Dumpling glanced at Jiao Li with a resentful look: "It's not like you don't know."
He missed his mother so much. Although he had never seen her once, he felt that if his mother was really just traveling away from home, how could he be willing to leave his lovely son at home for so long?
Jiao Li thought for a moment: "Want to see your mother?"
"Yes. But I know that you will definitely say that my mother went away and hasn't come back yet." Dumpling repeated the answer matter-of-factly, and then accused him with disdain: "When I was three years old
My child? So easy to deceive."
Jiao Li laughed: "Of course it's because you're easy to cheat, otherwise why would I lie to you?"
"Father, you are so shameless."
"Well, you are my father's son. If your father is shameless, then you are shameless."
"You - you specialize in lying to children, are you ashamed?"
"You want to hear the truth?"
The father and son actually got into a fight in the corridor.
"I think so. Do you think so?" Dumpling looked at Jiao Li expectantly.
"There's nothing that can't be said. Your mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to you."
His expectant eyes instantly glazed over. Although he is still a child, he also understands the concept of death.
"Mom, kiss her..." Before she could finish her words, her eyes turned red.
Jiao Li tapped his nose with his hand: "So now do you think your mother has gone away or is dead?"
Dumpling bit her lip, with a determined look on her face: "My mother is away from home."
"My dear son, that's right. Don't ask this question again in the future." His tone was doting, which made people really unpredictable.
Dumpling sniffed and nodded obediently: "Yeah."
"Go back to sleep."
Jiao Li hugged him and walked back. It was night in the underground palace, and according to the rules, half of the candles had to be extinguished, but since the dumplings came into being, the place has been brightly lit all year round.
Just as he was about to cross the overpass, Dumpling suddenly pressed his face against Jiao Li's neck and whispered softly: "Father, do you have a portrait of my mother?"
Jiao Li was stunned for a moment, stopped involuntarily, looked at his son in his arms, hesitated for a long time, and said hoarsely: "Why do you ask this?"
"I dream about my mother every time, but I can't see clearly what she looks like in my dreams..."
It turned out to be because of this.
Jiao Li was distracted for a moment because he suddenly thought of Yan Xin'er.
The decision to give up his mother to keep his son had already established that he would not be able to be with anyone in the future, and the same was true for Xuanyuan Mu.
Touching the child's head lovingly, Jiaoli said: "Want to see her?"
"Um."
"Okay, my father will take you there today."
"Okay." The sadness was replaced by joy in an instant. Dumpling happily hugged Jiao Li's neck and kissed him, smiling and saying: "Father, the best."
…
The stone room was opened, and a stale smell hit the room. No one had been here for a long time, and no candles had been lit.
Jiao Li snapped his fingers, and the candlestick that had been lonely for many years suddenly burst into dazzling flames.
Dumpling was not surprised. He was focused on his mother's portrait, searching everywhere with his big dark eyes, and he couldn't wait to urge: "Where is it? Where is it?"
Jiao Li pointed to a wall covered with yellow satin: "Here."
After saying that, he took hold of one end of the satin and pulled it off hard.
In an instant, dust was flying, making Dumpling cough, but when the dust cleared, Dumpling's eyes could no longer move.
