As soon as Yang Mufan entered the garden, he saw the backs of a mother and son sitting on a swing wrapped in a thin blanket from a distance. Under the dim white street lights, they looked unusually thin and thin...
Reflecting the thin mist condensed in the night air, it seemed a bit ethereal and unreal.
As if it exists in a dream, it will disappear in the blink of an eye.
Yang Mufan stood at the entrance of the garden and stared for a long time. Finally, he frowned, opened his long legs, and walked forward slowly.
As the distance got closer, the conversation between Mu Wanqing and Yang Mu'an filtered into his eardrums clearly.
Mu Wanqing hugged her son tightly to the warmest place on her chest and asked in a low voice: "An'an, are you cold?! Are you sleepy?! It seems that uncle will be back very late. Mom will take you to bed first, okay?"
!When you wake up tomorrow, you can see your uncle when you open your eyes."
Yang Muan replied: "No, An An wants to wait for uncle to come back. Uncle promised me that he will play games with me today."
Yang Muan was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his bright eyes to look at Mu Wanqing, and asked in a childish voice: "Mom, are you sleepy?! Do you want to Huhu?! Will you be unhappy if you accompany An An and wait for your uncle?"
?!Are you going to be angry?!”
Mu Wanqing just looked at her son's delicate and handsome little face, and her heart was already filled with joy. She lowered her head and kissed her son's forehead, and then replied: "Mom is not sleepy, and I don't want to huh. An'an, as long as you stay with my mother,
Mom is very happy, how could she be angry with you?! Mom is waiting for uncle with An An, she feels very happy."
Yang Muan: "Mom, what is happiness?! Can you eat it?!"
Mu Wanqing hugged her son and swayed gently on the swing. She was silent for a moment, and then replied seriously: "Happiness can't be eaten, but it's just like marshmallows. It's sweet and soft. An'an, waiting for you.
When you grow older and meet a girl you like, you will understand.
Yang Muan asked again: "Since mom is waiting for uncle with An An, does mom like An An more, or uncle more?!"
"..." After hearing her son's rhetorical question, Mu Wanqing was speechless. She had to admit that her son's little mind was really easy to use. A simple sentence could catch her.
Sure enough, it is the same as Yang Mufan.
Mu Wanqing wrinkled her slender eyebrows, and glanced towards the door with her big, watery eyes, seemingly casually and yet deliberately, as if expecting a certain figure to appear.
She was silent for a while, then whispered: "Mom likes An An and uncle equally."
After hearing this, Yang Mu An became unhappy immediately. Lao Gao was so jealous that he said, "Mom is lying. Mom obviously likes An An more."
Seeing her son acting mean, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but smile. She lowered her head and kissed her son hard on the face. Then she echoed the young master's words and replied: "Yes, uncle and An An, mom."
I prefer An An. Is this okay?!"
Yang Mu'an suddenly became disdainful, pouted and said: "Mom, what you said is so false, you obviously like uncle more."
"..." Mu Wanqing was completely speechless at this time. She hugged her son and was silent for a while before speaking, "An'an, liking you and liking uncle are two different things. To my mother, you are
, is a treasure given to mother by God; and uncle, he is a rib God took away from mother’s body.”
