His face, as delicate as a porcelain doll, had no joy at all, and was even cold and cruel.
At this moment, Xiaozhou looked as if he was shutting himself in another parallel world and unwilling to communicate with anyone.
Including his father.
Therefore, he never knows what Xiaozhou is thinking.
It was also because his father had too little company and care, so Xiaozhou was never willing to open his heart to him.
However, in front of outsiders, he is so smart.
He even had a name for himself.
He walked to Xiaozhou and called him: "Xingchen."
This is the name on Xiaozhou's household registration book.
Xiaozhou didn't respond to him, as if he was lost in thought.
In other words, he never regarded this name as his own.
Fu Xizhou's voice rose a bit: "Fu Xingchen."
There was still no reaction, his pupils were extremely clear, and he was staring ahead seriously.
He tried to call him again: "Fu Xingchen."
Xiaozhou finally responded, looked at him, and corrected: "Dad, my name is Fu Xiaozhou, not Fu Xingchen."
Fu Xizhou frowned, looking helpless.
At that time, he chose this name because he hoped that Xiaozhou's world would have stars and seas. However, he seemed to have never regarded this name as his own.
"Xiaozhou."
Xiaozhou blinked his eyes and looked at him for a moment. Although his delicate facial features had not yet opened, he could imagine that when he grew up, he would be a handsome boy.
However, Xiaozhou looks nothing like him.
He sometimes thinks that maybe Xiaozhou looks like his mother.
He once tried to use Xiaozhou's appearance to find a woman who looked somewhat similar, but found nothing.
"Do you have anything to say to Dad?"
Xiaozhou frowned and looked at him with confusion and confusion: "When did I say I had something to tell you?"
Fu Xizhou: "..."
Xiaozhou asked back: "Dad, do you have something to tell me?"
Fu Xizhou asked: "Don't you like the name Fu Xingchen?"
Xiaozhou nodded, looking disgusted, looked him up and down, looked away, and gave the reason: "There are too many people calling him Xingchen, more than real stars."
Fu Xizhou: "..."
He almost got caught in it.
But he understood what he meant.
After Fu Xizhou was silent for a few seconds, he remembered that since he was a child, he seemed to have never asked for his opinion. His thin lips moved and his voice became much gentler: "What name do you want to be called? Dad will change it for you."
Xiaozhou didn't even hesitate: "Just call me Xiaozhou."
Fu Xizhou narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "When you grow up, will you also have the same name?"
Xiaozhou tilted his head and thought for a while, then looked into his eyes and said seriously: "I want mommy to name me."
I feel like my father is not very educated.
Fu Xizhou was stunned. If it weren't for his quiet and calm eyes, he would have thought he heard wrong.
"Xiaozhou, dad once told you that your mother..."
"You can't find Mummy because you have no future. Just because you can't find Mummy, you can't say Mummy is dead." Xiaozhou frowned and interrupted him dissatisfied.
His tender and soft voice was filled with deep complaints, and there was a hint of mist in his eyes.
Just as Fu Xizhou was about to hold his hand, his hand froze in mid-air, and his breathing suddenly tightened: "Who told you?"