As soon as the car stopped at the bottom of the rental house, Yang Muan got out of the car and dragged Yang Mufan up desperately. He yelled: "Uncle, hurry up, uncle, walk faster!!!!
Mom’s house is right up there!!!”
He admired Fan Ying's sharp eyebrows, which were deeply and tightly knitted, and his handsome face, without much emotion, and allowed his son to drag him upstairs.
Mu Wanqing buried her head and followed behind her father and son cautiously.
The three of them finally went upstairs with great difficulty.
Yang Muan's hand was too small to hold Yang Mufan's broad and thick hand, so she could only hold one of his index fingers and keep shaking it.
He stood outside the house and shouted at Mu Wanqing at high decibels: "Mom, get the key and open the door quickly. Hurry up."
Amid her son's urgent shouts, Mu Wanqing walked over at a turtle's speed, and then opened the door at a snail's speed.
She opened the door and invited Yang Mufan to come in. She put down her bag and looked at the messy and dirty house. She said at a loss: "It's been a long time since anyone has lived in the house. The house is a bit messy. I'll clean it up first."
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As she said that, she had already rolled up her sleeves, slipped into the kitchen, took the rag and was about to clean up the house.
I admire anyone with mysophobia.
In a house full of dust, I didn't know how violent his temper would be.
Would he get so angry that he would kick her and her son out of the window?!
According to his violent personality, this possibility is really high. For the safety of her and her son's life, it is better to clean up. O(╯□╰)o
Yang Muan ignored Mu Wanqing's instructions and pulled Yang Mufan towards her small room with great enthusiasm.
Like all children, Yang Muan really has many secrets that his mother cannot tell and wants to share them with his father.
So he pulled Yang Mufan and wandered around in his little world.
This is the first time Yang Mufan has come here, the first time he has walked into the home where they have lived for three years.
The house was much smaller and simpler than he imagined, but it was warmer than he imagined.
The moment he entered Yang Mu'an's room, he was first attracted by the exaggeratedly large photo walls beside the two children's beds.
There is a photo wall with photos of Yang Mu An.
There is a photo wall with photos of Mu Xiaoni.
Most of them are single photos of them, but a few of them include a group photo of Mu Wanqing, or a group photo of the two siblings.
While Yang Muan was crawling on the floor, sneaking under the bed to dig up his secrets, Yang Mufan stood motionless in front of Yang Muan's photo wall, looking at it carefully with his deep and sharp black eyes without blinking.
Take every photo above.
He never knew that Yang Mu'an would be so thin and small when he was just born. The photo has a zoom function to make him fatter, but when he was lying in the incubator, he was much smaller than other babies in the incubator.
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There is a photo above, which is a photo of him smiling. Mu Wanqingjuan's beautiful words are written below the photo: When An An smiled at me for the first time, the sunshine outside the window was bright and warm. Spring is so good...
There is also a photo taken when Mu Wanqing helped Yang Muan take a bath. Yang Muan in the photo is obviously much older. He is standing in the bathtub with his butt naked, holding Mu Wanqing's neck and kissing her.
Mu Wanqing smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, revealing a face with deep and round dimples.
The note she wrote was: My son’s first kiss was mine...
There are also several photos taken by Mu Wanqing outside the intensive care unit when Yang Muan was ill. She said: I really want to give my heart to my son...
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"Uncle, uncle..." When Yang Mufan was looking at it in trance, Yang Muan got out from under the bed covered in dust.
In his arms, he held a very large iron box.
At this moment, he was standing next to Yang Mufan, holding on to the corner of Yang Mufan's clothes with his little hands, shaking them constantly, and kept shouting "Uncle, uncle".
Yang Mufan unknowingly tightened his fist into a fist, and then relaxed slightly at the moment when he regained consciousness.
When he lowered his head to look at his son, he found that his eye sockets were sore, swollen and painful.
"Uncle, do you want to see An An's secrets?! It contains all of An An's secrets." Yang Mu An asked.
Yang Mufan was very silent, his beautiful thin lips were pursed really tightly. He stared straight at the iron box in Yang Muan's arms, and nodded slowly after a long time.
Yang Mu'an pulled Yang Mufan to sit down on his small bed, and then ran to lock the door of his room with a "dong dong dong" sound. When he came back, he climbed into bed and said to Yang Mufan seriously: "Some
Don't let your mother know the secret, otherwise she will be sad or unable to bear the blow."
Yang Mufan looked at his son's fair little face, which was covered with dust, like a little tabby cat. He raised his beautiful fingers with clear joints, wiped his son's face clean bit by bit, and then asked: "An'an, what do you want to do with me?"
What secret does uncle share?!"
Yang Muan held the iron box and opened it with force.
At a glance, Yang Mufan saw that there were many newspapers reporting on him, and they were trimmed to pieces.
Yang Mu'an pointed to the photos and asked: "Uncle, is that you the person above?!"
Yang Mufan frowned and thought silently for a while before asking, "Is there a problem?!"
The moment he spoke, Yang Mufan realized that his voice was so hoarse that he was almost unable to make a sound.
When Yang Mu'an heard this, her little mouth immediately curled up: "Every time mom sees these photos, she sheds tears. I promised at the beginning that when the uncle above comes back, I will teach him a lesson."
"..." Yang Mufan was silent. He thought his son wanted to share a secret with him, but it turned out that he wanted to tell him in a different way: He wanted to fix him?!o(╯□╰)o
Yang Muan flipped through the photos, and then took out a few old toys from them. He said, "Uncle, this is the first toy that mom bought for An An. But An An didn't listen to her mother because of the toys, and she did something wrong.
Her mother was angry. She didn't allow An An to play with the toy anymore and threw it away. But An An really liked it, so she secretly picked it up from the trash can at the bottom of the building. Uncle, don't look at these just two ordinary toys.
Ponies, they can be wound up and run."
As he spoke, Yang Muan skillfully wound up the two horses, one big and one small.
When he let go, the two horses, one behind the other, ran "tick-tick-tick" on the floor.
Naturally, Yang Mufan doesn't understand: What's so strange about these two running ponies. Wind-up toys have been eliminated. In Yang Muan's current toy room, she charges and installs batteries, and then runs and dances in various ways.
I don’t know how many streets it has left this horse behind.
Yang Muan then said: "Originally, this set of toys had a green grassland carpet, but An An accidentally lost it."
That day he lost his carpet and went out to look for it while carrying Mu Wanqing. He almost lost it. When Mu Wanqing found him, she lost her temper. After learning that the reason why he went out alone was because of the toy.
, she threw the horse away when she got back.
Yang Mufan wondered if the generation gap between him and his son was too big and he couldn't understand his logic. Could it be that a toy with a green grassland carpet was a fun toy in his eyes?!
Not allowing him to come up with a reason, Yang Muan suddenly raised his bright eyes and looked directly at him: "Uncle, when An An watches zoos and cartoons, every horse father will bring their pony baby.
, running and running on the grassland, just like An An's toy, the pony "dong dong dong" chased the horse father. An An originally asked her mother why the horse father did not wait for the pony baby, and the pony baby ran.
If you don't win, Daddy Horse is so tired. Mommy said Daddy Horse is training the baby pony so that it can run faster if it encounters danger."
Yang Muan fiddled with his beloved toy and whispered: "Uncle, tell me, when a pony without a father encounters danger, will it be unable to run, or will it be bitten to death by a lion?"
Lose?!"
After hearing this, Yang Mufan finally understood what his son wanted to express.
He looked at his childish and innocent son with a complicated expression.
Suddenly, there was an indescribable emotion in his chest, which pressed hard on his heart, making it stinging, painful, and uncomfortable.
He followed Yang Mu An and sat down on the floor next to the bed, then touched his son's head and whispered: "Every pony baby will have a father, and the father will teach the pony baby how to run wildly. They won't."
Let the baby pony be bitten to death."
Yang Muan then showed Yang Mufan various things.
Yang Mufan looked at it very seriously and quietly shared the secret behind every item.
There is a desk calendar inside the box, with many dates on it and many circles drawn by pens.
Yang Mufan picked it up curiously, turned it over, and asked, "An An, what is this?!"
Yang Muan glanced at it, and then said: "This is mother's evidence. Every time she lies to An An, if the child cries, Aunt Tiger will secretly take the crybaby away at night and eat it. Uncle, mother
It's a lie, really. The dates circled above are all the days when she secretly cried. She thought that every time she cried, I wouldn't know, and I would remember it for her. She would never try to lie to me with this again in the future.
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Yang Mufan asked: "Why is mom crying?!"
Yang Muan replied: "I don't know. Anyway, my mother loves to cry a lot, and she always laughs at An An for being a slug."
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While Mu Wanqing was mopping the floor in the living room and was sweating profusely, Yang Mu An took Yang Mu Fan and introduced everything in his room that she thought was unique and meaningful.
"Uncle, this is An An's little wardrobe."
"Hey, why are there so many little suits in there?!"
The moment Yang Mufan saw the little suit, the veins on his temples began to throb.
"Uncle, these are An An's favorite bear pajamas."
"Uncle, this is An An's small table. Every time she writes, An An sits on this chair."
"uncle……"
"uncle……"
As Yang Mu'an was introducing, something suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly ran to the window and stepped on a low stool over there.
Like almost everyone who saw him climbing up the window, Yang Mufan rushed over without even thinking, wanting to hug him as he was worried that he would fall from the window.
However, before he ran over, Yang Muan screamed with excitement. Suddenly, Yang Muan shouted: "Uncle, uncle, An Anyang's cactus has bloomed. Uncle, uncle, mother did not lie to An An. Mom said, An An
When my father comes back, the cactus will bloom many beautiful little flowers. Uncle, look, An An’s cactus has many pink flowers..."
