Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

When she got up and was about to go to sleep, Yang Mufan suddenly asked in a low voice: "When my son was just born, was his hand really only this small?! So small..."

Hearing this, Mu Wanqing instinctively turned her head to look over, admiring that Fanzheng was half leaning on the head of the bed, not hugging her son's flawless and beautiful hand, and her slender and clean fingers were slowly but forcefully touching the pitifully small handprints. Gently dawdling.

It was as if shaking hands with the newly born An An.

Mu Wanqing was stunned for a while, and finally she sat back on the bed, turned her head and looked at the endless night outside the window, as if she was lost in thought.

After a long time, she nodded slowly, and then said in a low voice: "Well, when An An was born, he was really very small, only three catties and six taels, which is half the weight of other normal babies. He has a bad heart. When I was in the stomach, the nutrition was not absorbed well, and it came out before full term. On the day of delivery, many doctors and nurses said that he could not survive, but An An did not let me down, he survived..."

Although Mu Wanqing felt that it was not good to say this to Yang Mufan now, it was too easy to make people feel that she was using her son's past to win sympathy.

But she felt that if he admired An's father, he was qualified and had the right to know everything about his son.

So she told Yang Mufan everything that happened to Yang Muan from the moment she was born, as long as she could remember.

As the night got deeper and quieter, her voice became softer and softer, full of sweetness and pride that could not be ignored.

She said: "Although An An is in poor health, he is really smart. No matter what he says or does, he can learn it once. I sent him to kindergarten. At first, I was a little worried about his health and his inability to integrate into such an environment. , but no matter what the teacher taught him, he learned it right away. From counting to simple addition and subtraction, he learned it very well. The teacher praised An An every day for being sensible and smart. Do you know?! An An still knows a lot In Chinese characters, he can not only write his own name, but also mine, Xiaoni's, and...yours."

That night, Mu Wanqing talked a lot.

Talking about the scene of admiring Ann calling her mother for the first time.

Talking about admiring the scene where Ann learned to walk for the first time and ran towards her.

Speaking of admiring the scene where An raised his head and asked what "Dad" was for the first time.

Yang Mufan has been silent all the time, listening carefully and attentively to the past of his missing son.

He grew up with admiration Sheng.

He saw with his own eyes that Yang Misheng had grown from a short 50 centimeters to more than 90 centimeters now.

He saw with his own eyes that Wen Xiaorou was hugging Admiral Sheng who had just learned to call "Mummy, Daddy", smiling ecstatically until tears of excitement and emotion filled his eyes.

Although he was also happy in his heart, he was also happy, but...he always felt a little empty and lost somewhere in his heart.

He has never understood why, until today he suddenly realized.

It turns out that he is not a sage, and he doesn't really care about everything.

He still regards Yang Musheng as an adopted son, an outsider.

No matter how good he is to Yang Musheng, he still can't treat him as his own.

While listening to Mu Wanqing telling his son's past, Yang Mufan put his arms around his son and stared at his peaceful and peaceful sleeping face without blinking. Secretly set up one scene after another.

Fantasizing, admiring the scene where he first sees Ann outside the delivery room when Ann is born.

Fantasizing, admiring the scene where Ann was holding him when he grinned for the first time.

Fantasy, admiring the scene when Ann called "Mom and Dad" when she spoke for the first time.

……

Those scenes are really beautiful just thinking about them.

Just how beautiful the fantasy is, how cruel the reality is.

After all, no matter how real the fantasy is, it is only an illusion. After all, he has missed the years that will never return.

Mu Wanqing seemed to sense the emotion of admiration for Fan, she suddenly stopped talking in a low voice.

When Yang Mufan came back to his senses, he looked up at her and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you say anything?!"

Mu Wanqing stared straight at Yang Mufan, hesitated and hesitated, hesitated and hesitated, and finally said: "I borrowed Xiaomin's DV to help my son make a few videos, do you want to watch them?!"

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Three in the morning.

Yang Mufan hugged his son obediently in his arms, curled up into a small ball, and closed his eyes to sleep.

That night, he had a rare dream.

On the sunny green grass, Yang Mu'an, who had just learned to run, rushed towards him, giggling and shouting "Dad, Dad" non-stop.

For a whole night, his son's innocent and immature cries echoed in his dreams...

……

The next morning, when Yang Mufan woke up suddenly, the golden sunlight outside the window pierced the curtains dancing with the wind and fell on his handsome and profound face.

He instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes.

When his brain calmed down a little, he clearly heard such a conversation from the living room.

Mu Wanqing said, "An An, don't speak so loudly, uncle is still sleeping."

Admire An and said: "Uncle is a big slob, he loves to stay in bed even more than An An, he doesn't get up when the sun is shining on his butt, it's embarrassing."

Mu Wanqing sighed speechlessly, and then urged: "Okay, stop whining, go wash your hands and eat breakfast."

Yang Muan asked: "Mommy, do you want Uncle to get up and eat?!"

Mu Wanqing said: "Uncle is too tired, let him sleep a little longer, let's save breakfast for him, okay?!"

Admire An An and said: "Mommy, the sink is so high that An An can't reach it. Help An An move a chair, and An An stands on it to wash her hands."

Mu Wanqing replied: "Now that I know I'm short, I tell you to eat more, but you are picky eaters and refuse to eat. If you are picky eaters, you will always be this short all your life."

Admire An and said unconvinced: "Mum, you are lying again. Everyone says I look like my uncle, and my uncle is so tall. An An will definitely be as tall as my uncle in the future."

Mu Wanqing: "You don't eat, try and see if you can grow as tall as Uncle."

Admire An: "If An An is not tall, it must be because Mommy is not good."

Mu Wanqing asked: "Why is it me?!"

Admire Ann pouted and replied: "Because Mommy's genes are not good, she is so short, which has brought down my uncle's good genes by an unknown number of grades. If An'an is not tall, it must be inherited from Mommy's BAD gene .”

Mu Wanqing was so angry that she was trembling all over: "Yang Muan, your mouth is getting less and less twitching. You don't eat well and grow taller, how can you blame me?! I hate my bad genes?! I also hate my own childbirth. You are such a stinky son. Okay, okay, if you talk back and move the stool to wash your hands, I swear that I will never move it for you. "

Listening to the detailed conversation between Mu Wanqing and Yang Muan, it came vaguely, that she was always capable and never procrastinating, and hated Yang Mufan who was lying in bed today, but she was lazily lying on the bed, not wanting to get up for the first time ...