Instructing the servant to bring a box, Leng Zimo carefully cut out a piece of cake and put it in the box, then cut another piece and handed it to Xiao Luojun.
When the children shared the cake, the adults also served food from the table.
Shen Yizhou then brought the gift prepared for Luo Jun, "Momo, happy birthday."
Because Qin Wanwan had already called everyone to inform everyone, they all prepared double gifts.
Leng Zimo thought of his gift and hurriedly went downstairs. After a while, he had placed a square box and walked forward, delivering it to Luo Jun, "Happy birthday to you."
"Thank you." The little guy took the gift he handed over and looked at it, "Is this a record?"
"How do you know?" Leng Zimo was a little surprised.
"Is it really a record?" The little guy immediately carefully placed the record on the table, opened the outer package, and looked at the exposed record cover. His little face was full of excitement, "This is a dick." Rams’ First Symphony, right?”
He recognized it from the cover as a Brahms record, but because the little guy didn't know many words yet, he wasn't sure whether it was the First Symphony he wanted most.
Leng Zimo didn't expect that this little guy would be so knowledgeable about vinyl records.
"Yes, this is a collector's edition released in 1993. Do you like it?"
"That's great." The little guy exclaimed excitedly, "That's great, I'm just short of one piece and I can make up a whole set."
"You also like vinyl records?" Leng Zimo also became excited.
It's hard to find a soulmate, and he's such a cute little guy.
"Yes, I already have more than a hundred records." Luo Jun gently touched the record in his hand with his little hand, then suddenly turned his face and looked at Leng Zimo, "Uncle Zimo, can you help me put it on top?" Do you want to sign your name?"
"Momo, are you also a fan of Uncle Zimo?" Huangfuruo asked with a smile.
"I'm not, my mother is." Luo Jun handed the record box to Leng Zimo, "Is that okay?"
Leng Zimo, who has always hated fans and things like autographs, was rarely happy this time, "Of course."
A servant had already given him a pen, so Leng Zimo carefully signed his name on the record box and wrote the words "happy birthday to Momo".
The little guy took the record, looked at the signature on it, and said with joy, "That's great. Mom will be very happy if she sees it."
Aiwujiwu, because he liked this little guy very much, Leng Zimo naturally became a little curious about his mother.
He wanted to know what kind of parents could raise such interesting children.
"What does your mother do?"
"She's the music planner."
I see.
Leng Zimo nodded slightly, "What about your father?"
"My mother said that my father is a great artist."
The little guy answered casually, but when he heard Leng Zimo's ears, he heard something special.
The words "my mother said" have exposed the fact that Luo Jun does not seem to understand his father.
"You...you live with your mother, right?"
"Yes." Luo Jun nodded, "Mom said that dad is very busy and has a very special mission. We can't visit him until I grow up a little bit."
Leng Zimo's heart sank. He didn't know the truth of the matter. He just took it for granted that Luo Jun was from a single-parent family, so he naturally felt some sympathy and pity for the little guy.
