At this time, he was sitting alone on the floor, flipping through the fairy tale book "The Three Little Bears". He didn't know a single word, but he looked at the pictures very carefully...
In the afternoon, the golden sunlight from the west shone brightly on him through the glass windows.
However, no matter how bright and brilliant the sun is, it still cannot dispel the loneliness wrapped around his little body.
Yang Mufan stood at the door and stared at his son for a long time before he walked in lightly.
He asked: "Why did you go upstairs alone?!"
"..." Yang Muan raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and flipped through the fairy tale book in his hand, without answering Yang Mufan's question.
Yang Mufan sat down on the floor next to him: "Do you understand?!"
Yang Muan shook his head, then nodded fiercely: "I can't read the words, but... I can understand the pictures."
As he spoke, Yang Mu'an suddenly pointed to the pictures in the book and said in a childish voice: "This is the baby bear, this is the father bear, and this is the mother bear." Father bear carried the fishing rod and took the baby bear and mother bear to go fishing.
.They caught a lot of fish by the stream. Baby Bear saw a fish he had never seen before in the bucket. He was very curious and leaned his head to take a look, but his nose was caught by the fish.
, it cried and rushed towards the mother bear, and the mother bear told it that it was not a fish, but a crab. In the evening, the mother bear made delicious fish soup with the fish caught in the afternoon..."
"..." Yang Mufan sat aside and listened quietly to Yang Muan's story.
No matter in life or at work, I am strict to the point of demanding. I never like to listen to other people's nonsense that is useless and has no end point.
But for the first time, he listened so patiently to Yang Mu'an's description of a fairy tale with confusing logic, and he was extremely serious and fascinated.
When Yang Muan reached the last page and the last picture, he suddenly fell silent.
When Yang Mufan saw this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?!"
Yang Mu'an raised his head and looked at Yang Mufan, his dark eyes were as pitiful as a puppy's. He said, "The baby bear is so happy. Mother Bear can hold it when sleeping at night."
Immediately, he pointed at the picture, with crystal tears flashing in his eyes, and whispered timidly: "Uncle, I miss my mother! It has been a long, long time since my mother slept with An An and told her stories.
An An wants to wear the bear pajamas that her mother bought for An An for her birthday last year..."
Sister-in-law De directed twenty maids to move a thousand sets of bear pajamas to Yang Mu'an's room, display them one by one, and hang them on hangers.
Yang Mufan sat on the sofa, hugged Yang Muan, and asked in a low voice: "Which bear pajamas do you like?!"
Wen Xiaorou, who had come back from eating ice cream with admiration, saw Mrs. De walking towards her with a sad face as soon as she entered the villa.
Behind her were maids carrying clothes hung with all kinds of pajamas.
That scene, not to mention how spectacular and exaggerated it was.
She asked curiously: "Sister-in-law De, what happened?! Why are there so many pajamas..."
