However, in the hearts of children, there is always admiration for their father.
So when Luo Xuefen asked him, "Dad wants to take you out to play, do you want to go?", Xiao Murong's eyes lit up and he nodded without thinking.
Luo Xuefen smiled and touched his round head.
"Then you have to be obedient, you know?"
"Um!"
Usually Luo Xuefen lived alone in the villa with his son, only once a month, little Mu Rong had the opportunity to see his father Mu Yidian in the old house.
At first, he was looking forward to that day.
It's just that with Mu Yidian's neglect and cold face time and time again, little Mu Rong also understands how unpopular he is with his father. Gradually, he became resistant to going to the old house, to see his father, and the boy who was always his father's side and was about his age.
"You must go."
After discovering his son's thoughts, Luo Xuefen, who usually speaks to him in a soft voice, showed a rare stern expression.
"You are a legitimate child, and you are your father's only heir."
"You must let those wild species understand that no one is qualified to be Mu Yidian's son except you, you know?"
Luo Xuefen grabbed his arm hard, her nails digging into the skin, causing sharp pain.
Xiao Murong wanted to cry out in pain, but after seeing the faint tears in Luo Xuefen's eyes, he chose to swallow the words that came to his lips.
Children may be ignorant, but they are very sensitive to the emotional changes of adults.
Besides, little Mu Rong has always been smart.
He knew that his family was different from other children.
Although he still hoped to live with his parents, he never mentioned or asked why, and stayed by Luo Xuefen's side to be her most well-behaved and sensible son, soothing the woman's sometimes peaceful and stable, sometimes restless emotions.
At that time, little Mu Rong didn't know how much Mu Yidian hated him.
And the loving and gentle mother in memory is nothing but a lunatic who well hides the crazy and despicable side of her heart.
The day Mu Yidian took him to Daegu Mountain, the weather was sunny, cloudless, and the sun showed up early. It was a rare good weather in the rainy season.
Little Mu Rong got up before six o'clock.
After brushing his teeth and taking a shower, when he went downstairs, he happened to meet Luo Xuefen who came back from a walk.
Luo Xuefen used to be a doctor. Although she no longer practiced after marrying Mu Yidian, she kept her regular routine. She went to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, woke up at five thirty the next day, and had breakfast at six o'clock.
Thunder can't move.
"Mom! Good morning!"
Luo Xuefen smiled and kissed her son's soft cheek.
The woman was obviously in a good mood. She rarely put on a dress and put on makeup. Her jet-black hair, which was usually draped behind her back, was pulled up, and a beautiful gold hairpin was pinned to her loose bun.
She combed her son's hair and changed his clothes in person, with a beret paired with a white shirt and plaid suspenders, and a pair of bright black leather shoes. In the mirror, a cute and beautiful little British gentleman appeared.
The lips are red and the teeth are white, the pink and jade carvings, the little Mu Rong is good-looking, and the facial features are clean to pick up the advantages of Luo Xuefen and Mu Yidian. After a little bit of arrangement by Luo Xuefen's skillful hands, even the little child stars dressed up by the professional styling team in the magazines Can't compare.
Mu Yidian made an appointment with them to meet at nine o'clock.
Luo Xuefen held Xiao Murong's hand and waited at the door.
His palms were sweating.
Facing his father who had never shown closeness to him, the boy was both timid and yearning in his heart.
Therefore, when the familiar tall figure appeared in the field of vision, Xiao Murong was hesitant at first, but finally let go of his mother's hand in Luo Xuefen's encouraging eyes, put aside his anxiety, and ran with his short legs To the man, at the same time, he called out the name he always wanted to call, but was often stopped by the other party's gaze.
"dad!"
From nine in the morning to six in the afternoon, Mu Yidian took Xiao Murong around Huaicheng.
I went to the amusement park, got on the carousel, ate burgers and fries, and even visited the Marine Ecology Museum. Except for the ten-minute phone call, Mu Yidian never left Xiao Murong.
Although there is not much communication between father and son, for Xiao Murong, this has been the happiest day since he grew up.
If only my mother was there.
Lying on the back seat of the SUV, the drowsy child rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, as if pouring full of orange juice into the sunset with a rich orange tone, thinking a little sadly.
And then unknowingly muttered out.
Mu Yidian was silent for a long time, and finally he should say "OK".
The articulation is clear, echoing in the car without music.
Xiao Murong was only surprised.
He wanted to get up and talk to Mu Yidian, just as he had walked all the way down this day. It doesn't matter if Dad doesn't like to talk, he has many, many things to say to Dad.
A small beak, like a lark singing cheerfully, never stopped.
It's just that the heavy eyelids couldn't endure the deep sleepiness in the end. Before Xiao Murong completely lost consciousness, he still thought that he would tell his mother when he got home today that his father agreed to take us out to play later.
Just like the other kids in kindergarten.
He also has a home.
"That day was a month after my seventh birthday."
"It's also Mu Hui's seventh birthday."