"What can't be done?" Shen Jiayao wanted to laugh, but when he looked at his son's extraordinarily deep and silent phoenix eyes, his mind suddenly moved.
A bold idea came to my mind.
Once this kind of thought comes up, it can't be suppressed no matter what.
Even though he reminded himself thousands of times in his heart: Nian Xi is only six years old, only six years old.
Shen Jiayao was anxious and stood in front of the window and walked around.
Shen Nianxi held his chin with his two chubby hands and sighed as if: "Dad, you really have something on your mind. Please tell me. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I'm very strict with my mouth."
Shen Jiayao lowered his eyes and looked at him without saying anything.
Shen Nianxi did not rush and continued to hold his chin. He was a very patient child.
Finally, Shen Jiayao stopped when he turned to lap 79, and then squatted in front of Shen Nianxi with a serious expression: "Nianxi, I want to tell you a secret. Only you and I know this secret, and you must not tell it to a third person."
What a big secret!
Shen Nianxi held his little fist and nodded carefully: "Don't worry, Dad."
Shen Jiayao glanced at his son and spoke solemnly, as if communicating with his son on an equal footing: "Nian Xi, actually, Sister Xixin is your mother."
Shen Nianxi's small face suddenly turned pale, and her small chest heaved violently, as if she could not control the majestic emotions in her body.
But at a young age, he has the air of a general. He only gets excited for a while and then calms down.
He looked up at Shen Jiayao: "Dad, are you lying to me?"
"No." Shen Jiayao shook his head and sighed: "Your sister Xixin is indeed your mother, but your mother was sick and injured her head, so she lost her memory."
"Head, do you know?" Shen Jiayao nodded his son's round little head.
Shen Nianxi hated his father's imprudence, raised his head to avoid it, and scolded: "Dad, you are talking about serious things, please be serious."
"Okay." Shen Jiayao pinched his fingers and felt an unspeakable emotion in his heart.
It turns out that when children grow up, they really won’t continue to call them daddy, but daddy.
Dad, Dad, are two words that are obviously similar, but they are two completely different emotions, and they also represent different stages of a child's growth.
Of course Shen Nianxi knew what the head represented, and he knew more than Shen Jiayao imagined.
He has read the book "What's in the Head" and has also played with human organ toys. He knows that the brain is very precious and fragile. It is an important organ of the human body. There are many neurons in it, which control the human body's consciousness and spirit. Language, learning, memory and intelligence.
"So, did Sister Xixin forget about me because she lost her memory?" Shen Nianxi squeezed her chubby hand and endured the grievance in her heart.
"Yes, yes." Shen Jiayao nodded, "Your mother is sick and has lost her memory, so she forgot about us."
Shen Nianxi didn't understand: "Then since mom has lost her memory, dad, why didn't you tell mom?"
Shen Jiayao: "..."
It's over. You can't ask any more questions. The more you talk, the more mistakes you make.
Shen Jiayao forcibly changed the topic: "So, Sister Xixin is sick now. If you don't know it's your mother, you can't tell Sister Xixin the truth. This will irritate her. When she recovers, she will naturally Thinking of you."
Hearing this, Shen Nianxi's little face tensed up, as if he was thinking about some century-old problem.
Shen Jiayao did not dare to say more. After all, his son was too young and he had to give him time to digest it slowly.