.Every time, I don’t eat carrots, play hide-and-seek with my father around the dining table, and make my father anxious, I just reach out to hit him, but when I fall, I just pinch his cheek and eat his leftover vegetables resignedly.Every time his mother taught him to write big characters, he deliberately wiped all the ink on her face and clothes, but his mother always held his hand in a good-tempered manner and continued to write.

As a four-year-old boy, Hui Yue was very sad.He felt that his parents had endured humiliation just to give him a complete family. He is very anxious. Although he doesn't know why a four-year-old boy is anxious, his small back still left such an impression on the kindergarten teacher. On the first day, the boys and girls tug-of-war, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss. On the second day, the boys and girls ate snacks, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand lonesome staring, looking at Cinderella in the illustration of the fairy tale book.

On the third day, the boys in the middle class and the boys in the big class fought in groups, fighting and fighting, Yan Baobao stared with big eyes in a lonely way, looking at the chubby who was knocked down by him, and his parents would kiss him. On the fourth day, Mr. Yan was called to the kindergarten. "Why hit other children?" Mr. Yan asked his son as maturely and as kindly as possible, wearing black-framed plain glasses. Baby Yan lowered his head, sucked his nose, and didn't speak. Mr. Yan frowned and apologized to Xiaopang's mother: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang, I'm so sorry today, I will educate him when I go back."

Mrs. Zhang was very annoyed: "My chubby, at home, his father and I couldn't bear to beat him, but when we got to school, he was beaten by your child. How do you teach children? He is so unqualified!" A cold light flashed in Mr. Yan's eyes, he suppressed his temper, and said gently: "Don't talk about you, we were at home, and we were never willing to hit the child. You have also seen that not only Xiaopang's face was injured, but also my son's face There are also scratches on the body. This matter is just a quarrel between the children, please don't take it too seriously."

Mrs. Zhang became even angrier when she heard this: "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go to the principal. My husband just donated a building to the kindergarten a few years ago. If your son doesn't apologize today, I will ask the principal to fire him!" Mr. Yan expressed his helplessness, and coughed: "Mrs. Zhang, the children are still young, don't let them learn this habit." Yan Baobao curled his lips: "I will not apologize, I am not wrong, I will never apologize!" Mrs. Zhang was furious: "Let's go, let's go, today I must ask the dean to give justice, don't expel your son, my son is not here anymore!"

Mr. Yan took off the plain glasses, his big eyes were clear and bright, and he smiled slightly: "Are you sure?" The principal's mother broke into a cold sweat when she sent away Yan's Demon King and his son. Mrs. Zhang burst into tears: "I fought hard with you today. My family donated a building to you. In the end, woo woo woo, you bullied our mother and I because he looks good." The principal’s mother, Heixian, except for the one in your family’s kindergarten, all other kindergartens were donated by their family... Mr. Yan took his son home and stuffed him on the sofa, and said coldly: "Start reviewing now, otherwise, eat takeaway today!"

Yan Baobao faced each other with index fingers, curled his small mouth, and raised his big eyes after a long time: "I hate you, bad Yanxi, I hate you, bad Yanxi, bad Yanxi, you bully me when Ah Heng is not at home, I hate you you!" Mr. Yan sneered: "Very good, the takeaway is gone, let's eat instant noodles." Yan Baobao stood up from the sofa with a small body and raised his head: "It's obviously not my fault, why should I criticize? Xiaopang even pulled my hair, so I didn't cry, he was just pretending!" Mr. Yan took off his suit jacket and glanced at him indifferently: "Okay, the instant noodles are gone, you just sit here, when you figure it out, go find me in the studio."

Then, turned around. Yan Baobao threw the pillow on the sofa towards his father's back viciously, and burst into tears: "I know, you don't want me, and you don't want Ah Heng anymore, you don't love me at all, little fat Said that you never kissed Ah Heng, you are about to find me a stepmother!" Mr. Yan paused for a moment, took a long leg, and walked towards the study without even looking at his son. Yan Baobao started to cry, crying while sitting, crying while walking, crying on his stomach, rolling and crying, his voice became louder and louder, his big teary eyes stared at the study room, but the door of the study room was tightly closed, and there was no movement at all.Finally, crying so hard, she stepped on the stool and climbed onto the coffee table to call her mother, and said, "Aheng, Aheng, Aheng, I'm not Yan Xisheng, right?"

Mrs. Yan was in a meeting, she shrank under the long conference table, conditioned reflex: "Well, you really weren't born by him." Yan Baobao sobbed a few times: "I knew it, I'm going to find my own father." "Ah, hello, hello?" Yan Baobao hung up the phone, packed up his toys, carried his schoolbag, and slammed the door shut. Mr. Yan drew for a while, sighed, and called Wen Jiawan'er. Hui Xiaobao was crying in his grandmother's arms, when he saw his uncle squatting in front of him holding a moving little rabbit doll, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little rabbit, baby, let's play with it." Game, okay?"

Xiao Baowo continued to twitch in his grandmother's arms: "What game?" Siwan manipulated the little rabbit to speak: "How about finding out all the villains who kissed your father?" Xiaobao blinked his big eyes: "How to find it?" Siwan smiled: "When he was nineteen years old, the girl he kissed for the first time had something that was buried under the big tree in your home." Xiaobao ran home and dug under the tree with a toy shovel for a long time before he found an iron box.He took it out and opened it, and inside was a yellowed diary, which still smelled of earth.

Siwan walked up to him: "Baby, do you want uncle to read it to you?" "However, Ah Heng said that it is bad behavior to peek at other people's diaries." "It's okay, if it's you, I don't think she will mind." Siwan opened the diary. "In 2002, January 10th, snow. Today, it's my birthday, Yanxi was drunk. The snow outside is so heavy, he kissed me in such a cold season." "In 2003, January 10th, overcast. Today is my birthday. Yanxi said on TV that I will be buried in that beautiful place in the future. I think, I can't die earlier than him, so that I can be in his Watch over his grave." "In 2004, January 10th, snow. Today is my birthday again. The song he sang on TV is really nice, but it's so nice, but it's not for me." "In 2005, January 10th, snow. Today, I forced Yanxi to kiss her lips. Sigh." "In 2006, January 10th, snow. Today, when I met Lu Mojun, the man at the next table really resembled him." "In 2007, on January 10th, Snow. When Yanxi kissed me, he didn't remember that today was my birthday. I was thinking, why every time he kissed me, it was winter, why every time it was mine Birthday? Because, this is too accidental, because not every season is winter, not every day is my birthday." Xiao Bao looked at his uncle in confusion, and asked, "Who is she? Why does Yan Xi always kiss her?" Siwan smiled: "Shh, the game is not over yet. Next, you are going to find another woman. She was only fifteen years old when she met your father, but this woman is even more powerful. This time it is your father who has a crush on her For a long time, but dare not speak." "How to find it?" "Her stuff is hidden in your dad's nightstand." When Xiaobao sneaked into the house, the door of the studio was still closed. He tiptoed to the second floor, but saw Si Er standing in front of the master bedroom on the second floor.The little guy was confused: "Auntie, why are you here?" Sier held a little lion puppet in his hand, pinched his nose and said, "I'm the little lion who takes you to play games, and I'll give you a hint, the bad girl is hidden in the candy jar." Mr. Yan has a candy jar, All the candy that Xiaobao eats is from his father. Xiaobao squatted down and opened his father's bedside table. The candy jar was made of white crystal and had a picture embedded in it. On the photo are the faintly lingering candles and the "Happy Birthday" dipped in cream. Xiaobao sees this photo many times a day, but for the first time he finds that the jar is movable and the photo can be pulled out.Behind the photo, there are a few lines of words. He showed it to Sier: "Is it this, aunt?" Si'er looked at the words behind the photo and read it out gently: "The woman I took the photo is the love of Yanxi's life. She has no one to love her. She was with me when she was fifteen years old. I feel pity for her and treat her like a brother , but I never thought that in the winter of 2001, I had a deep love for this woman, and I wished I could kiss her all the time, but she didn't know it. Although I knew it, I was shocked and refused to admit it. After that, two times Man-made disasters, a chasm in the sky, an abyss close at hand, every time it comes to her birthday, I feel pain to the bone marrow, and the medicine is useless. Others hope that Yanxi can change a woman, but no matter how good the other woman is, she is not my silly girl. From now on, I only hope that every birthday, she can be by my side, drink a bottle of wine with me, eat a can of sweetness, and be close to each other. Yan Xi wrote in 2008." Xiaobao cried and said, "Who is this woman? Yanxi wants to kiss her." Sier smiled: "Little baby, go to your father and let him tell you." Yan Baobao held the diary and photos, and opened the door of the studio. Yan Xi turned her head, looked at her son, smiled, and put down her brush. But Baby Yan twitched and pouted, "I hate you. You have kissed many bad women, but never kissed Ah Heng. I hate you." Yan Xi raised her eyebrows: "Diary girl and photo girl, right?" Yan Baobao stared fiercely at the eyes that took up half of his face: "Who are they? Why did you marry Ah Heng and give birth to me? Why didn't you marry them and give birth to another boy?" Yan Xi tore off the white cloth that had just been covered on the huge oil painting with one hand. With the summer wind blowing, the sunflower field was full of eyes. The woman on the oil painting was holding a sleeping baby, her voice and smile were lifelike. Mr. Yan pinched Xiaobao's nose, and smiled: "The girl in the diary is named Wen, and the girl in the photo I call her A Heng, and she is the same person as the girl in the painting. Do you understand, silly boy?" Xiaobao wrinkled his nose, and after a while, he blinked and threw himself into Yanxi's arms: "Yanxi, you love Ah Heng, don't you? Yanxi, you love me too, right?" Yan Xi picked up his son and looked at it for a long time, then laughed unkindly: "If you are so stupid, who exactly do you look like?" "A Heng said, I was not born by you." "Nonsense, can I give birth to me? Of course you were born to Ah Heng." "You and Ah Heng never look at each other." "Even if I don't look at your mother, I know where she is and what she does. We have been together since we were very young, and she has long been a part of my body." "You and Ah Heng are only looking at me." "Although I don't know what your mother thinks, if you weren't born by her, I promise I won't take another look..." "But, but, you and Ah Heng never kiss. I stayed up very late, and I didn't see you kissing." "Son, you said it was very late, is it half past eight in the evening?"