"Your father looks a little scary, he won't hit you, will he?"
Seryozha looked at the boy in front of him, his round blue eyes widened in surprise.
"Why do you think so?" He asked in confusion, and then his blue eyes narrowed intentionally. He was already five years old, although he was still a little round and chubby, and his fingers were round, but in his heart, he had already started Yearning to become a dignified adult like his father.
"Because," the boy who was two years older than Seryozha swallowed in front of him. The luxurious bow tie seemed to be strangling his neck, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"I spied them talking, and your dad didn't smile at all. It was like ice cubes."
Seryozha sat up straight.
He turned out to be in a relaxed posture, sharing the little soldiers given to him by Aunt Tao Li with his new friend Vitaly.
Now, he thinks it is necessary for him to protect his father's reputation.
"It was just diplomacy, my dad wasn't scary. He was a good dad."
The brown-haired boy didn't seem very convinced, but he managed to say, "Maybe."
"I'm not lying, it's true, he is a good father." Seryozha said softly, he would not always tell these words to others, because of his father's work, he knew that he could not be with those ordinary Play like a child.
"Dad once gave me a pony, which was very cute. He carried me on the first time I rode a horse. Dad was always busy, and my French was always poor. After he came back during that time He will teach me himself." Seryozha paused and said, "He also said he loved me."
"My dad often said it too, but I didn't believe it. He bought me everything I wanted, but I knew it was just dismissing me and letting me go." Vitali played with the soldier's gun, speaking with With a trace of disdain to maintain self-esteem.
"I believe what my mother said." After he finished speaking, he made a grimace, and the freckles on the tip of his nose were slightly twisted by folds, as if he was defending something.
"You know, Seryozha, most dads don't really love their little ones, even though they say 'I love you' a lot."
After Vitaly and his father left, Seryozha's expression became a little sad.
Mother has gone to Countess Lygia's, and she won't be back now.
Although Seryozha loves his father, if he has any concerns in this family, he is used to telling his mother first. He knew that if his mother couldn't answer his confusion, he would turn to his father for help. However, his mother was so powerful, and under normal circumstances, he could always get answers from his mother.
He had carefully told his father about it because he didn't want him to feel uncomfortable when he found out, why his son didn't think of him first. Or, he suspected that Seryozha did not love him.
How terrible!
Of course Seryozha loves his parents, he loves both of them, so in the past when he was young, someone teased him whether he loved his mother or his father more, and Seryozha, who had no choice, would always turn his eyes red with sadness first.
And when he's a little older, he's either seriously saying he loves them both, or he's bewildered with downcast eyes like a wounded puppy.
Of course, he wasn't hesitating who he loved more, but he couldn't tell these adults. Could it be that they asked him to make this choice because he didn't perform well enough? That made him really sad.
But later, he found that those people no longer asked him. And Seryozha overheard that it was because of the mother's intervention.
Look, mom is always so good!
So at this moment, after he learned such a thing beyond his cognition from Vitali, he was very confused and urgently needed an answer. But the mother happened to be away.
"I can ask Papa," Seryozha said to himself. He finished his homework, and then tidied up the hem of his clothes. His round fingers were clearly still a child, but there was a kind of nobility and restraint that ordinary children did not have in his movements.
He came to his father's study, knocked on the door, and went in only after getting permission.
"Father, I have something to ask you." Seryozha said after closing the door.
Karenin did know that something was confusing his son, after all, that little face couldn't hide anything yet.
Although some documents were more urgent, Karenin only changed the processing plan in his mind, and then closed the documents.
When Seryozha sat down on the chair opposite him, Karenin could not help but smile slightly. Because in his position, the guests opposite him are usually at the same level as him, not like now, in a wide position, a small one with only big eyes, folded hands, with a round shape Seems immature.
"It's a little uncomfortable." Seryozha himself noticed that his legs couldn't reach the floor, so he twisted his buttocks, and asked softly, "Can I come here?"
"You are my son, not a visiting guest." Karenin said calmly, but the expression on his face was not the tension, indifference or sarcasm when meeting a guest.
Seryozha got down from his straight chair, and, like a puppy, he went around half a circle in a naive manner, and then went to his father.
Karenin moved his chair a little so that he could face Seryozha.
Seryozha stood up. He inherited Karenin's blue eyes and long legs. Although his face was still a little chubby, his legs were straight and delicate, like a deer in spring, not to mention the brown-gold ones. Slightly curly hair.
If his mother were here, facing his cuteness, she could not help stroking the hair on Seryozha's forehead.
Seryozha's father would not have done this, and the most intimate gesture of being a father, compared to his mother's fondness for touching his hair, his cheeks, and his small shoulders, was nothing but those blue eyes of the same color when he spoke. Will watch him intently. Silently conveyed his care for his son.
Same now.
Seryozha lowered his eyes a little and thought for a moment.
His eyelashes were unboyishly curled, very thick, and when he was thinking, he looked like a quiet little doll.
But parents know that there is a lively world hidden in Seryozha's big eyes.
"Just now Vitaly asked me," Seryozha looked up, looking perplexed, "would you hit me?"
"I told him you never hit me and you loved me, but he said, 'Not every father loves his kids'."
"He believed his mother loved him, but he didn't believe the same about his father."
"Father," Seryozha said softly, "is it true? Is there really a father who doesn't love his children?"
Karenin did not expect Seryozha to ask this question. This question is not like him at all. For Seryozha was a happy and innocent child.
If it was a long time ago, Karenin would think that it is not conducive to the growth of boys to retain such emotional innocence at this age. But now, he never thought of letting him leave the child quickly and learn to be an adult.
He thought that as long as it is natural, time will not stay or move forward according to the will of a person, no matter how powerful or smart the person is. That being the case, then, he doesn't need to be too harsh on Sergey Sha's education, as long as he is happy. When he grows up a bit, he should have the responsibility. At that time, it will not be too late for him to teach.
However, had these questions been asked earlier in his life, Karenin chose to tell him the truth. Because Seryozha had a right to know the truth, and because, despite his naiveté, Karenin never doubted that Seryozha had a brave heart.
Thinking of this, Karenin raised his hand and put it lightly on Seryozha's immature shoulders, and Seryozha looked at him suspiciously, then raised his pure eyes and looked at him.
"There is indeed such a father in this world."
After hearing his father's answer, the boy opened his eyes wide and looked a little sad.
"It's unfortunate."
He grieves for Vitaly, and for those children.
His mother always told him that he was their baby, precious, and that his birth brought laughter and joy to everyone.
Seryozha grew up in an environment full of love. Those doting and proper teaching prevented him from becoming that kind of impolite child. His growth process was smooth and healthy, and even the memory of wrestling was full of laughter Pain.
Therefore, he never doubted his parents' love for him, and he never doubted that he would not love them.
He thought that children all over the world were like this, but today, he knew the fact. Not every child is so happy, and not every father is like his father. It turns out that the so-called love is not taken for granted!
"If that's the case, father, I've decided to be nicer to others," said Seryozha earnestly, raising his head.
"Because, maybe the people I meet in the future may not be as lucky as me. In this way, when they count the people they have who love them with their fingers, they can add one more."
Karenin looked at his son, saw firmness from that immature face, and also saw the hope of happiness.
He rarely does this in front of people, but at this moment, the father smiled slightly and said gently: "This is very good, son."
Seryozha smiled and nodded.
He thought, maybe this is the difference between father and mother. His mother told him the beauty of this world, and his father told him that there are thorns hidden deep in the beauty. But both father and mother used their own happiness to tell him that even so, they must be full of hope, because only in this way can there be a change.
The uneasiness in his heart was slowly dissipated by the wind because of this decision, and those cold facts in his small, warm heart were always filled with hope little by little. Only in this way, the world will not really hurt this rare innocence, and even if he eventually grows into an adult, it will not change too much.
After that, when I saw Vitaly, the boy with curly hair and blue eyes like Seryozha when he was a child, the latter took his hand, counted his fingers one by one, counted ten fingers, and solemnly Plus one more.
"Seryozha."
"In this case, even if one is missing, we have the same thing now. Vitaly, we are all happy children."
Later, when a young reporter was interviewed by a very famous retired diplomat, when he asked what changed his life, the old man with light blue eyes just blinked his wise eyes. eyes, and said it was because of a friend.
"A man like sunshine."
The author has something to say: "Summer Homework"
Senior grades
Charlie: Have you finished your summer homework? Lend me a copy!
Andre:? summer homework? We have summer homework!
Charlie: dead
primary level
Sister Bambi: brother, diary, can't write TUT
Brother Bambi: Draw if you can’t write = =
Sister Bambi: Bad guy, I'm going to find Brother Bambi! He will teach me gently!
…
Brother Bambi: [Takes the opponent's hat] I'll copy this for you
Sister Bambi: Brother, you are so kind [moved to cry] QVQ [So I misunderstood him]
Ten minutes later, brother Bambi went to little Bambi's room
Brother Bambi: diary, can’t write = =
Little Bambi: It’s okay, I’ll teach you [touch your head] =V=
Brother Bambi: yes