Little Su Yi didn't become talkative after she grew up.

Mother Su often looked at her quiet and indifferent grandson and worried: "Why is his moral character exactly the same as his father's? Don't all children like to make noises? He is so gibberish. What should I do if my grandson is depressed?"

Little Su Yi was held on grandma's lap. Mother Su reached out and hooked the child's chin to tease him: "Come on, baby, give grandma a smile?"

Little Su Yi turned a deaf ear and slipped into her grandma's arms with her short legs.

Mother Su: "..."

Not only does he not like to talk, he also doesn’t like to play with others.

He is not as cheerful as other children, and often stays in his own corner, playing with his own things.

One weekend, Yi Yan went out for something.

Since little Su Yi had a child at home with no one to look after her, Su An only did her work at home that day.

Little Su Yi is a child who is not difficult to take care of, but his family will try not to let him be alone at home, and they will give him enough company when he is busy at work.

Even if the child doesn't like to talk.

Su An prepared dinner at noon, and little Su Yi was carried onto the dining chair by her father.

Little Su Yi sat obediently in the dining chair and waited for her father to come to the kitchen to get food.

Children are curious about everything and reach out to grab the napkin in front of them.

He recognizes this thing, his mother always wears it for him when eating.

He doesn't know how to tie it himself.

When Su An returned to the table, he saw his son holding a napkin in one small hand, looking up at him seriously: "Dad."

Su An lowered his head.

"Dad, I don't know how, help me tie it."

The child, who is almost four years old, cannot speak fluently.

The napkin in Xiao Su Yi's hand was taken away by his father, who helped him tie the napkin.

Su An pulled out the chair next to him and sat down.

Little Su Yi's meal today was fed by her father.

Little Su Yi went to kindergarten when she was more than four years old.

In the morning, Su Anyi and Yan would send their children to school together, and in the afternoon they would pick up their sons and take them home together.

Yi Yan usually spends weekends at home with her children.

That day was just after a heavy snowfall, the sky and the earth were white, and little Su Yi was lying next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the roads emerging from the white snow under the high-rise buildings, the traffic flow is slow.

Yi Yan happened to come out of the bedroom and looked at his son's back glued to the window.

Yi Yan walked over and sat down next to him, looking down along his line of sight.

Little Su Yi turned her head to look at her mother: "Mom."

"Huh?" Yi Yan touched his head.

Xiao Su Yi: "I want to go out."

Yi Yan asked: "What do you want to go out for?"

When her mother asked this question, little Su Yi's little face wrinkled slightly, with a serious expression and a childish appearance.

After a long while, he said very sincerely: "Mom, I want to play."

Yi Yan smiled and said, "But it's very cold outside."

Little Su Yi has always been very good. He won't do anything his parents don't let him do.

Mom said it's cold outside, which means you can't go out.

Xiao Su Yi turned back and looked out the window, without saying anything about going out.

Next to him, Yi Yan looked at little Su Yi and suddenly felt a little distressed.

Such little Su Yi reminded Yi Yan of Su An.

Little Su Yi's personality is very similar to that of his father. He is sensible and doesn't like to talk much, but at a young age he knows not to make his mother angry.

Yi Yan reached out and hugged little Su Yi into his arms.

"Can mommy take you to play?"

Little Su Yi's eyes brightened obviously and she looked at her mother.

Yi Yan was amused by his cute appearance and stretched out her hand to scratch his nose: "Let's go, mommy will take you to play."

Yi Yan didn't drive and took a taxi with Xiao Su Yi.

Little Su Yi was held in her mother's arms, wearing a black down jacket and a gray knitted hat.

Yi Yan is wearing a white down jacket and a gray knitted hat.

It was freezing outside and the car was driving aimlessly.

Finally, the car stopped in front of the No. 1 Lieutenant Colonel.

Yi Yan took little Su Yi out of the car and said, "Shall we go see dad's school?"

Xiao Su Yi hugged her mother's neck and nodded: "Okay."

Yi Yan put down Xiao Su Yi.

Little Su Yi stretched out her hand: "Mom, hold on."

Yi Yan smiled. Little Su Yi didn't like to talk, but sometimes he was like a warm little sunshine to his parents.

She held her son's hand.

One kid and one kid walked towards the school gate.

The security guard at the school gate let them in. A layer of snow fell on the roof of the teaching building, but the students were still in class.

Little Su Yi didn't like to go to crowded and lively places, so she led her mother to the back of the campus.

It happened that the place where little Su Yi led Yi Yan was the place where Yi Yan always squatted and waited for Su An during those high school years.

The snow boots squeaked on the snow, leaving big and small footprints.

When she passed the tree where Yi Yan had carved the words, she knelt down, hugged little Su Yi into her arms from behind, and then pointed at the words on the tree trunk.

"Baby, can you recognize the words above?"

Little Su Yi is still in kindergarten and cannot recognize all the characters.

After staring for a long time, he poked the tree trunk with his little index finger: "You, me."

He also recognized his parents’ names. He pointed his little index finger at his father’s name: “Su, An.”

The voice is soft and waxy.

Yi Yan raised the corners of his mouth.

On the tree trunk is a sentence she carved for Su An.

——Su An, why do you always dislike me?

Yi Yan touched little Su Yi's head: "It's great."

After saying that, he put down Xiao Su Yi and said, "Let's go play."

…

There was a long stone bench next to it. Yi Yan sat next to it and watched little Su Yi play.

I don’t know how long it took, but little Su Yi, who had run behind a tree, suddenly stuck out his head and said, “Mom.”

A cute and handsome little face under a gray knitted hat.

"Huh?" Yi Yan tilted his head and looked at his son.

Xiao Su Yi clasped her fingers, counted carefully, and said slowly: "I recognized another word."

"What?"

Yi Yan stood up and walked towards his son.

After walking around the tree, little Su Yi looked up at her mother, then turned back to the tree.

The words on the tree trunk reached about the top of Xiao Su Yi's head. He poked the tree trunk: "Return."

The teacher said, two mouths is a reply.

When he saw the words carved on the tree, Yi Yan's expression was blank for a moment.

The words on the tree trunk are clearly Su An's handwriting.

The expression on her face gradually turned to shock.
To be continued...