When Yang Muan heard this, his eye circles suddenly turned red. He shook his head fiercely: "I'm not happy. Without my father to accompany An An to the event, my mother and An An will only be laughed at by them. Mommy, An An doesn't want to go..."
When Mu Wanqing heard her son's words, her chest seemed to be pricked with poisonous needles, and blood dripped from her chest.
Although what Chen Xin and Li Li said was too unpleasant, one thing they said was right: parent-child activities without the participation of fathers are a kind of harm to children.
Every child hopes that like all other children, he or she will be accompanied by his father and mother.
Her mother died young, so she can relate to her.
In the past, every time there was something going on at school, whether it was a parent-teacher meeting, a sports meeting, or registration for the start of each semester, she would be envious when she saw her classmates' parents coming together.
Every year on Mother's Day, the class will hold a theme class meeting, and the teacher will ask them what gifts they have prepared for their mother.
Her classmates would all rush to say what they had prepared, but she would always huddle in the last corner of the classroom, watching quietly. Then when she came home from school, she would lock herself in the room, cover herself with a quilt and cry loudly, over and over again.
I shouted "Mom" hysterically in my heart over and over again.
Everyone is an independent individual.
Whether they are children of only a few years old or adults, their thinking is completely different. When faced with the same thing, they have different understandings, thoughts and feelings.
Therefore, she didn't know what she was thinking the last time she took An An to a parent-child activity in the kindergarten. He held her hand tightly and stood far away from the game field full of laughter and laughter.
However, Mu Wanqing knew that even if she gave everything for An An, even if she used her own life to love him, care for him, and protect him, even if she put all the best things in the world in front of him, she still couldn't do it.
Fill in the missing fatherly love in his heart.
In other words: she can never replace Yang Mufan.
For a moment, Mu Wanqing suddenly didn't know what to say or how to answer him, so she could only hug him with one hand and hold him tightly in her arms.
Holding the pathetically small hand of Yang Mu An, on the way home, we passed an intersection and waited for the traffic light. The sky, which had been gloomy all day, suddenly started to rain with a "patap~patt~" sound.
It rained suddenly, which made Mu Wanqing very panicked.
With her hands and feet in a panic, and her mind going blank, Mu Wanqing had no idea how to deal with the rain, or what she should do to prevent her son from getting his clothes wet and getting sick.
Just when she was at a loss, the man standing in front of her, who had just received his daughter from kindergarten with his wife in a sweet and loving way, quickly took off his large coat, covered the heads of his daughter and wife, and then took it from his wife's hands.
After hugging her daughter and protecting her tightly in her arms, Mu Wanqing watched the three of them as a family and quickly ran towards the other side with their clothes on their backs when the green light came on.
Pata~ Pata~ Pata~
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the noise was harsh.
