Two men, one large and one small, sat on the piano bench together, one holding out his left hand and the other holding out his right hand.
"Let me start!" Luo Xiaoqian walked over and took a look at the two people who were ready, "Let's start!"
Luo Jun has listened to Luo Xiaoqian's CDs of Leng Zimo countless times, and he is very familiar with the piano in them. Of course, he is even more familiar with Leng Zimo's own music.
Although it was the first time for the two to collaborate, there was no feeling that they were out of tune.
One left hand, one right hand, the coordination was perfect.
"Perfect!"
When the song ended, Luo Xiaoqian immediately applauded the two of them.
"It would be great if my dad could play as well as Uncle Zimo!" The little guy said with a longing look on his face.
Leng Zimo touched his little head and said, "If Uncle Zimo were to be your father, would you be willing?"
On the side, Luo Xiaoqian couldn't help but feel worried when she heard him suddenly ask this question.
Unexpectedly, Luo Jun nodded without hesitation, "Uncle Zimo can be my godfather, so I will have two great dads!"
Luo Xiaoqian was a little stunned, but Leng Zimo chuckled with satisfaction, "Okay, then we've decided. From now on, don't call me Uncle Zimo anymore, but call me dad, okay?"
Now that Luo Xiaoqian has decided to be with him, he should work hard with her to solve Luo Jun's obstacle as soon as possible.
Leng Zimo knew that Luo Jun was no longer a chaotic child who didn't understand anything. He was now somewhat sensible. If he wanted this little guy to accept him, Luo Xiaoqian's efforts alone were not enough. He must also work harder.
Just fine.
"not good!"
The little guy immediately refused.
Luo Xiaoqian was afraid that Leng Zimo would be sad after hearing this, so she frowned and said, "Momo..."
Leng Zimo was still smiling, and raised his hand to make a gesture to her. He smiled and touched the little guy's head, "Since you want Uncle Zimo to be your godfather, why don't you call me?!"
Luo Jun raised his face and said, "Uncle Zimo, I'm sorry, I want to leave my first 'Dad' to Dad!"
"It's okay!" Leng Zimo gently stroked the little guy's face, "Uncle Zimo is not in a hurry."
The little guy raised his face, looked at the gentle look in his eyes, and naturally put his little head into his arms, "If only Uncle Zimo was my biological father!"
This man was handsome and gentle, was kind to him and his mother, and played the piano well... He completely fulfilled all the little guy's fantasies about a father.
Feeling the little guy's attachment to him, Leng Zimo naturally hugged him with his left arm, his palm as gentle as a father patting his back, "Although you are not Uncle Zimo's biological son, in my uncle's heart, you are
Closer than my biological son, no matter you call me uncle or dad, uncle will love you just like dad!"
Looking at the looks of the father and son, Luo Xiaoqian just felt distressed in her heart.
This is unfair, both to Leng Zimo and Luo Jun.
Or maybe it's time to tell them the truth.
She thought secretly in her heart.
After a while, Leng Zimo released the little guy and said, "It's getting late. It's time to go to bed. Uncle has an injury on his hand and can't help you take a bath. Go take a bath with your mother, and then Uncle Zimo will tell you a story, okay?"
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The little guy raised his head with a smile on his face, and Luo Xiaoqian came over, took his little hand, and led him into the bathroom.
