Murong He went downstairs step by step. Under the goose-yellow light, Murong Tianze watched cartoons with a calm look. What was playing on the TV was the animated version of Journey to the West, Xiao Tianze's favorite recently.
He sat on the sofa and imitated Sun Wukong, jumping up and down
Murong He's tears crept into his eyes again. He stepped forward and forced a smile on his face: "Xiao Tianze, come and give me a hug."
"Um... Daddy, you and your mother are playing up there and ignoring me. You've all been so weird lately and ignored me. Humph..." Murong Tianze threw himself into Murong He's arms, fleshy.
The little face has become a little thin recently, and the curly black hair rubs against Murong He's neck, making it feel a little itchy.
Murong He hugged this son who was not his son. He loved this child so much. He loved him so much.
It's just that tomorrow he will leave this "home" and his "son" and "wife"
"Xiao Tianze, would you be sad if daddy left?"
"Well... of course Xiao Tianze will be sad when daddy is gone."
"Would you be sad if Daddy wasn't actually Daddy?"
"How can Daddy not be Daddy?"
"What if Uncle Han Jue is your daddy?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...No...Daddy is daddy. Daddy will never leave, wuwuwu..." Murong Tianze began to cry loudly.
Shen Zui heard Murong He talking to Murong Tianze when she got downstairs. She saw Murong Tianze crying and felt very sad, but in fact, she thought that Murong Tianze also needed to know the truth, the truth about his life experience.
It's just that although you need to know, many things also need to be done slowly. Children need to do it slowly. Don't tell them this suddenly. His little mind is still very simple and innocent. He doesn't know how entangled adults are.
entangling, right and wrong
Shen Zui stepped forward and took Murong Tianze's hand. Murong Tianze kept sobbing loudly. Shen Zui said: "Okay, don't tell him. I will tell him many things later." Then he turned to his arms and kept talking.
The crying son said: "Son, stop crying, stop crying."
"Mommy, daddy said daddy is not daddy, uncle Han Jue is daddy, I don't, I don't want it, I want daddy to be daddy. Although I like uncle Han Jue, he is not daddy, not
Murong He looked at it and couldn't help but stepped forward to touch Murong Tianze's head and said in his heart: "Xiao Tianze, daddy also hopes to be your daddy forever, but after all, you are not my son, and I am not you either.
Your father, Han Jue is your father, be good, one day you will understand all this."
Murong He hugged the mother and son in his arms. He knew that this was the last time, the last time he hugged the mother and son like this...
After tonight, everything will be settled
Everyone will return to their place and live a happy life, and he may find his place, maybe not, maybe he will meet a woman who truly loves each other, maybe not, he is not sure about him...
The next morning, when Shen Zui got up, he saw that Murong He was no longer on the sofa downstairs. There was a divorce agreement on the coffee table. When he went upstairs, he found that Murong He's luggage was also gone and empty...
She knew that Murong He was gone, and she didn't know if they would be able to meet again after leaving. Maybe they would be friends again, maybe not...
Maybe when I see him again, there will be a beautiful flower beside him, maybe not...
She hoped that Murong He would be happy. He had been with her for so many years, but she could not give him anything. She knew that the person she was most sorry for was Murong He...