When Jiao Li opened the door, Dumpling had an indignant look on his face, and his little hand holding the pen was clenched tightly, wanting to poke a hole in the paper on the table.
Gu Xilai raised his eyes and saw Jiao Li sneaking in quietly. Just as he was about to salute, Jiao Li raised his hand to signal him to be silent.
Jiao Li clasped his hands behind his back and approached seemingly casually, but his eyes were always fixed on the little boy who was burying his head behind the desk.
"...I was told last night that I didn't have to write about the morning lessons last month, but today I was asked to write... Sigh... Children have a hard life, no, a child without a mother has a hard life." Dumpling wrote on the paper.
I brushed and copied while sighing sadly.
Usually at this time, Gu Xilai always had to offer some words of comfort, but today he was silent.
Dumpling rolled his eyes while writing: "Uncle Gu, don't you think so?"
Gu Xilai coughed lightly: "Little Prince, in fact, to a certain extent, your unwillingness to write about morning lessons has nothing to do with whether you have a mother or not."
"Who said no? If the young prince and I had a mother, how could my father dare to treat me so harshly? Humph... A child like you who has never had a mother since he was a child will not understand." He sniffed and started writing furiously again.
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Gu Xilai was choked for a long time and couldn't find the words to answer.
This is not the first time that this brat has made me laugh and cry.
Jiao Li had already approached unknowingly. He was so skilled in qinggong that even an expert might not be able to notice his presence, let alone a child.
As soon as I lowered my head, I saw what Dumpling was copying.
Dragons and phoenixes dance, and all kinds of things come to life.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at this writing... Even he, a father, can't stand it.
Dumpling seemed to sense something. He raised his neck and his dark pupils fell right into Jiao Li's smiling eyes.
"Humph..." The little guy lowered his head and continued writing.
Being ignored by his son, Jiao Li was not annoyed. He leaned against the desk and said, "Why are you so angry?"
The child's face was full of disdain: "Isn't that a gift from my father?"
Jiao Li smiled, his eyes narrowed: "What does it have to do with father?" It must have something to do with Xuanyuan Mu.
"You're here less. You say one thing and do another every time. You said it well yesterday and you don't have to do any homework you missed. Who would have thought that you would fall out in the morning and not only do you want me to make up for it, but you also don't allow me to see my mother.
"The crisp childish voice sounds very stern, but the pink and jade little face, no matter what kind of expression it shows, is extremely cute.
Jiao Li said "Oh" thoughtfully and reached out to touch his son's head: "What did I tell you?"
Dumpling looked at his father with great disdain and continued to write his own poem.
Although he is young, he understands one thing. This is what Jiao Li and Xuanyuan Mu jointly instilled in him. Since you want to accomplish something, you must work hard to complete it. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, but
If you are taking a chance, it is absolutely unacceptable.
Therefore, Dumpling no longer expects his father to take back his life.
"Father, don't disturb me anymore. If you continue like this, I won't be able to finish copying until tomorrow morning."
Jiao Li rubbed his fingers playfully, and suddenly a ray of fire shot out from his fingertips and hit the pile of paper he had just copied.
The evil door of fire can actually burn books without hurting anyone.
ps: Because my home network is disconnected today, the upload is a bit late. Please forgive me.
