Seeing his aggrieved appearance, Qi Feng felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by something, making him feel sore and uncomfortable.
After a while, he smiled slightly, with a pair of clear and deep eyes like the waxy moon, and rubbed his head: "How could it be? No matter what happens, you are my and your daddy's treasure."
This time, he didn't say "uncle" but "daddy", which satisfied Xiaobao's wishes.
Xiaobao liked Uncle Feng's smile at him very much, which made him feel warm, but he still felt strange and suddenly felt insecure, and asked cautiously: "Then when Mommy and I play until dark, how about you?"
You will come to take me home, right?"
"certainly."
Only then did Xiaobao smile.
Qi Feng's heart ached when he looked at his cute little appearance.
I don’t know when I will see Xiaobao next time.
Perhaps, Xiaobao is already eighteen years old and is not the little glutinous rice dumpling he is now, nor does he need him as much as he does now.
Or maybe, there will never be a chance to see him again.
He could suddenly understand his loneliness at noon.
Perhaps, his thoughts at that time were the same as now.
However, neither he nor his husband could say goodbye to Xiaobao properly.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hands to hold Xiaobao in his arms, smelling the faint milky scent of him, which was like a lump in his throat, making it difficult to breathe.
"Xiaobao."
Xiaobao hugged him back: "Huh?"
"You need to..." You need to remember your uncle and me...
This sentence came to my lips, but I could never say it out. Instead, I said: "Be good and go ahead."
Xiaobao nodded: "Okay!"
Then he walked out in a hurry.
When he walked to the door, he stopped again, looked back at him, and sweetly shouted: "Uncle Feng!"
Qi Feng looked at him, with his small body and carrying a big schoolbag, like a little adult, and his heart was extremely moved.
Xiaobao said again: "Remember to pick me up."
Qi Feng waved his hand: "Go ahead, don't keep mommy and your little daddy waiting."
Xiaobao nodded: "Yeah!"
Then he stepped out of the room and closed the door.
Qi Feng looked out the window again.
In less than two minutes, I saw Xiaobao walking out.
Xiaobao felt Uncle Feng looking at him upstairs, raised his head, waved to him again, and then trotted happily into his mother's arms.
Gu Beisheng waited and waited, and finally saw Xiaobao walking this way carrying a big schoolbag.
Xiaobao also saw her.
When their eyes met, Xiaobao suddenly no longer felt the weight of his schoolbag. He ran all the way and shouted excitedly: "Mommy!"
This call "Mommy" made Gu Beisheng's heart melt.
She opened her arms and strode towards Xiaobao.
Xiaobao ran into her arms with his schoolbag and buried his head in her arms: "Mommy, I am Xiaobao~"
Gu Beisheng felt Xiaobao's body temperature, a soft ball, and couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead deeply.
Sure enough, her feeling was correct.
He is her and Xizhou's child.
Xiaobao closed his eyes and smiled sweetly. At this moment, he felt so happy.
Finally I can see the real mommy, not in the photos.
I can finally hold my mommy.
Mommy smells delicious.
Mommy’s voice is also nice.
"Mommy~"
"Mommy is here!" Gu Beisheng said, his voice choked with sobs.
Fu Xizhou also came over and held the mother and son in his arms. For a moment, the corners of his eyes felt a little sour.
Xiaobao opened his eyes, looked at Fu Xizhou, hesitated for a second, and shouted: "Little daddy!"
Fu Xizhou was slightly startled.
He didn't understand why the word "小" was added before "Daddy".
Gu Beisheng was also a little confused and asked gently: "Xiaobao, why do you call me little daddy?"