893. Chapter 893 Mommy pulls down uncle's good genes
When she got up to go to bed, Yang Mufan suddenly asked in a low voice: "When my son was just born, were his hands really only this small?! He was so small..."
Hearing this, Mu Wanqing instinctively turned her head and looked over. She admired Fan who was leaning on the head of the bed. She was not holding her son's flawless and beautiful hand. Her slender and clean fingers were slowly and powerfully pressing on the pitifully small handprint.
Rub gently.
It was as if he was shaking hands with the newly born An An.
Mu Wanqing was stunned for a while, and finally she sat back on the bed and turned to look out the window at the endless night, as if she was deep in thought.
After a long time, she nodded gently, and then whispered: "Well, when An An was born, he was really very small, only three pounds and six taels, which is half the weight of other normal babies. He has a bad heart, and in my case
When he was in the stomach, he couldn't absorb nutrients well, and he was born before he was full term. On the day of delivery, many doctors and nurses said that he would not survive, but An An did not let me down, he survived..."
Although Mu Wanqing felt that it was not good to say this to Yang Mufan now, as it would easily make people think that she was using her son's past to gain sympathy.
But she felt that the father who admired Fan Mu An was qualified and had the right to know everything about his son.
So she told Yang Mufan everything she could remember about what happened from the moment Yang Mu An was born.
The deeper and quieter the night becomes, the softer and softer her voice becomes, filled with sweetness and pride that cannot be ignored.
She said: "Although An'an is not in good health, he is really smart. No matter what he is taught, he can learn it right away. When I sent him to kindergarten, I was originally worried about his health and his inability to integrate into that environment.
, but no matter what the teacher taught him, he learned it right away. From counting to simple addition and subtraction, he learned it very well. The teacher praised An An every day for being sensible and smart. Did you know?! An An still knows a lot of things
In Chinese characters, he can not only write his own name, but also mine, Xiaoni's, and...yours."
That night, Mu Wanqing talked a lot.
Talking about the scene when Yang Muan called her mother for the first time.
Talking about the scene when Yang Muan learned to walk for the first time and ran towards her.
Speaking of the scene where Yang Muan raised his head for the first time and asked what "daddy" was.
Yang Mufan remained silent, listening attentively to the past of his missing son.
He grew up with Yang Mu Sheng.
He watched with his own eyes as Yang Mu Sheng grew from just 50 centimeters to over 90 centimeters now.
He saw with his own eyes Wen Xiaorou holding Yang Mu Sheng, who had just learned to call "Mommy, Daddy", smiling ecstatically with tears of excitement and emotion in her eyes.
Although he was happy and happy in his heart, but...he always felt a little empty and lost somewhere in his heart.
He never understood why, but he suddenly realized it today.
It turns out that he is not a sage, and he does not really care about anything.
He always regarded Mu Sheng as an adopted son and an outsider.
No matter how good he was to Yang Mu Sheng, he still couldn't treat him as his own.
While listening to Mu Wanqing telling his son's past, Yang Mufan held his son in his arms and stared at his peaceful sleeping face without blinking. In Mu Wanqing's soft, ethereal voice, he felt in his heart
One scene after another was secretly set up.
Fantasy, the scene when he saw Yangmu An for the first time outside the delivery room when he was born.
Fantasy, the scene when Yang Muan grinned for the first time and he held him.
Fantasy, the scene when Yang Muan spoke for the first time and called "Mom and Dad".
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Those scenes are really beautiful just thinking about them.
Just how beautiful the fantasy is, how cruel the reality is.
After all, no matter how true the fantasy is, it is just an illusion. After all, he has missed the years that are gone forever.
Mu Wanqing seemed to be aware of Yang Mufan's emotions, and she suddenly stopped speaking in a low voice.
When Yang Mufan came to his senses, he looked up at her and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you say anything?!"
Mu Wanqing stared at Yang Mufan, hesitating and hesitating, hesitating and hesitating, and finally said: "I borrowed Xiao Min's DV to shoot a few videos for my son, do you want to watch it?!"
Yang Mufan hugged his son, who was curled up in a small ball in his arms, and closed his eyes to sleep.
That night, he had a rare dream.
On the sunny green grass, Yang Mu'an, who had just learned to run, rushed toward him, giggling and shouting "Daddy, Daddy" non-stop.
Throughout the night, his son's innocent and childish shouts echoed in his dreams...
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The next morning, when Yang Mufan suddenly woke up, the golden sunlight outside the window broke through the curtains dancing in the wind and fell on his handsome and profound face.
He could have raised his hands to shield his eyes.
When his brain calmed down a little, he clearly heard such a conversation coming from the living room.
Mu Wanqing said: "An'an, don't speak so loudly, uncle is still sleeping."
Yang Muan said: "Uncle is a big lazy man. He likes to stay in bed even more than An An. He doesn't even get up when the sun is shining on his butt. It's so embarrassing."
Mu Wanqing sighed silently, and then urged: "Okay, stop complaining, go wash your hands and have breakfast."
Yang Muan asked: "Mommy, would you like to ask uncle to get up and eat?!"
Mu Wanqing said: "Uncle is too tired, let him sleep a little longer, and we will leave breakfast for him, okay?!"
Yang Mu'an added: "Mommy, the sink is so high that An An can't reach it. Please help An An move a chair and An An can stand on it and wash her hands."
Mu Wanqing replied: "You know now that you are short. I told you to eat more, but you are picky and refuse to eat. If you are picky about food, you will stay short for the rest of your life."
Yang Muan said unconvinced: "Mommy, you are lying again. Everyone says that I look like my uncle. My uncle is so tall. An An will definitely be as tall as my uncle in the future."
Mu Wanqing: "If you don't eat, try and see if you can grow as tall as your uncle."
Admiring An An: "If An An doesn't grow taller, it must be something wrong with her mother."
Mu Wanqing asked: "Why is it my fault?!"
Admiring An pouted and replied: "Because mommy's genes are not good. She is so short, which has brought down uncle's good genes by an unknown number of levels. If An An is not tall, he must have inherited mommy's BAD gene.
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Mu Wanqing was so angry that her whole body was trembling: "Yang Mu'an, your mouth is getting more and more twitchy. If you don't eat well and grow taller, why do you blame me?! You dislike my genes?! I also dislike myself for giving birth.
You are such a stinky son. Okay, okay, if you talk back again, move the stool to wash your hands yourself, I swear I will never help you move it."
Listening to the detailed conversation between Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan, it was vaguely conveyed that Yang Mufan, who usually worked hard and was never sloppy, hated staying in bed, but today he was lying lazily on the bed, and for the first time he didn't want to get up.
