Chang Shang put down the fruit knife, and heard that Che'er actually climbed up on the table by herself, with yogurt still left in the corner of her mouth, holding a toy gun in her hand, raising it high with a milky sound, and then said something very devilish: "
Tremble, mortal."
Chang Shang suddenly burst into tears and laughed.
She sat down with her waist and belly raised, took the toy gun from his hand, lifted him off the table, and put him on her lap: "Che'er, be good."
There is a young man among the bodyguards arranged by Li Xiang who likes to say this sentence very much. Now that Che'er has the strongest imitation ability, she has unknowingly learned this sentence and seems to like to say it very much.
When he first left Chang Mian, Che'er had to be supported by others to walk. Now he can run with his little hands raised in the air. He has grown 16 deciduous teeth, and when he bites an apple, it makes a squeaking sound.
He also loves to climb stairs, treating it as a game. He will go up the stairs when he sees them. If the steps of the stairs are relatively high, he will also use his hands and feet to go upstairs.
Chang Shang's lips moved and she touched Che'er's head: "Che'er, grow up quickly and kill all mortals to protect your mother."
"Also, the sister or brother in mother's belly. Che'er, do you want a brother or a sister?"
When people are waiting, they will feel that time is the longest thing in the world. Every sunrise and sunset, Changshang tells Cheer: "We are one less day away from being reunited with dad."
Little Cheche jumped on the bed and fell into her arms, "Mom, little Cheche wants daddy."
The immature children's voice was as clear and crisp as piano music as it entered her heart. Even Che'er knew that she wanted a father. Chang Shang showed a wry smile, held her son in her arms, and covered him with a thick quilt, with thin fingertips.
She tapped his little nose, which was red from the cold, and stared at his facial features, as if looking through him to another face.
Little Cheche looked more and more like Chang Mian as he grew older. Staring deeply into his eyes, it seemed as if he could see Chang Mian's shadow in them.
Little Cheche didn't understand the look in her eyes, but she naughtily put her red hands on Changshang's belly, and muttered as if she had succeeded in a prank: "Little Cheche wants daddy... Yaya has both... Yaya's daddy can
Building a snowman... Yaya's father will..."
Yaya is the little girl from next door, about the same age as Cheer.
Chang Shang finally understood how much the absence of his father had affected Che'er. He was so young and wanted his father all day long. Chang Shang had no choice but to touch his head:
"Dad is busy with something very important. When he is done, he will come to pick up Mom and Che'er."
Little Cheche sat in Changshang's arms, blinking at her mother's misty eyes with big eyes, and opened her little arms to hug her neck. "And Zuozuo."
"Well, there is Zuo Zuo. Dad loves Che'er and Zuo Zuo very much." Chang Shang hugged her son, with moisture in her eyes: "Dad will come to pick up Che'er and Zuo Zuo home soon. Che
My son’s home is very beautiful, it’s not cold there, and the flowers are in full bloom…”
Little Cheche's mouth was pursed tightly, his eyebrows were thick, and his peach-blossom eyes were closed, pretending to be deep in thought. He was trying hard to think about what a beautiful home would look like, and then he nodded in understanding and said matter-of-factly.
"Little Cheche, I love snowmen but not flowers; Zuo Zuo likes them."