When Seryozha opened his eyes, he felt that today was a fine day.
The sun shone through the gauze curtain and tickled his eyelashes. It's been a few weeks since his birthday, and he shouldn't be feeling this good, but today is a special day.
He had been looking forward to that sweet glutinous feeling for almost a year. So he got up quickly, and ran barefoot into his parents' bedroom without even waiting to wash up.
He knocked on the door, and then turned the lock. He ran over and saw that his mother had already gotten up, and his father seemed to have gone to bed very late yesterday, and he didn't even know he came in.
Seryozha got off the bed, stepped on the soft Egyptian carpet, raised his index finger to a certain corner of the room, and put it on his lips, as if reminding the sun to jump lightly and not to disturb his father. woke up.
He tiptoed like a cat and backed away slowly.
As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Seryozha noticed movement not far behind him.
His smile was faster than his voice, and when he turned around, there were two bright little suns hanging from the corners of his mouth, and even his big blue eyes were bent.
"Mother."
Seryozha wanted to make a mouth shape, but he was so happy that he couldn't help making a sound.
He hopped happily like a fawn, and with his newborn hoofs, he ran towards his mother as quietly as possible but still uncontrollably.
"Do you remember? Do you remember?" He couldn't help repeating, the whole person had already flung himself into Anna's arms, his messy curly hair made him look like he had just come out of some den in the forest.
Ana straightened the white nightgown of the little boy, who hadn't realized that his panties were still outside!
"Remember what?" Anna asked intentionally, making fun of Seryozha's behavior just now.
The little boy blushed, but quickly put the matter behind him. He has more important things at the moment.
"That's it! How could you forget?" He pouted, obviously in disbelief.
"I'm too busy, what the hell is it?" Anna was still teasing her son, secretly amused seeing him anxious.
Seryozha tried his best to remember, then clapped his hands: "It's Zongzi!" he said, glad that he remembered the name.
The boy waved his hands, imitating the appearance of the rice dumplings he saw last year.
"There are a few sharp corners, wrapped inside, soft and sweet."
"It's green!"
He tried to recall the characteristics of the zongzi so that his mother could recall them. When doing this, the little boy, who had seemed a little impatient before, became calm and unhurried, without any irritation or urgency. It seems that the mother who forgot the zongzi is not the reason for him to be angry, but helping the mother to remember is the most important thing.
"I haven't forgotten, I remember." Anna finally decided not to tease her little boy, and she kissed his white and tender face.
Seryozha was finally relieved to hear that his mother remembered what the zongzi looked like. He didn't blame his mother for teasing him like this, but simply showed a smile.
"We'll still do it today, right?" he asked his mother, big eyes like fawns, with a little pleading, more wet as if to say "It's so interesting, won't you say no to me huh?" look.
"Yes, honey, of course we will make zongzi, you have been looking forward to it all year, haven't you?"
Seryozha smiled a little embarrassedly. He felt that it might be a little immature for a boy of his age to expect anything, but he still couldn't refuse the delicious rice dumplings.
"Next year I'll try to be less excited like a six-year-old boy," he told his mother solemnly, but all he got was more kisses.
"I suggest you put on your shoes and freshen up. You can do it yourself, right?" Anna asked her little boy, who moved his white and tender toes and smiled shyly.
"Ah, yes, Mom, I can." After finishing speaking, he kissed his mother's cheek again, and then walked to his room with some satisfaction like a happy fawn getting a lot of fresh leaves and berries .
When Anna saw his little boy again, he was already familiar with dressing up.
"You picked out this dress for yourself?" Ana asked deliberately as his little boy gave her doggy eyes.
"Is there something wrong with it?"
Seryozha looked a little apprehensive, and even looked down, so that he would not be embarrassed to find that he hadn't tucked in his shirt.
At first, Anna imitated her husband's stern face, but after the boy blinked his eyes with some anxiety and confusion, she finally couldn't help laughing.
"You won't be going out today, but you're dressed so well, I hardly recognize you!" she said with a smile.
Seryozha also smiled shyly, revealing a pair of lovely dimples.
"I like it, I like blue, Mom."
"You love it almost every year, but I think they might be a little short and you'll need a bigger one next year."
"That's not good, I like them." Seryozha touched his clothes. He was a child who cherished things very much. Although he loved new clothes like ordinary children, the peculiar cotton quality of old clothes was just as soft as that of old clothes. The comfort level also made him feel unable to give up.
"This means that you have grown taller." The mother comforted her child.
Seryozha could only sigh softly at this, and then nodded, indicating that he would accept the fact.
Anna took Seryozha to the kitchen, where the cook had already prepared the food, and Anushka was already waiting there.
Anna tied a small apron and a hat for Seryozha, but the boy's curly brown hair still showed some mischievousness, but he didn't care, his eyes gleamed with excitement under the big hat.
"How much are we going to make? Mom." Seryozha asked, his clean fingers couldn't resist touching the prepared beans.
"Two each," said Anna.
Seryozha asked again: "Can I make other shapes?"
"Like Bambi last year?" Anna teased.
Seryozha blushed a little: "Oh, practice tells us that it is a bit difficult. I want to try something else this year."
"what?"
"Secret," said Seryozha, blinking.
When they put the dumplings in the steamer, Anna still did not see what Seryozha had done.
"Will it be a long wait?" Seryozha asked, his eyes resting on the cage.
"Like last year." Anna took the boy to wash their hands together.
"Shouldn't it be better for me to look at it?" Seryozha turned back and asked with some reluctance. It seemed that he was very worried about whether there would be any accidents in his work.
"During this time, I think you can memorize a text, your father will be happy." Anna suggested.
Seryozha thought about it, then nodded. He is still not proficient in some texts, and his mother's suggestion is right. Dad will like the zongzi he made, but he also likes that he can recite the texts.
Twenty minutes later, Seryozha had memorized the text, and he went to the bedroom again, just as his father got up too.
Seryozha smiled at his father.
"I memorized the paragraph from yesterday." He said happily, as if showing off, with his head raised high, like a puppy eagerly needing praise.
Karenin had just put on his uniform meticulously, and some places were ironed too neatly. In addition, he always looked a little cold, so he looked really unapproachable. But the son seems to be completely unaware of this, just like the sun on a May morning, approaching everything in this world fearlessly.
Karenin couldn't do like Anna's elder brother, Count Oblonsky, who hugged and raised his child when he was happy, and he almost never said those explicit intimate words.
As a father, in the face of his son's dog eyes, what he does most is to temporarily disrupt his morning plan as he does now, and allocate a little time for the little boy to recite a passage of text.
Karenin sat on the chair, picked up the book, and opened it. Although he had already recited the book fluently, whether it was out of respect or to follow his cautious character, he still held the book in both hands, and nodded slightly. , signaling his son to start reciting.
Seryozha cleared his throat, and he stood upright, his calves in white socks tensed up beautifully, his hands behind his back, and he looked both cute and dignified.
In this morning light, the father and son bathed in the light were not very close, but from the occasional eye contact, almost no one would suspect that they were father and son. Knocking on those two pairs of big eyes, after a father leaves the immaturity of a child, there will always be some faint lines at the end of the eyes, but the color of his pupils will never change. Being a son is like his father decades ago, except that he looks more immature and soft, like a newborn bird, his round pupils are full of curiosity about the world.
In the relationship between father and son, apart from blood relationship and appearance, even temperament and a little bit of small gestures are so similar in the long-term relationship.
Karenin nodded slightly, and the son grinned, as if he couldn't help rushing up to hug his father, but Seryozha held back. After all, he is five years old, but no matter how restrained his behavior is, the proud and joyful eyes can't be hidden.
"I made rice dumplings with my mother while you were asleep." Seryozha couldn't help but said, and without waiting for an answer, he walked over and took his father's big hand.
"I made something very special, you must try it, Dad." Seryozha turned his head to look at his father as he walked, looking handsome and cute.
When Karenin sat at the dining table and his wife brought out the prepared rice dumplings, the son lifted the lid.
"It's a little hot." Karenin stopped Seryozha, who looked at him helplessly, while the wife sat down and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.
Both of these gazes seemed to place great hopes on them, which made Karenin feel that he had a great responsibility.
Under their expectant eyes, he opened the zongzi and made a guess.
"tie?"
Karenin pondered for a while and then frowned and said that he didn't quite understand why Seryozha made such a shape.
When Karenin raised his head, he saw his son in a daze.
"Isn't it right?"
Seryozha wrinkled his nose: "Oh, maybe we can call them tiefish?"
This time it was Karenin's turn to be stunned for a moment, and he frowned again, staring at the shape of the rice dumplings on the dinner plate, and finally reluctantly confirmed that Sergey's original intention might be to make three fish. This implication is not difficult to understand.
"Maybe I don't have much talent for drawing." Seryozha sighed softly, but he didn't look very sad.
"At least they taste good, maybe you can become a great chef." Anna said after picking off the tail of the fish and taking a bite.
Seryozha thought about it, and laughed again.
"That's not bad, either."
He is always so optimistic, and this beautiful smile makes the father feel relieved.