(1)
On that cold night, although the old man invited him, Yang Ren still did not step into Xu's house again. He hadn't figured out how to face that person yet. Seeing that he couldn't hear or see that he was isolated from the world, he couldn't control it. Your own heart that is in pain.
Recently, Yang Ren has become very boring, and everyone in the family has noticed. His stepmother thought of a lot of ways, but it didn't work this time.
Yang Ren went to work every day and locked himself in his room when he got home. There are two single beds in his bedroom, one for himself and one for Yang Yitong, so when he was lying on the bed, Yang Yitong sat on the opposite bed and watched his father carefully.
"What's wrong?" Yang Ren found that his son was very sensitive even though he was young, and said, "Go to the living room to find aunt and grandma to play with."
"Dad, do you have a toothache?" Yang Yitong's big eyes flashed with worry.
"No, Dad doesn't hurt." Yang Ren couldn't bear the concern from a child, so he stood up and sat on his son's bed, reaching out and rubbing his head.
(2)
"Where's the baby? Show me." Yang Ren said to his son, he was thinking about Xu Yao, all the time.
Yang Yitong ran to the end of the bed, took the doll out of the toy storage box and handed it to Yang Ren.
Taking the doll into his hand again, Yang Ren had mixed feelings in his heart. This doll is really cute, unique, and has its own style in it. He imagined Xu Yao's mood when he was buried in the doll's doll in the quiet environment of Wan Lai, his heart was like blood dripping from a festering wound.
After watching for a while, he asked Yang Yitong, "Why did you choose this color?"
It was the only little pink flower in the pile of dolls. In Yang Ren's understanding, how could a boy like such a color.
"This is the clothes that Ai Su wore." Yang Yitong said.
Yang Ren didn't understand and turned to look at his son.
"Dad, didn't you realize that this doll looks the same as Aisu?" Yang Yitong said with wide eyes.
Yang Ren looked at the doll in his hand again, with her hair in a drapery and a watermelon head, it really looked like Ai Su.
Yang Yitong added: "I saw Ai Su wearing this dress in kindergarten."
So it seems that Xu Yao's doll was cut from his daughter's old clothes? Or maybe, the doll he made was just like his daughter Ai Su? In Xu Yao's eyes, will Ai Su's appearance be very clear
(3)
Yang Ren suddenly remembered something, held the doll and said, "By the way, what color is this doll? Do you know it?"
Yang Yitong glanced at the doll with his eyes, thought for a long time, and said red.
Yang Ren was so angry that he said, "I've been worrying about whether there is something wrong with other people's daughters. I'm afraid my son's head will be kicked by a donkey!"
When Dad got angry, Yang Yitong didn't dare to speak any more, and lowered his head as if he had done something wrong. Although he was four years old, he still couldn't tell the names of the colors.
Yang Ren's stepmother said that children can distinguish colors in a few months, but they don't match names with colors. Thinking of this, Yang Ren blamed himself for always being so impatient. Seeing his son's frightened look, he sighed silently, and snorted his head with his hands, saying, "You don't need to be so afraid of me, why are you so afraid of me?"
Yang Yitong thought for a long time before answering, but finally said, "It really hurts when Dad hits me."
Boys, there is no one who has never been beaten. Yang Ren always thinks so. Seeing his son's pitiful appearance, he begins to feel distressed, and he rarely says in a gentle voice: "Okay, I see, next time I beat you, I'll take it easy."
(4)
The kindergarten is about a week away from the winter vacation. This week, Yang Ren personally went to pick up his son from school every day. At the beginning, Yang Yitong was very happy, but every time he saw his father, the first thing he said was "Today Ai Su is here. ?" Slowly, Yang Yitong's joy to see his father disappeared.
Aisu didn't come to school this week.
Yang Ren finally plucked up the courage to talk to the teacher. This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to the teacher, but it wasn't because of his son.
The teacher said that Ai Su had asked for a week's leave. It seemed that because the child's grandfather fell ill, no one picked up the child.
Yang Ren felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, probably because he had been looking for an excuse to go to the Xu family and finally found a legitimate reason.
It was too late to go home after school, so Yang Ren took his son to the supermarket to buy a carton of milk and two boxes of fruit, and drove to Xu's house.
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