The Perfect Hidden Marriage

  682, Unexpected Marriage 5 The interaction between father and son 　　　　 Kuang Meiyun took a breath of air unconsciously.

  God, the imagination of this child is really too powerful.

  In fact, there is only such a three-point image, and he can actually connect the two closely.

   "Holmes?"

  Peng Bairan bit these four words and asked Kuang Meiyun in doubt, hoping that she could give herself an explanation:

   "What do you mean? Have you painted him a Sherlock who looks like me?"

  But she didn't hear about it.

   Kuang Yin walked over to the pale mother, his eyes became extremely warm, and finally, he held his mother’s thigh and shook it gently:

   "Mom, is he father? Mom, I want to know, is he my father, is he..."

  The child is a child after all. As soon as he has an idea in his heart, how can he bear it, he immediately yelled out.

  Peng Boran was deeply shocked by the child's behavior.

  Yes, the word "daddy" that came out of the child's mouth was filled with shocking eagerness and excitement, which deeply shocked his heart.

  At this moment, he felt distressed for the first time, but he was so eager to seek the truth for this child.

  Because he knows that behind longing is a child's deep expectation of his father.

  Because, this kind of desire, he also had: many years ago, he lost his father, it was a helpless loss, the distance of death is a distance that no one can close. As for his child, he obviously has a father, but he has never enjoyed his father's love before, thinking about it, and apologizing suddenly arises.

  At the same time, Kuang Meiyun was also deeply shocked.

  The little guy seldom expresses his desire for his father in front of her, and at this moment, she can really feel the weight of the father to the child.

  One hand gently stroked her son's head. She was deeply entangled in her heart. Even though she was reluctant to give up, when this moment came, she could not selfishly prevent the father and son from acknowledging each other.

   "Yes, he is your father. Xiao Yin, your father is looking for you..."

  In the line of sight, the child's extremely clear big eyes lit up slightly.

  The little guy was overjoyed, but he didn't show ecstasy. Instead, he was worried, and cast his eyebrows to look at the man who looked at him deeply:

"But Mom is not happy at all. Mom, is Dad a big badass and bullied you? If he is a big badass, I definitely don't call him Dad. I only need my mother. We can live without a father. Very good, right..."

  The strong hostility made Peng Bairan astonished. It is really unexpected that this child should maintain and care about his mother so much.

But if you think about it carefully, it's normal. After all, their mother and child have been dependent on each other for so many years, and the relationship is naturally deep. But his father suddenly appeared, wanting to make people like him as a stranger immediately. It's too possible.

  Emotions, it always takes time to accumulate slowly. He knew this truth by himself.

   Kuang Meiyun was shocked: She knew that her son was very sensitive, but she didn't expect him to be so sensitive, and she knew how to protect her as a mother. While being moved, I couldn't help but feel distressed again.

"Mother……"

   Kuang Yin looked worriedly:

   "What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

  In order to prevent the child from deep thinking, Kuang Meiyun immediately raised a warm smile, stroked her son’s face, and explained:

  "Your dad is not a big bad guy... Doesn't Xiao Yin like Sherlock Holmes? Your dad is the contemporary Sherlock Holmes. His specialty is solving crimes. Isn’t it great?"

  She will not do things that discredit others in order to protect her own interests, so she tells the truth.

  In her opinion, the image of her father should be very tall, not to mention that his profession itself is very positive, and it is necessary to answer truthfully.

  These words drew a deep glance from Peng Bairan: This woman obviously didn't like his arrival, but it was good to be able to say this to him in front of the child.

   "Modern Sherlock Holmes? Really?"

  Kuang Yin’s little face, deep suspicion emerged, and he turned his head and looked at it again, with a look of scrutiny:

   "So, is he a policeman?"

   "No, he is not a policeman, he is a well-known expert in solving crimes."

  "A case-solving expert?"

   Kuang Yin bit these six words, his eyes rolled:

   "Mom, didn't you say that you couldn't find him? Now, how can you touch him so thoroughly?"

  Oh, no, I shot myself in the foot!

  A certain mother was very depressed. She was caught by her son if she was not careful. So, in front of this little guy, I really can’t talk nonsense.

  Peng Bairan heard it with joy: Without him, this little monster is too sensitive.

  Well, because the child’s mother just spoke for him, he, the child’s father, of course was saved.

  "Your mother only knew about it through the phone call with your mother before I got here."

"Yes?"

  Kuang Yin still expressed doubts.

"Yes."

  Kuang Meiyun took a sigh of relief and immediately responded.

   "Is that mom found dad, or dad found mom?"

  Kuang Yin asked again.

  The problem is really not average.

   "Of course Dad found Mom."

  Peng Bairan replied.

   Kuang Yin squinted a glance and mumbled:

   "Really? Then why didn't you find it before?"

In the words of   , there is still a strong sense of distrust.

   "Because the world is so big, I want to find someone in the vast crowd, it's like finding a needle in a haystack... Have you seen the sea?"

  Peng Bairan squatted down and asked him questions.

   "I have seen it."

"Is it big?"

  "Boundless and boundless."

  The adjective used by the little monster is very appropriate. A small mouth is really good at talking.

  "Want to find a needle in the boundless sea, do you find it easy?"

"not easy!"

  Kuang Yin imagined the ratio of the sea to the needle, and his momentum became a little shorter.

  “It’s also very difficult to find someone in the crowd.”

"Oh!"

  After the analogy, he expressed his understanding, nodded, and then stared at him:

   "You really are my dad."

"Um."

  Peng Boran nodded seriously.

  The faint smile gave his stern face a touch of kindness.

   "Call Dad!"

  Kuang Meiyun glanced at the man and gave a low encouragement on the side.

  Kuang Yin stared at it for a long time, before his bright eyes called out:

"dad……"

   was crisp, loud and bright, making Peng Bairan's heart beat.

  The next moment, he stretched out his hand to embrace the soft and waxy little monster, and immediately smelled a fresh smell of milk.

  Heh, he, Peng Boran, actually has a son. This feeling is really **** weird and strange.

  However, he does not seem to reject such a feeling.

  He smiled warmly, and gently squeezed the slippery face of the little monster:

   "Now you can tell me your name!"

   "Didn't mom tell you?"

"Tell me! But I want to hear from you. I have introduced myself just now. Out of politeness, should you say something? Isn't there an old Chinese saying that goes and is not indecent? "

  He hooked his nose.

  The little monster replied while rescuing his nose:

   "My name is Kuang Yin, the one of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin..."

   "Oh, I found out that you actually have the same name as Song Taizu...Why, do you want to be a little emperor?"

  He scraped the little monster’s nose again, teasing gently.

  The little monster giggled, and the little hand slowly climbed onto his unusually resolute face:

   "Yes, yes, grandma said, I am the little emperor of the family."

  Peng Bairan caught the little hand that caused layers of strange sensations on his skin, and his heart was occupied by a wave of strange soft emotions: the feeling of interacting with his son was really amazing. When he didn't pay attention, a faint smile appeared on his face.

   "It's cold outside, or go upstairs!"

  The sun gradually set to the west, and the wind blew over, as if it was getting colder and colder. Kuang Meiyun glanced at Peng Boran’s rare smile and gave a soft suggestion.

  From her position, this man looks good when he smiles.

   "Yeah, Dad, let's go home!"

  The little monster held Peng Boran’s hand without fear at all, and then cried out in surprise:

   "Dad, your hands are really big, much bigger than mom's hands..."

  Peng Boran was stunned by the boy’s sentence "Let’s go home", and after hearing the last sentence, he hurriedly answered:

   "Of course, because my mother is a woman, my father is a man... Dad is still much taller than your mother... In the future, Kuang Yin will be as tall as his father..."

  He grabbed the child's arm, lifted the sturdy little monster easily, and sat on his shoulder.

  The little monster has never played such a parent-child game. While screaming and holding his father’s head, he smiled excitedly and called out:

   "Dad, your strength is so great..."

   "Of course, a man will have a lot of strength..."

   is so natural.

   "Hehe, I've never played like this before."

   "Then how many times will Dad carry you while you are not so heavy that Dad can't afford it?"

"Yeah……"

  The little monster screamed happily, sat there, holding his father's head tightly, and sighed slightly as he looked up:

   "Dad, it’s so tall to sit here... I can see far away..."

   "Of course, if you want to go a long way, go to the next level, have you learned..."

  "I haven't learned yet. Dad, what does that mean..."

"That is to say, if you want to see further, you have to stand tall enough. In this way, your knowledge will be broader... To quote in life, you have to learn enough and experience enough. If you have more, you will know more..."

"Oh I see……"

  Kuang Meiyun looked at him in a daze, feeling mixed, his son got his wish and has a father, so he doesn’t know how this extraordinary dad will deal with their father-son relationship.

  *

   After arriving home, Kuang Meiyun opened the door in front of her and turned to the humanity behind her:

   "Come in! But the house is a bit crowded. I'm afraid you won't be comfortable."

  In the kitchen, the aunt heard the sound and yelled:

  "Why did it take so long? Has the salt been bought? I have to come down to find your mother..."

The voice stopped suddenly, because she saw Kuang Yin leading a tall man in. He looked very cold and was looking at the furnishings in their home with a critical look. Everywhere she looked, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she didn't know what it was. mean.

   "Xiao Yin, who is this?"

  Auntie couldn’t help but asked softly.

   "Auntie, who do you think he is?"

  Kuang Yin always asks rhetorically when talking.

  "Hello. Aunt, is that? My name is Peng Boran."

  Peng Boran introduced himself very kindly.

  As for his identity, let a woman explain it herself!

  Auntie is a little confused: "Mr. Peng, hello, you are..."

It is not easy for her to look at this man, her eyes are like torches, her bearing is extraordinary, and her whole person exudes an awe-inspiring accent. She is not angry or prestigious. That face can easily give people a sense of oppression---feeling Not a good person to deal with.

  "Auntie, he..."

  Kuang Meiyun stroked her bangs that had been disturbed by the wind, passed the salt over, and explained:

   "He is Xiao Yin's father."

  The aunt suddenly stared at her eyes as big as a camel bell.

  Kuang Yin, I didn’t want to hear what the adults wanted to say, so he pulled Peng Bairan into his room: "Dad, I have something to tell you, will you come to my room..."

"OK……"

  Peng Boran let him go, and was pulled into his room in three or two.

  *

  Kuang Yin’s room is really small, but it’s tidy and clean.

A small bed with neatly folded quilts; a small kitchen with his small clothes hanging; a dozen of Sherlock Holmes novels and some stationery on a small desk; a corner on the ground, There is a small cartoon carpet on which is a model of a semi-finished aircraft carrier that has not yet been assembled.

   "This is your room?"

  This size is smaller than his usual bathroom.

"Correct."

   Kuang Yin nodded, and found that the room became much smaller as soon as his father walked in. Looking up, his father was so tall.

   "Dad, sit down."

  He pulls him to sit.

Peng Bairan sat on the small bed. The small bed made a creaking noise. He was surprised to hear him. After making sure that it would not collapse, he dared to take the little monster into his arms. Inside, sat on his lap and looked at it carefully.

  This child is so good-looking, with beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth. He is really a cute and lovely child.

   "Kuang Yin, shall we get to know each other?"

  To get along with each other, we have to understand each other from the most basic.

   "How can I recognize it?"

   he asked curiously.

  "We ask each other a question, and then answer it. In this way, we can increase our understanding little by little..."

"it is good……"

   "It's starting now..."

"Um!"

   Kuang Yin nodded his head heavily, his short black hair bounced a few times, especially shade.

  Peng Boran held the child’s small hand, considered for a while, then asked:

   "What is Kuang Yin's favorite dish?"

  "Salt and pepper...prawns..."

   "Really? I like it too..."

"Really……"

   Kuang Yin cried out in surprise:

  "I especially like the taste of salt and pepper."

   "Me too. Now I'm asking for Xiao Yin."

   "Well, what am I asking..."

  Kuang Yin stared at the ceiling and turned his mind before asking:

   "What is Dad's favorite color?"

   "Big red."

   "Really, really? I like red too..."

  His shiny eyes pointed to the red dress on his body:

   "It's this color, and it's very festive to wear."

   "Yes, special celebrations will make people happy. Then, what subjects do Kuang Yin like to study..."

   "I like them all... I think they are all interesting. My aunt said that I can't be partial to the subject... Now I'm asking, is Dad really an expert in solving crimes?"

  Kuang Yin is particularly rare about this matter.

   "Hmm. It's okay."

  "Then can you teach me how to reason, how to solve the case?"

  The scorching light in Kuang Yin’s eyes became more and more dazzling. After speaking, he shook his head again:

   "No way, no way, I have to test you first to see if you are bragging..."

  Peng Boran laughed lowly:

   "Okay, take the test as you like..."

  Just like that, they said a lot.

  Father and son, although they have never met each other, the inheritance of genes in their bones has made them appear surprisingly similar in their daily habits and various daily preferences. And this similarity gave Peng Bairan more love for this child.