Nangong Zhan came to the backyard and saw a warm scene in front of him, which made him feel warm and full of love in his heart.
Qing Tian was holding the paint, and Xiao Tianshuo was holding a pen and a drawing board in front of him, trying to describe something stroke by stroke.
Draw it, and Xiao Tianshuo takes another look at the sunny sky. Draw it and take another look.
Qingtian smiled and touched his head, "Why do you keep staring at me?"
Xiao Tianshuo blinked his eyes, and his childish voice was very cute, "I have never seen my mother, and I can't draw it, so I watched you draw it."
"Huh?" Qingtian smiled bitterly, "But I'm not your mother?"
"Well, I know, but I believe that my mother looks similar to you, and both are so beautiful."
"..."
Qingtian pursed her lips and said nothing. Her eyes fell on the child's drawing board and saw that the person he drew looked like her.
She also wondered, who is Tianshuo's mother? Could it be... the Duan Meilin from back then?
In Qingtian's memory, Duan Meilin was the only one beside Nangong Zhan. Could it be that this child belongs to Duan Meilin? Where did Duan Meilin go?
"Teacher, take a look, does it look good? Does my mother look good?" Xiao Tianshuo showed the painted portrait to Qingtian. Qingtian looked at it in a blink of an eye, his face froze.
Because the portrait the child drew was exactly like her.
Qingtian hugged Xiao Tianshuo and considered the portrait, "It's very beautiful, but Shuo'er, this person is not your mother. Your mother should be more beautiful than her."
Hearing this, Xiao Tianshuo lowered his eyes in despair, pouted and asked, "But no matter how beautiful it is, I can't remember it. I only know that when I painted this painting, I really liked that feeling.
,Teacher, please don’t say that this is not my mother, okay? In Shuoer’s heart, my mother is like this.”
Well, he is just a child, so there is no need to argue or compromise with him on Qingtian.
"Okay then, this is your mother."
"Really?" Xiao Tianshuo blinked his eyes innocently.
Qingtian nodded, "Really."
"Then can I call you mom from now on?"
"Huh?" Qingtian was shocked again, frowning and staring at the child in his arms, "Why do you call me mom? I'm not your mom?"
"Didn't you say that my mother is the one I drew? The picture I drew was based on yours. The person in the painting is my mother, so of course you are also my mother?"
"you……"
I feel like crying but have no tears left on a sunny day. Why is this child so pitiful? Every time I talk to him, I feel so distressed.
She thought that he was just like Xiao Di. Both of them lacked love since childhood, one lacked father's love and the other lacked mother's love.
Parents, they really shouldn't have caused such a tragedy. She was the one who felt sorry for Xiao Di. Every time she saw Tian Shuo in need of maternal love, she would think of Xiao Di. Although Xiao Di didn't say it, she also knew,
Xiaodi needs father's love very much.
Fortunately, Xiao Di has been accompanied by that man since she was a child. He also gave Xiao Di what she lacked. She thanked that man from the bottom of her heart.
"dad……"
Hearing the sound, Qing Tian came to his senses and saw the child in his arms getting up and running towards the man not far away.
"Dad, when did you come back?"
Nangong Zhan hugged his son while squatting down, looking very tired.
But despite this, he still maintained that reassuring and warm smile in front of his son.
"Dad just arrived. Did Tianshuo listen to the teacher's instructions?"
While speaking, he couldn't help but look at the woman not far away, and saw that she also stood up and was walking this way.
"Shuo'er listens to mother very much."
Hearing his son calling his mother, Nangong Zhan's face darkened, and he continued to stare at Qingtian who was walking over. Qingtian seemed disapproving, squatting next to Xiao Tianshuo and smiling slightly, "Shuo'er, daddy is back, it's time to go have dinner, right?"
"
Xiao Tianshuo rushed to hug Qingtian's neck, nodded, looked at his father and said, "Dad, we are waiting for you to have dinner together."
It's already late at night and they haven't had dinner yet. Are they just looking at him waiting for him?
Nangong Zhan felt really uncomfortable when facing such a sensible son, but such behavior made him a little unhappy.
He took his son from Qingtian's arms and said coldly: "Don't let him wait for me anymore. Children can't go hungry."
With that said, he no longer looked at Qingtian's reaction, hugged his son and walked towards the house.
Qingtian looked at his back, feeling a little aggrieved. She also knew that the child could not go hungry, but he clearly knew that his son would be waiting for him to come back for dinner, so why didn't he come back so late at night?
Did he think she didn't persuade Tianshuo to eat? After persuading the little guy, he just refused to eat. Can she force him to do so?
damn it.
Qingtian complained in his heart, staring at the man's back, and then followed him to the restaurant.
At the dining table, Mother Chen had already placed the dishes and chopsticks, and the three of them took their seats. Nangong Zhan and Qingtian faced each other, and their son sat between them.
Mother Chen, who was serving rice next to her, smiled and joked, "This scene is so heartwarming. I have taken care of the young master for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen something called happiness on his face."
As soon as Qingtian raised her head, she met Nangong Zhan's gaze, which was looking at her. She hurriedly turned away and looked at Xiao Tianshuo, "Really?"
"Yes, Teacher Qingtian, it would be great if you could stay forever!"
Little Tianshuo raised his head and said to Chen's mother, "Grandma Chen, mom will stay in the future. Mom said she will never leave Shuo'er again!"
"Ah?" Mother Chen was startled. She glanced at the three people in front of the dining table. Finally, she stared at Xiao Tianshuo and asked, "Young Master, why did you call her mother?"
Little Tianshuo clicked his chopsticks and laughed, "Because Shuo'er likes her, and daddy also likes her."
Huh? Dad likes her too?
Qing Tian couldn't help but look at the man opposite him. Damn it, why was he staring at her all the time? Is there anything dirty on her face?
Chen's mother turned to look at Nangong Zhan. Seeing that Nangong Zhan didn't explain anything, her eyes kept falling on Qingtian. Chen's mother looked at Qingtian again. Qingtian didn't refuse Xiao Tianshuo's name. The old man understood immediately and smiled knowingly.
Laugh, get out quickly.
Qingtian couldn't bear it anymore, and looked into Nangong Zhan's eyes with his head held high, and he was very angry, "Why do you keep staring at me? Are there any words on my face?"
Nangong Zhan's face was expressionless. After being yelled at by her, he lowered his head to eat, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Qingtian frowned, and he didn't answer. She felt bored, so she picked up some vegetables for Xiao Tianshuo and ate them herself.
Suddenly thinking of something, Qingtian finally raised his head again, looked at the man opposite who was engrossed in eating and asked, "Is there any news?"
Nangong Zhan knew what she was asking, but his face was still dull and dull. He sighed and shook his head, "No!"
