Now that she sees her son having fun playing with his friends again, and no longer having to worry about him being alone without someone to accompany him, she can finally relax and go for it boldly.
Not wanting to disturb his son's rare liveliness and happiness, Murong Rong pulled Yin Zai and sat on the grass. The two of them watched his son clumsily playing with crickets.
Yin Zai hugged Murong Rong and said with a smile: "Yuan'er learns things very quickly. I guess he only learned how to play cricket today. He dares to find someone to fight with him. He is very courageous and courageous, like me! He deserves to be my son!"
Murong Rong glared at him angrily and said jokingly: "Look at how bad you are, why don't you allow him to be like me?"
"You? You are so stupid. Fortunately, my son is not like you!"
Murong Rong snorted and ignored him.
Yinzai came over and whispered: "Let's have another daughter, just like you, okay?"
"not good!"
"Why?"
Murong Rong said very vindictively: "Don't you think I'm stupid? Why do you want me to give birth to a fool for you?"
Yinzai hugged her tightly and rested his chin on top of her head, "I just like silly people. The more silly I am, the more I like them."
"You're stupid!" Murong Rong pulled his head down and followed his example, tapping his head with his fingers.
The two of them were laughing and playing on the grass.
"Wait a minute -" Yinzai suddenly stared at the pile of rocks next to the grass, "Don't move! I'll grab something."
Murong Rong leaned over and asked curiously: "What are you catching?"
"I want to catch a cricket and then I will fight with my son for 300 rounds."
"Look at your potential!" Murong Rong couldn't help but despise him.
However, after despising him, she still helped him catch him.
Every time she saw father and son playing together, the harmony between them made her reluctant to take her eyes away.
Today I saw that there was an insurmountable gap between Yinzai and his father, and that father and son were enemies. I felt a little panicked, worried that my son and Yinzai would embark on the same path.
As a mother, she doesn't want to let tragedy happen again.
Yuan'er still refuses to call Yinzai his father. She needs to work harder so that there will no longer be any barrier between father and son, and the family of three can enjoy family happiness.
She was very fortunate that Yinzai was not as stubborn as his father. He was patient, caring, and truly loved Yuan'er.
And since Yuan'er is still young and willing to listen to her, everything can be changed. She believes that one day their father and son will be intimate.
Yinzai found a box, caught a large round-headed cricket with super fighting power and put it in the box.
Murong Yuan just finished fighting with his friends and ran over, "Mom, what are you playing at?"
Yin Zai took the jar from Murong Yuan's hand and poured the crickets into it.
"Can you play crickets?"
Murong Yuan raised his chin proudly: "Of course I can play, it's very easy."
"Did you lose the fight with them just now?" Yin Zai said with insight.
Murong Yuan was unconvinced and said, "It's only my first day playing, so I'm not familiar with them."
Yinzai took a piece of straw and picked up the cricket, "It's another thing not to be familiar with them. The question is, will you choose the cricket? Crickets are just like people, there are strong ones and weak ones. If you don't know how to choose, Nine times out of ten you lose."
Murong Rong didn't know much about this either. He held his son in his arms and sat there looking at the cricket, "How to divide this?"
Yinzai teased his son and said, "Call me daddy. Call me daddy and I will teach you."
"Huh!" Murong Yuan turned his head coolly.
"Forget it, since you are my son, I will pass on my mantle to you. Please listen carefully. This unique skill is passed down from son to son, not from daughter to daughter. It is an exclusive secret that I won't tell ordinary people. , from now on, you can only pass it on to my grandson, do you understand?"
Murong Rong burst into laughter, "Is that the Nine Sun Magic Kung Fu or the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Fists?"
Yinzai waved his hand and said, "Go, let the men talk about important things, while the women sit aside."
Yin Zai waved to Murong Yuan to come over, and the father and son lay on the mouth of the jar.
Just listen to Yinzai say: "Have you seen this cricket? Its head is round, round and big, like a pearl. This is a top-grade cricket."
"Is it okay if you have a big head?" Murong Yuan asked puzzledly.
"Of course. If you bump into someone with a big head, you can knock out a small one. Just like if my head collides with yours, can you beat me?"
"So that's it, then this is just a cricket and it's an adult?" Murong Yuan suddenly realized.
"Son, this is a breed issue, not an issue between adults and children..."
Murong Rong saw the father and son playing enthusiastically next to the jar, so he stood up and brought two bottles of juice to them to watch them play.