"You are not safe to get home yet, I can't sleep."
Wu Nian smiled with a smile, "When I go back, I will sing a lullaby for you!"
Wu Yimo pouted his little mouth, "Mom, I've grown up and don't need a lullaby."
"Okay, then you try to sleep first. When I go back, you are not asleep yet. Let's sleep together."
"Okay, then you need to be safe when driving."
"good."
After a few seconds, the little guy didn't hang up the phone. The fifth nun couldn't help but ask, "Yi Mo, what's wrong with you?" The only thing she could think of was that the little guy was not adapted to the new environment. "Do you don't like the current kindergarten?"
"No Xuanqi here, no dad."
Wu Nian almost choked by his saliva. Thinking of Song Molan behind him, his face turned a little red inexplicably.
Song Molan thought to herself, what Dad should say about Chen'er.
"Mom." The little guy seemed to feel a little nervous.
"What?"
“Can’t we really live with our dad?”
Wu Nian coughed a few times. Yimo rarely had such depressed times. Most of the time she suffered grievances in kindergarten. So at this time she didn't care about Song Molan behind her and tried to make her voice softer, "Yimo, did you encounter something?"
When Wu Yi heard his mother's question, he immediately choked up. He slowed down on the other end of the phone for a long time before speaking, "Mom, I'm fine."
Perhaps the sound effect is very good, and even Song Molan can hear the sadness of the child. Even if he doesn't see the child opposite, he will feel distressed because of his obedience and sensibility. A child who is only four or five years old cannot control his emotions like an adult and hide his sadness. However, he will still say that I am fine at critical moments. Such a child is inexplicably mature and heartbreaking.
Even she wanted to see what this child looked like and to let her son maintain it in every way.
Wu Nian thought about it and asked, "Are you unhappy with the kindergarten children?"
Wu Yimo was silent for a moment, wondering what his little head was thinking, "Mom, is it because my father's family doesn't accept my existence?"
The little guy's mood was extremely depressed, almost hurting Song Molan's heart.
The fifth narrator frowned, "Nonsense, we Yimo is so cute, whoever will like you when we see you."
"I am your son, of course you will say that. If it is really because of me, my mother will make it clear to my father's family that I am not my mother's biological child." Wu Yimo sat on the bed and continued dejectedly, "Will the father come back? I have a father? Then the kindergarten children will not stop playing with me."
Wu Nian held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "Yi Mo, you heard from your mother that the children don't play with you is not because you don't have a father, but because they are not familiar with each other. We Yi Mo apologize and be friendly. Sooner or later, they will like Yi Mo and be sincerely willing to be friends with you."
A soft light flashed in Song Molan's eyes. The fifth thought did not teach the children not to get close to those children. Instead, he told him that as long as you are humble and friendly, the children will fall in love sooner or later.
This made her very appreciative. After all, a child’s mind is the simplest, and he will listen to whatever you teach.
Parents are the best role models for their children, and her tutoring is very satisfying.
Wu Yimo pursed her lips, "Well, mom, I understand. Don't talk about this to Yiluo's mother."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid she will cry after hearing this."
"Little devil, are you worried that she will be sad if she knows it, don't you worry that I will be sad?" The fifth thought was so sore that he was about to die of soreness. He was definitely jealous of his son.
"No, I will be sad if you are sad, but Yi Luo's mother's other half doesn't even have a shadow, but you are different, you have a father!"
"I can't argue with you all theories."
"Mom, please concentrate on driving, I'll go to bed first."
"Okay." The two hung up the phone. The fifth thought did not explain. Song Molan did not ask too much, but quietly wrote down Yimo's name.
The atmosphere returned to calmness until she was sent back to the military compound and watched her walk into the heavily guarded courtyard before she drove away.
When he got home, Yiluo lay on the table and buried in a pile of bills. Perhaps because the new work was too heavy, he took the work home and did it. Halfway through the work, he fell asleep on the table. His quiet and pure sleeping face covered his little face. The fifth nun was already a little regretful. Because of his own affairs, he gave up everything in City A and let the mother and son come here to adapt to the new environment.
She took out the unfinished accounts from a pair of accounts, glanced at the fifth thought, turned off the sound effects of the computer, and then started to calculate the accounts.
After completing the calculations in about an hour, he took out a blanket from the sand and gently draped it on Fang Yiluo's thin shoulders.
Wu Nian angrily pissed off, then went to Yimo's room. The little guy fell asleep with suspicious tears hanging on the corners of his eyes. He knew that those little guys were just children, but he was still angry. Is it so easy to bully a child without a father?
She could deeply understand how sad she was when she had been sensible, she was not as good as a father. Even though her father was still there, she was called a wild child. Every time she had a parent-teacher meeting, the person who went to Aunt Huo, and her father was always the one who was absent.
In the past, she had dissatisfaction and unwillingness, but how could she hate a father who loved his mother deeply? It was indeed because of her arrival that his father lost his beloved mother.
Thinking of all the past, the fifth thought was very helpless.
She comforted herself countless times, not that her father didn't love her, but that he didn't know how to love her.
It doesn't matter, she believes that Dad will understand one day.
Wu Nian stroked his son's sleeping face, full of guilt and self-blame. "Yi Mo, maybe it's because my mother was wrong, so she shouldn't make things difficult for you and Yiluo."
She didn't sleep all night and couldn't sleep. She didn't know how to talk about her, and she didn't know how to face Min Yuchen.
In the morning, I got up with a panda-eyed look. When I went downstairs, I saw Yiluo sleeping on the table. Then I started to take out the ingredients and add two more servings to the breakfast of Yiluo and Yimo.
Perhaps because he smelled the fragrance of rice, Fang Yiluo rubbed his eyes and looked at the account books on the table. He was immediately scared and lost his mind, "It's over, my account...why, why have you finished it?"
Wu Nian angrily pissed off, "I'll finish the rest of the account for you. Please see if there is anything wrong."
"You finished it for me?"
"Well, I saw that you were so tired, so I didn't call you."
Fang Yiluo breathed a sigh of relief, like a balloon that was deflated, and suddenly collapsed on the chair. "I've been so busy with these books these days. I'm also asking you to make the accounts. In short, it's great. I can finally submit the work today."
"You'd better take a look. If your leader conducts a temporary random inspection and asks you to tell me that I'm afraid you will be exposed."
"Well, thank you. Why did you get up so early today?"
"Well, I'm going to see a patient later, so I got up early. I got the noodles and wait for you and Yimo to have something to eat. I'll leave first."
"Okay, be careful on the road later."
Chapter completed!