When sleeping at night, Dumpling and Xuanyuan Mu shared a tent. Xuanyuan Mu helped Dumpling change into sleeping clothes and then tucked him into the quilt.
Dumpling suddenly took his hand: "Father King Mu..."
This is the first time Dumpling calls him that.
Xuanyuan Mu's heart seemed to have been hit hard by something.
He couldn't explain what it felt like.
"What did you just call me?" Xuanyuan Mu reached out and touched Dumpling's face, his tone low and hoarse.
Dumpling whispered: "Father King Mu."
Xuanyuan Mu laughed softly: "So you know everything."
He always thought that Dumpling didn't know about Jiao Li's existence, but he didn't expect that this child knew everything.
As if feeling Xuanyuan Mu's special emotions, Dumpling quickly climbed out of the quilt, hooked his little arms around Xuanyuan Mu's neck, and nestled in his arms like a kitten: "Father King Mu... I'm fine
I miss...I miss Jiaoli, my father."
Xuanyuan Mu immediately tensed up, and where Dumpling couldn't see him, he showed a hint of sadness.
Everyone misses Jiao Li. Hahaha.
So who is he?
"Father King Mu, can you ask Father Jiaoli to come out?" Dumpling raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Mu longingly.
He hadn't seen Jiao Li for a long time and really missed him.
The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he pretended to be casual: "Do you miss him very much?"
Dumpling nodded honestly: "Yeah."
"he died."
Dumpling's eyes widened in disbelief, and the expression on his face seemed to be frozen by something.
His reaction was much stronger than Xuanyuan Mu expected. Dumpling was silent at first, then gradually started sobbing, and then turned into howling.
The childish voice was filled with endless sorrow, and Xuanyuan Mu felt very uncomfortable when he cried.
He could do this for Jiao Li. If he died one day, would Dumpling be so sad?
He laughed at himself for his naivety.
Huang Tu's hegemony has not yet succeeded. If he dies, wouldn't everything he has done before be in vain?
Xuanyuan Mu hugged the crying dumpling tightly and comforted him softly: "Don't cry anymore, you still have Father Mu."
Dumpling yelled at the top of his lungs: "I want Jiaoli's father... wuwuwu... give me Jiaoli's father back..."
Xuanyuan Mu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he asked Dumpling a question with a smile: "If you were asked to choose, if you can only choose one, you want Jiao Li. Or me!"
Dumpling gradually stopped crying and looked at Xuanyuan Mu blankly. He was so young and didn't understand the meaning of choice.
When you choose one, you have to give up the other.
But Dumpling didn't understand, so he asked innocently and romantically: "Why do you have to choose one instead of having both?"
"You can not have it both ways."
Fish and bear's paw?
Dumpling rolled his eyes.
"Then I choose bear paws!" How can fish be as delicious as bear paws?
Xuanyuan Mu smiled and touched his son's head: "In your heart, Father Mu must be a fish, right?"
Dumpling shook his head quickly: "Fish won't slap my butt."
"Oh?" Then he is Bear Claw?
"Father King Mu, I just want to know if Father Jiaoli is really dead." Dumpling sniffed and asked pitifully.
Xuanyuan Mu took a deep breath: "He is not dead yet."
"Oh, that's great." Dumpling cheered and beamed: "As long as you don't die, that's fine. I'm going to sleep, father."
