"Gift?"
"Yes, a gift for Mom."
Seryozha put his hands on the table with an innocent and charming expression.
Karenin closed the book, thought for a moment, and said, "I remember your mother's birthday hasn't come yet."
"But it doesn't mean that gifts can only be given on birthdays." Seryozha said, "However, my birthday is coming soon."
"But it should be your birthday," said Karenin.
"So I think it's better to give a gift to my mother." Seryozha smiled softly, "I learned from books that it is not easy to conceive a child, Dad, it is true, yes ?"
"Yes," said Karenin, his eyes softening, and he put the book aside.
Although Karenin didn't say it, a corner of his heart was proud of the little boy in front of him.
"So, we have to prepare a present for Mom." Seryozha repeated, almost jumping up, and it seemed that he had a good plan.
"You can ask your mother what she wants first, when she comes back from Moscow." Karenin suggested seriously, but was opposed by the little boy.
"But it should be a surprise." Seryozha frowned. He looked at his father with some confusion: "We should find out a gift that she will like and give it to her."
"I think you're right," Karenin said after a moment of thought.
Although many people think that Karenin is stubborn and refuses to give in easily, but that is limited to government affairs. In life, facing his wife and children, this man is actually very easy to be persuaded.
"How about jewelry or books?" Karenin suggested again.
"Oh, Papa, as I said, this must be a very special gift from you and me. We have never given anything to Mama together," Seryozha said patiently, afraid of being a father. do not understand the importance of this.
"Okay." The father didn't laugh, but nodded solemnly.
At this moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
The butler Kearney stood by the door, came in after getting permission, and asked respectfully: "Sir, master, do you need to eat now?"
"I'm not very hungry yet." Seryozha said that he has a small problem. If he is immersed in something, then he will easily not feel hungry.
Fortunately, Karenin was not the kind of spoiled parent.
"It's time for dinner, and you can think about it after eating, Seryozha."
"Okay, Dad." Seryozha compromised, although sometimes he was quite stubborn, but most of the time, Seryozha was a very obedient child.
Seryozha habitually held his father's little finger, and said as he walked, "Dad, it's not 'I', it's 'we', let's think together." He continued to emphasize, but he still seemed to be good-tempered.
"Okay. We can think about it together after dinner." Karenin promised, and it was not the kind of promise to coax children, but the kind that would always be fulfilled.
Seryozha laughed contentedly.
After eating, the father really made time.
They were in Seryozha's bedroom. Compared with ordinary children's bedrooms, Seryozha has a very large bedroom, and there is even a small study room with bookshelves full of books. When Seryozha was more than one year old and could stand up unsteadily, the number of books increased year by year, and by now it was basically comparable to an adult's study room.
"We can take a look at this one first." Seryozha took a book with annotations from the sky-blue bookshelf, and spread it out on the desk.
Karenin glanced at it, and there were indeed a lot of gift options marked on it.
"It's too much, but I still don't think it's good enough." Seryozha pouted, his tender fingers gliding across it, mumbling, reading the gift options to Karenin, and asking him Views.
"What do you think of the little train?" he asked.
"I think that's what you like."
Seryozha blinked and then giggled.
"I did it on purpose," he said shyly, "and I wonder if you know what I like."
Karenin understood the boy's little thoughts.
"I thought you'd feel like you were old enough to not need gifts."
Seryozha was a little anxious: "But the gift has nothing to do with age."
"I like presents." He pursed his lips.
"I know," Karenin said.
Seryozh blinked again, looked at his father carefully, and decided to believe him.
"Then shall we continue? Dad."
"Yes, Seryozha."
It took them about half an hour, and in the end both father and son felt that the gifts were a little too ordinary.
"I think your mother may not really mind the gift itself. The most important thing is the heart, Sergey Sha." Karenin looked at his frustrated son and said, wanting to appease him.
"But I want the best for her." Seryozha sighed, fingers still holding the paper.
"We should give her a great present, shouldn't we?"
Karenin looked at his son's serious face, and could no longer utter those comforting words. He just nodded slightly and told the other party that he could have 40 minutes to think about it together.
Forty minutes later, it began to rain lightly outside the window.
Seryozha yawned; it was almost time for his afternoon nap.
"You need to go to bed now," said Karenin.
Seryozha said softly: "But I'm not very sleepy, papa." Having said this, he wiped his eyes with his hand.
Karenin said: "You are sleepy, go take a nap, Seryozha."
Seryozha looked again at his father, and sighed softly.
After Seryozha fell asleep, Karenin covered the other party with a blue plush blanket, and he himself moved some official documents over, and temporarily worked on Seryozha's children's desk. That way he would know when Seryozha woke up.
Usually these things are always done by his wife, and Karenin hardly realizes what this habit means—how old Seryozha is, his wife lasts almost as long as he does.
An adult, in a child's bedroom, doing something alone to pass the long hours, and never complaining.
Karenin began to realize the weight of Seryozha's proposal.
An hour later, the rain had not stopped, but Seryozha woke up.
He was wearing a white nightgown, with two white and thin legs bare, remembering what Anna told him not to step on the floor with bare feet, so he still stuffed a pair of fluffy powder blue slippers under his feet.
He got up from the bed and wanted to change his clothes to find his father, but the latter had already come in.
"Are you in my study, Dad."
Karenin told him yes, and brought him Seryozha's clothes, and when the latter had changed, he told Seryozha that he had to go to grammar lessons in half an hour.
"Don't be late, Seryozha, being late is a very bad habit."
"I understand, Dad." Seryozha, who always remembered his father's advice firmly, nodded.
"But the gift." He hesitated.
"I'm sure we'll have time to think when you finish your French lessons."
After Karenin said this, the little boy's eyes became bright like a rainbow.
"It's settled!" he said happily.
The father could only nod his head, not blaming him for his poor oral English at the moment.
While Seryozha was in French class, Karenin dealt with the urgent documents more quickly than usual, and he thought he could leave the rest until evening.
He went to the window.
The sun is so bright, and there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.
The green leaves of the oak and beech are so lush and dense, as if they are enjoying the caress of the sun to their heart's content.
This vigorous sense of life is like his own wife.
If there is a season like her in the four seasons, it must be this moment. The starting point and hope of life are at this moment. Wind and cloud, everything seems to come alive.
Karenin thought of something.
This is really not like him. When Karenin took out the parchments from the drawer, he couldn't help but blushed slightly. When Sergei knocked on the door and came in, Karenin subconsciously wanted to put them in, but it was still a bit late.
"What did you take? Father." Seryozha came up, his little face flushed.
"Some parchment," Karenin said simply.
Seryozha went up to Karenin, put his hands on the table, and then his eyes lit up.
"We can spend some pictures!"
He looked up at his father, trying to hear his thoughts.
Karenin corrected in a low voice: "Maybe we can write some words."
"Like blessings and compliments."
"That's a good idea, Papa," Seryozha agreed, but after a while he frowned again, which looked so much like Karenin.
"Maybe..." He bit his lower lip lightly, hesitating a little.
"If you want to say something, say it, Seryozha."
"Oh, father!" Seryozha smiled shyly.
He said softly, "Maybe we can write something else."
"Like," he paused, "love."
"What?"
This time it was Karenin's turn to frown.
Seryozha still kept his hands on the table, and he tiptoed, which showed that he was very excited.
"We write about things that make us feel happy! It's like keeping a diary, but those things that make us feel happy are brought to us by our mother."
Karenin listened and agreed it was a good idea, although he almost never did it.
Seryozha quickly moved into action. Sitting next to Karenin, he pouted and said: "You can't peek. Mom is the first person to see."
"To be fair, I won't peek at you either."
"You promise, Dad."
"I promise, Seryozha."
Seryozha got his father's guarantee and began to write and draw on the parchment with peace of mind.
An hour later, the parchment was bound and placed in a beautiful box with a dark green lace ribbon tied on it.
"I can't wait to show it to my mother," said Seryozha cheerfully.
Karenin stroked the ribbon cherishingly, and agreed with his son's words.
Later, no matter how long the oak and beech outside the window have changed, no matter how many people in the house come and go, the box is still intact.
The grandchildren of Karenin and Anna often come to play in the study.
Each of the Karenin children gave their mothers the same gift—
"The best thing in our life you brought us - Dedicated to Mom"
Seryozha article:
1. Mom, I like the cookies you made. They are sweet, just like you are in my heart. The cookie is you, making me feel happy and happy when I see it.
2. Mom. The roses are in bloom, they are red and beautiful, I like them, but, I like them more when you kiss me, your kisses are more beautiful than the roses.
3. Mom, sometimes I hope that I will not grow up, because then I can still be in your arms and be your little boy, but sometimes, I hope that I will grow up quickly, so that I can become Your little man is gone.
4. Mom. The mother of the white cloud is the sky, so it is very happy; the mother of the waves is the sea, so it is very happy; the mother of the grass is the earth, so it is very happy; I am so happy that you are my mother, because I am so happy .
5. Mom, sometimes I don't like to sleep, because I may have nightmares, but sometimes I like to sleep, because there will be your warm embrace in the dream.
6. Mom, I heard that the mother kangaroo will put the baby in her pocket. I am a little curious about how it feels, but when you hold me, I think the baby kangaroo must feel the same as me.
7. Mom, sometimes I think I'm not a smart kid. I'm not particularly cute, and I still have some bad habits, but you always tell me that you love me, never because of my intelligence or beauty. You were looking forward to me before I was born and I couldn't see my little hands and feet clearly.
8. Mom, many people say that I am a brave child, such as Grandpa Kearney, Uncle Peter, Grandma Sasha... But the reason why I am brave is because I believe that you are by my side.
9. Mom, I like being by your side. I like to listen to you tell me stories, I like to watch you do things, because, I just like you so much!
10. Mom. There is one thing I have always believed in. I believe that I must have been a very obedient child in my previous life, otherwise how could I have you? So, dear mother, I also want to be a good child in this life, because only in this way, the angel will remember to let me be your child next time.
Karenin:
1. Marriage is happiness.
2. The sunshine can be different every morning.
3. Still don't like sweets, but sometimes, they're as good as you tell me.
4. Winter is better than summer, but summer is not unbearable when you are there.
5. I am used to calling you wife and being a husband.
6. Occasionally, I still want to remind you to organize everything in life so that things can be in order.
7. I like you to smile at me. I like it very much.
8. Knowing that you don't like it, I will try to drink as little as possible in the future.
9. I am Karenin and your husband, joy.
10. My love, Anna.
If the uncertainty of life lies in meeting, then meeting you and me must be the happiest meeting...