The winter night is very cold, and snowflakes are falling outside the window again. Pieces of ice-cold snowflakes fall on the windowsill.
Lu Man was no longer sleepy. Beside him, his son had already slept like a little pig, snoring evenly and occasionally smacking his red mouth.
She patted her son gently with one hand, looked at the snowflakes outside the window, and recalled the conversation with her son just now in her mind.
"Mommy, that uncle is a good man," Lu Huai'en hugged Lu Man's slender waist as usual and whispered.
Lu Man was a little funny. How could he tell who was a good guy and who was a bad guy at such a young age?
"How do you know Uncle Dong is a good person?" she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked with a smile.
"I knew it." Lu Huaien lifted his body from the quilt, looked at Lu Man with bright eyes and said, "I can feel it."
"Hey, do you know what feeling is?" Lu Man teased him and stretched out his hand to scratch his creaking hole, causing Lu Huaien to giggle wildly.
Afraid that he would catch cold, Lu Man had no choice but to stop what he was doing and press him into the quilt again, his eyes smiling.
"Zhutou's mother is not a good person. I don't like her." Lu Huaien lay obediently on the bed, hugged her waist again and said, "I like uncle."
Pig head?
Lu Man was a little stunned, and then she remembered that what he said was Mrs. Zhu. He called the fat boy Zhu Yejun a pig head.
"Why?" But it was just the first time that he met Dong Jin, and he already liked Dong Jin so much? He kept asking about Dong Jin while taking a shower.
"Because uncle also likes me" Lu Huaien yawned and answered naturally.
Lu Man laughed silently. The world of children is very simple. If you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. He also likes those who like him.
Children are really much happier than adults
Lu Man didn't speak for a long time, and neither did Lu Huaien. Until she thought Lu Huaien was asleep, he suddenly said again: "Mommy, can I let my uncle be my father?"
Lu Man's hand that patted his back froze, and she looked at her son's half-closed eyes and asked with difficulty: "Well, do you miss daddy?"
Lu Huaien's squinted eyes opened a little, but soon they closed again, and he said: "I don't want to, but every child in the kindergarten has a father. Mommy, I also want to have a father."
Lu Man's heart tightened and her throat felt a little itchy. She endured the soreness and asked, "But isn't having a mommy enough?"
"Mommy is mommy." Lu Huaien yawned again and muttered: "Dad is daddy. It would be better if both of them were there."
"Uncle Dong is very good. It would be great if he could be my father."
Lu Man looked down at him. He had completely closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore. Soon, he snored evenly.
Dad, this term is engraved in my son’s heart.
It turns out that even if I give him all kinds of love, I can't replace the word dad. In the hearts of children, they always want to have a father and a mother. Maybe they think in their hearts that only in this way can they be a family.
Lu Man looked at the falling snow outside the window, feeling a little sad. Her father, her father, was long gone. As for her son, was she really so cruel that he would never have a father?
Lu Man sighed, stretched out her hand to turn off the light, looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window, and fell asleep in a daze.
On the other side of the city, the person the mother and son were talking about was also a little confused.
Jin Chengjun was sitting on the small stage, with a bottle of whiskey and a wine glass filled with turbid yellow wine in front of him. He was stroking the rim of the glass with one hand, his eyes closed, and the memory of meeting Dong Jin in Chaoyang tonight flashed through his mind.
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Who is the person in his arms?
Why does it give me a familiar feeling? Why does Dong Jin's eyes flash with a trace of nervousness and vigilance?
it's wired!
Jin Chengjun's mind kept spinning. The woman had a pair of white and slender calves, a thin figure, and black hair. She was buried in Dong Jin's arms and only the top of her hair was exposed, like a kitten hiding under the quilt.
Huh? Cat?
Jin Chengjun opened his eyes and looked across the table to the sofa in the living room. A scene from a few years ago appeared in front of his eyes.
I remember it was midnight one night. He came downstairs to drink water. The living room was dark, only the TV was flashing, and there was a person nestled on the sofa opposite the TV.
That's Lu Man
She was sitting on the sofa like a lazy kitten. From his point of view, only the top of her black hair was exposed, looming as the light of the TV flickered.
There was a ridiculous TV series on the TV, and she remained motionless. She seemed to be fascinated by the TV series, and she didn't notice that he was there at all.
At that time, they had entered a period of cold war, and she seemed very calm about him bringing a woman home. She did not argue or quarrel, but her eyes slowly became hollow.
Jin Chengjun did not disturb her and looked at her quietly for a while before going upstairs.
Yes, the woman in Dong Jin's arms tonight, the exposed top of her hair, isn't it just like when Lu Man was nestled on the sofa many years ago?
Thinking of this, Jin Chengjun's eyes narrowed again and again, he took the mobile phone from the table and dialed a series of numbers.
"Hello, Mr. Ou? I'm Jin Chengjun. It's okay. I just want to ask if you have an employee named Lu Man in Chaoyang. OK?" Jin Chengjun hung up the phone and waited quietly.
Lu Man, could it be her?
He disappeared for five years and now suddenly appears in city B. Why?
Jin Chengjun suddenly felt a little excited, and the heart that was already hard and cold in the pit of his stomach began to beat wildly, as if it had been beaten with chicken blood.
A bold phone ring rang, Jin Chengjun immediately picked it up and answered: "Hello"
Listening to the report coming from the phone, he raised his eyebrows high, and finally said: "Thank you, Mr. Ou, it's okay. I only ask when I see someone I think I know, so let's have a drink next time."
After hanging up the phone, Jin Chengjun patted the phone on the table and narrowed his eyes.
Lu Man, it is indeed you. Where have you been in the past five years? Why are you back?
Jin Chengjun drank up the drink at hand, stretched out his tongue to lick the remaining liquid at the corner of his mouth, and slowly outlined an evil smile.
The spotlights from the stage shone on his handsome face, which was dim and unclear. Only the evil smile lines made people feel a little scared.
Yan said: The past two days have been extremely hard. I can’t afford not to save the manuscript. I was at the company for 14 hours continuously yesterday. I added the last few points to today’s manuscript yesterday. I still have one chapter to write during the day. I’m sorry~
