There was a small bed by the window of the hall, and a little man was lying on it, trying to move his chubby little arms and legs, as if he wanted to turn over and sit up. However, it was easier said than done, as his clothes were too thick, and he always failed by a little bit. As he moved, a string of small golden bells tied around his ankles made a clear and pleasant tinkling sound.
Perhaps because he was holding his strength, a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his little nose. He no longer paid attention to the maids who were surrounding him and just trying to make him laugh. He held his breath and exerted all his strength, and finally, he successfully turned over.
He chuckled with delight, and laid on his belly. He tried to lift his head and continued to kick his little legs. Soon he would be able to sit up. A maid was afraid that he was straining himself, so she reached out and turned him over. He lay back on his back again.
He finally couldn't help it, got angry, pursed his lips, and cried out loudly in grievance.
"Oh! The young man is crying! What's the matter?"
The maids were not like Zhu'er who followed him into the palace. They rarely saw the young master, but today they all gathered around him. Unexpectedly, the young master suddenly started crying and they were at a loss. They were about to call He when they heard footsteps behind them. The maids turned around and saw that it was the master who had come. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes. They bowed their heads and made way for him.
Pei Xiaoyuan rushed to Xiaowei's bed, put his hands on the bed rails, leaned over and looked down. The moment the child's appearance jumped into his eyes, his heart was like being gently struck by a trembling bowstring.
He stared at the crying child with his eyes closed for a moment, then cautiously reached out his hand and gently stroked the child's face, which was so tender that even fine hairs could be seen in the sunlight by the window.
The moment his palm passed by, he paused, and quickly withdrew his hand, fearing that his calloused palm would scratch the child's tender skin.
Unexpectedly, the crying little tiger stopped.
It was the first time for him to experience such a rough, warm and dry touch. He sobbed and opened his tearful eyes, looking curiously at the stranger leaning over his head.
Just like his mother's nickname for him, he was not only big and strong, but also had strong hands and was very brave. He was not afraid of the stranger who suddenly appeared from nowhere. After looking at this person for a while, he forgot to cry. Maybe it was because of the innate blood connection, or maybe he just liked this person. He giggled again, waved his two little hands at him, and kicked his legs again and again.
Pei Xiaoyuan stared at the boy's round eyes with long eyelashes. Because there were tears in his eyes, his two black grape-like pupils looked even brighter, like shining black gems.
These eyes enabled him to find her shadow immediately.
This was not a dream, it was real. The child smiling at him was the child he and she had together.
His heart softened instantly. Without any hesitation, he reached out and picked up his son from the bed. Then, he lifted him up high above his head.
At first, Xiao Huer trembled in surprise in his father's hands, and then he seemed to feel the fun and laughed even louder.