There are mom and dad, he and sweetheart sister.

They lived together, watching TV and having supper, chatting, laughing from time to time.

The orange and yellow lights in the living room were turned down, and everyone's eyes were bright, looking so gentle, and the warm atmosphere was about to overflow.

However, the happier they are, the sadder they are.

Because even in a dream, he knew that this was not his home.

His happiness was just illusory, and no smile really belonged to him.

Xiao Xingchen cried in aggrievedly in his dream.

When Bo Qingyun sat by the bed, she happened to see tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

He was stunned. He rarely saw his son crying. Xiao Xingchen's personality followed him and was more mature and sensible than his peers. But at this moment, his tears fell one after another, as if he had suffered a huge grievance.

Bo Qingyun's heart seemed to be grabbed, and she rubbed his cheek with heartache, and her voice was very light: "Xingchen?"

He called twice.

Little Star was woken up in her sleep.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Bo Qingyun. I knew that what I just saw was a dream, but I still couldn't stop being disappointed.

Xiao Xingchen said with tears in his eyes: "Dad, why don't I have a mother?"

His voice was already hoarse and choked.

Bo Qingyun frowned and then held back the heartache: "Has anyone told you something?"

Xiao Xingchen cried even harder, and his tears fell like beads with broken threads: "Why don't I have a mother, why don't I have a mother?"

He has never cried so fiercely since he was born.

Bo Qingyun held the person in his arms, and tears quickly wet a lot.

He was a powerful man in the business world and was helpless in the face of his crying son who was heartbroken.

He patted Xiao Xingchen's back one after another: "You have it, Xingchen also has a mother."

"Where is she?" Xiao Xingchen raised his head from his arms, his eyes flushed red.

Bo Qingyun's face was unprecedentedly complicated.

He has never deliberately conveyed the concept of mother to Xiao Xingchen, but maternal love is too great, and it is the greatest emotion derived from blood ties.

Even though Xiao Xingchen had never seen him, he still had a luxury and longed for him.

But that woman, from the moment she gave birth to Xiao Xingchen, was destined to be his mother.

The outline of Bo Qingyun is tight, and her thin lips are pursed into a straight line.

He suddenly said, "Would you please take you out for a few days?"

"Is there a mother there?" Xiao Xingchen cried for a long time, calming down a little at this moment.

He still looked at him with expectations, but he already knew that the answer was impossible.

Bo Qingyun gently wiped away his tears, and the corners of his lips gently hooked: "There are many other things, you need to see more, and you will see many people in the future, and you need to know more. By then, maybe your mother will no longer be so important in your heart."

Xiao Xingchen wanted to say that it was not. He would meet many people, but no one could compare to his mother.

But after calming down, he could already see the guilt and helplessness in Bo Qingyun's eyes.

Mom is no longer in this world. Dad is very strong, but he can't find his mother back.

He only has his father, so he can't let his father be sad for him.

So Xiao Xingchen rubbed his eyes, returned to his usual appearance, and nodded obediently: "Okay, where are we going?"

"I will make arrangements. You go to bed first, and you will know when you arrive." Bo Qingyun patted his thin back.

Xiao Xingchen was tired of crying and fell asleep within a short while.
Chapter completed!