Just like what Meng Jijing and Shi Yu said, the child was so small that he didn't know how to live and didn't cry. When he entered his house, he felt like he was at home.
At this time, the little body was sitting upright, holding a big spoon and eating breakfast.
Hearing the footsteps, he slowly raised his head.
The first person to make the move was Meng Huaikuan. At the age of four, he was very agile in climbing up and down. He jumped off the chair and rushed towards Shi Yu. He threw himself into his arms and called out to his uncle.
Shi Yu picked him up and asked him what he was eating. He said porridge, and asked his uncle if he wanted to drink it. When he got the answer in the affirmative, he detailed what other delicious food was on the table. The uncle and nephew talked about it. We chatted about where we had been and what we had done these days, and we had questions and answers.
Mo Mo's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Shi Yu. He had a swollen cheek propped up on his chubby little face. While staring at the big and small people talking and laughing, he chewed and swallowed slowly. of porridge, he opened his mouth obviously tentatively and somewhat uncontrollably, and called towards Shi Yu: "Dad."
Shi Yu didn't expect this, and was obviously stunned for a moment. The little man in his arms clamped his waist with his legs, hugged his neck tightly, and whispered in his ear: "Dad said, he is uncle's son."
Shi Yu held up Huai Kuan with his arm and whispered, "Really?"
"Yes." Huaikuan nodded firmly, "My nickname is So, his name is Mo Mo, and he is my younger brother."
Shi Mo didn't know what the two people were talking about. He only saw them whispering and no one paid attention to him except Shi Yu who glanced at him when he called him daddy.
Other people's dads are not like this.
Then when the elder brother calls daddy, his dad will respond, smile at him, and lift him up high to make him laugh.
Then every time my brother's father does this, he will pick him up and lift him up high. He will also smile at him and call him Mo Mo, but that is someone else's father, not his.
Shi Mo has never met his father, but he has seen photos. His mother will point to the photos and tell him he is his father. She also says she will go see his father when he grows up.
His mother never told him that he would see her today, but he recognized her at a glance. It was his father.
But his father was not like other people's fathers, nor was he like his mother who was very happy when she saw him. She held him and talked endlessly and laughed non-stop.
His father hugged his brother, and the two of them talked endlessly and laughed non-stop.
Mo Mo lowered his head and used a spoon to scoop up the porridge in front of him, then took a small mouthful and then another small mouthful.
The chair opposite gently opened and Shi Yu sat on it.
Mo Mo couldn't help but look up, quietly looking with his eyes, and found that the person opposite was also looking at him. He held the spoon in his mouth without moving, slowly raised his round face, bent his eyes and smiled.
Shi Yu frowned. When he got closer, he did look like him, but he still felt that the child in front of him looked more like Tang Xin, especially when he looked at people, he smiled for you, but had other things in his heart. Like a little fox.
Meng Jijing, who was sitting next to him, picked up a steaming bun and put it on a plate in front of his son. Huaikuan pinched it with his hand and took a bite.
Shi Mo stared at it intently and asked, "Brother, is it delicious?"
The adults were silent, knowing exactly what the child meant. They meant it for Shi Yu, and they wanted Shi Yu to give him one too.
No adult made any move.
How can a child understand? Huaikuan said it was delicious, raised the bun in his hand in front of him, almost touched his face, and said encouragingly: "Try it."
Shi Mo frowned, looked at the bitten bun again and again, and took a bite. For the first time, he didn't finish chewing it before swallowing it and said, "It's delicious."
Then he looked back at his porridge bowl and silently ate the buns in his mouth.
That expression was very similar to the way Shi Yu frowned just now. He was a little helpless and had to accept the helplessness of reality.
