Bozai wrinkled his chubby face, took a closer look at his masterpiece, and then looked at his father's handsome face, wondering: "It's not like it."
He showed Gu Yanzhi the drawing closer: "Father, look carefully."
Gu Yanzhi evaded back a little, and cooperated with Xiaopangdun's request. After reading it for a while, he really couldn't equate the people on the drawing with the people that Xiaopangdun might know in his impression, so he could only say: "Dad can't guess. .”
He hugged Xiaopangdun and walked to the restaurant: "Bozai, can you tell Dad who is in this painting?"
Bo Zai lowered his chubby face, a little disappointed, but still announced the correct answer: "Bo Zai drew the mother."
Gu Yanzhi's footsteps stopped, the corners of his mouth dropped, he pulled out the chair and sat down, letting the little fat man sit on his lap, his voice couldn't hear the emotion: "Bozai misses mother?"
"Yeah." Bozai looked down at his painting, thought of his father's reaction just now, and suddenly raised his little head, "Dad, have you forgotten what your mother looks like?"
Gu Yanzhi whispered: "Father has not forgotten." How could he forget
"But Dad just didn't recognize that it was Mom in the painting..."
"Father just didn't expect Bo Zai to draw mother." Gu Yanzhi rubbed his son's limp hair.
He didn't want to discourage Xiaopangdun's enthusiasm for painting, so he changed the subject: "Dad, put these paintings away for you, and when you find your mother, can you show them to him?"
Bo Zai nodded, Xiaopang rummaged through his hands, and took out the one he was most satisfied with from the sketch: "Don't accept this one for now."
If Mr. Xie is his mother, then he will give this painting to his mother tomorrow: "This bo cub may be taken to kindergarten tomorrow."
Gu Yanzhi only thought that it was a homework assigned by the kindergarten, and he had to hand it in tomorrow when he completed the drawing today, so he answered that he knew it, and got up to find the folder containing the drawing.
Bozai turned around on the chair, resting his little chin on the back of the chair.
He couldn't hide anymore.
He wanted to tell his father that he saw Teacher Xie who looked a lot like his mother in the kindergarten today.
But he can't tell.
Because he can't let Dad, can't let Dad...
Bozai frowned, thought for a while, and thought of that statement.
He couldn't let his father be happy for nothing.
After he was sure that Mr. Xie was his mother, he would tell his father about it.
Bo Zai made up his mind, looked at Gu Yanzhi who was coming with a file bag, and asked for permission: "Dad, can you let Bo Zai see your mother's photo for a while today?"
It was difficult for Gu Yanzhi to refuse Xiaopangdun's request: "Look before going to bed."
He picked up the drawing on the table, put it in the file bag, and picked up the signature pen from the side.
Bozai actively raised his chubby hand: "Dad, Bozai will write!"
He took the pen from Gu Yanzhi's hand, and Xiaopang held it firmly, and wrote stroke by stroke on the file bag:
Mother de huà xiàng.
Start a new line with your own name.
After finishing writing, he scratched the chubby face with the pen holder: "Dad, what date is it today?"
Gu Yanzhi replied: "September 21."
Bo Zai carefully signed the date in the lower right corner.
This is not the first time he has written about this.
In Dad's study, at the top of the bookcase, there is a whole row of the same file bags.
Standing upright like a soldier on review.
Waiting for mom to come back.
Mom will take it apart.
Gu Yanzhi will try his best to come back to have dinner with Bo Zai.
Someone will attend those banquets, banquets, and company affairs on his behalf, and he can also take them home to deal with.
After dinner, the housekeeping aunt accompanied Bo Zai to read picture books in the toy room, and Gu Yanzhi read the project proposal in the study.
Perhaps it was because Bo Zai mentioned that person before dinner, Gu Yanzhi could not concentrate when working.
Half an hour later, Gu Yanzhi, who hadn't finished reading a project, turned off the light screen, got up, walked to the low cabinet, and opened the cabinet door.
The safe in the low cabinet recognized his iris and opened automatically, and Gu Yanzhi took out an old-style optical computer from inside.
Shining Star N3.
Seven years ago, it became popular all over the Federation and was known as the "King of Cost-effectiveness".
It was discontinued a year later and replaced by the N5 of the same series. After that, there are N7, N9, T11... Nowadays, even in second-hand optical brain stores, it is difficult to see such an outdated optical brain.
Gu Yanzhi pressed the power button.
A minute later, the optical brain vibrated.
Even if the number of booting and charging is reduced, and the dust is regularly sent to Xingyao to clean up, Gu Yanzhi can't prevent the aging of the internal circuits of the optical brain.
Caton's optical brain boot speed is quite slow. After a vibration, it went through a long wait on the white screen before jumping out of the boot screen.
Power on, screen lock.
Gu Yanzhi entered the password, and the optical brain was unlocked with a "click", and the messages received in the past week jumped out of the notification bar frantically.
Gu Yanzhi lowered his eyes and deleted spam text messages one after another. When he deleted the missed call reminder, his fingertips paused, as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Twenty-eight missed calls.
All from the same unknown number.
Gu Yanzhi quickly clicked on one of them, ready to call back, and the system's own interception reminder popped up on the screen:
Harassment and fraud, has been blocked by 77821 people. Do you want to call back
Gu Yanzhi calmed down, clicked "Cancel", and blocked the number. There were pattering footsteps at the door, Gu Yanzhi turned off the power button, put the optical brain into the safe, and closed the cabinet door behind his back.
The study door was knocked twice, Gu Yanzhi said: "Come in."
Bozai pushed open the door of the study, and poked out a chubby face from behind the door: "Dad, are you busy?"
"Not here." Gu Yanzhi waved to Bo Zai, and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Holding the picture book for children, Bozai rushed into his arms like a small cannonball, pointed to the contents of the picture book and asked him: "Dad, Dad, the book says that there is an invisible magical bond between parents and children. A bond never breaks no matter how far away. Is it true?"
Children's picture books often talk about family-related content.
Gu Yanzhi looked at the pictures in the picture book and replied, "It's true."
According to the illustration, he drew a line between himself and Xiaopangdun: "Here is the bond between Bozai and Dad."
"Is there such a bond between Bozai and mother?"
Gu Yanzhi paused, and said in a low voice, "Of course."
Bo Zai's small ears trembled.
He noticed that Dad seemed a little depressed.
The little chubby touched Gu Yanzhi's face, and asked with concern: "Father, are you unhappy?"
"I'm not unhappy." Gu Yanzhi picked up his milky son, adjusted his mood, and stopped talking about this topic, "Dad will take you to take a bath, and go to bed later to look at mom's photos."
Because he can see his mother's photo before going to bed, the little chubby cub is very good in the bath today.
When you raise your arm, you raise the chubby arm, and when you raise your leg, you raise your short leg.
After taking a shower, she sat on the bed in pajamas with a little milk dragon printed on it. When Gu Yanzhi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he had already turned on the light screen by himself.
Seeing Gu Yanzhi, the chubby guy kept urging: "Father, hurry up! Come on!"
Gu Yanzhi sat on the bed, connected to the optical brain, took the control panel from Xiaopangdun's hand and clicked a few times, and the first photo was displayed on the optical screen.
It is a distant view.
The time is night, and the background is under street lights.
Gu Yanzhi still remembered that day, Xie Yishu was waiting for him downstairs in his dormitory, and said that he had something important to tell him.
The little fat pier had to press the button with a "snap".
The first photo disappears and is replaced by the second.
The blurred side face in the sun is located in Nanxi's self-study classroom.
Gu Yanzhi still remembers that day...
"Snapped-"
The back of the head sleeping on the table.
"Snapped-"
A point in the crowd, no face clearly visible.
"Snapped-"
Another blurred profile.
"Crack-" "Crack-" "Crack-"
Bozai was tired from pressing it.
He rubbed Xiaofat's paws, a little confused: "Dad, why can't you see mom's face clearly in these photos?"
This was the first time the little fat cub asked such a question.
Gu Yanzhi thought for a while and explained: "Some are because of the angle, and some are because of the capture, pixels, light..."
Not to mention the camera technology.
Pixels and light are too esoteric for a five-year-old chubby boy, so Bozai let out an "oh" and continued to cut photos.
He had to find the photo where his mother's face could be clearly seen, so that he could confirm whether Mr. Xie was his mother. He was impatient, and his speed was very fast, and the chubby hand kept pressing.
Gu Yanzhi noticed something was wrong with Xiaopangdun: "Bozai, what are you looking for?"
"Looking for..." Bo Zai paused, looking at the ID photo that appeared on the light screen, and opened his eyes wide.
This is the photo!
This photo is exactly the same as the photo on Mr. Xie's work card.
Teacher Xie is his mother!
But why doesn't mom know him
Bo Zai looked at the photo, his little head was in a mess, and after a while, he thought of a possibility.
"Father." Bo Zai asked weakly, "A kid who wants to sneak out of the kindergarten, isn't he very good?"