Chapter 119

Yan Xiaobao has not always believed that parents are in love.

Xiaopang said that if you sleep late and late, you will see your parents kiss. But he never saw it, so he made up his mind to stay up very late, until he couldn't hold on. Yanxi and aheng didn't kiss each other.

But they were very kind to him. They always look at him with a smile, always looking at him, not at each other. Every time, he didn't eat carrots and played hide and seek with his father around the table, which made him angry. He just stretched out his hand and made a gesture of beating him. When he fell down, he just pinched his cheek and ate his remaining vegetables. Every time, his mother taught him to write big characters, he deliberately rubbed all the ink on her face and clothes, and his mother always held his hand in a good temper and continued to write.

As a four-year-old boy, Yan Xiaobao shoes are very sad. He felt that his father and mother just to give himself a complete home, just have to endure humiliation.

He was very anxious. Although he did not know why the four-year-old boy was anxious, his small back still left such an impression on the kindergarten teachers.

The first day, boys and girls tug of war, ah yo, yo yo, Yan Baobao stares at snow white in the fairy tale illustrations.

The next day, boys and girls eat snacks, ah baa, baa, Yan Baobao stares at Cinderella in the fairy tale illustrations.

On the third day, the boy in the middle class and the boy in the big class fight in groups. They say that the baby stares at the big eyes lonely and looks at the little fat who is knocked down by himself.

On the fourth day, Mr. Yan was called to kindergarten.

"Why hit other children?" Mr. Yan specially wore a black frame flat mirror before, trying to be mature and asking his son kindly.

Yan Baobao lowered his head, sucked his nose and did not speak.

Mr. Yan frowned and apologized to xiaopang's mother: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang. I'm so sorry today. I'll educate him well when I go back."

Mrs. Zhang was very angry: "my little fat, at home, his father and I are reluctant to beat him, even to the school by your children hit, how do you teach children? Not so good

Mr. Yan's eyes flashed a cold light, suppressed his temper and said gently: "don't say you, we are at home, and we have never been willing to beat the child. As you can see, not only is xiaopang's face hurt, but also my son's face is scratched. This is just a fight between the children. Please don't take it too seriously. "

Mrs. Zhang was more angry: "OK, OK, let's go. Let's go to the headmaster. My husband just donated a building to the kindergarten a year ago. If your son doesn't apologize today, I'll let the headmaster dismiss him!"

Mr. Yan said that he was helpless and coughed: "Mrs. Zhang, the children are still young. Don't let them learn this ethos."

Yan Baobao's mouth turned: "I won't apologize, I'm not wrong, I'll never apologize!"

Mrs. Zhang was furious: "let's go. Today I have to ask the dean to be fair and not to dismiss your son. My son is not here yet!"

Mr. Yan picked up the flat mirror, big eyes clear light, a smile: "are you sure?"

The mother of the gardener pinched a cold sweat when she sent the father and son away.

Mrs. Zhang burst into tears: "I fought with you today. My family donated a building to you. As a result, wuwuwu, you can see that he looks good and bullies us."

In addition to your home, the kindergarten is donated by their family

Mr. Yan slipped his son home and put it on the sofa. He said coldly, "start to review now. Otherwise, I will eat takeout today."

Yan Baobao's index finger is opposite, curling his small mouth, half a day to raise his big eyes: "I hate you, bad Yan Xi, I hate you, bad Yan Xi, bad Yan Xi, ah Heng is not at home, you bully me, I hate you!"

Mr. Yan sneered: "very good, take out, eat instant noodles."

Yan Baobao stood up from the sofa and raised his head: "it's not my fault. Why should I review it? Xiaopang pulled my hair, so I didn't cry. He pretended

Mr. Yan took off his suit coat and took a plain look at him: "OK, there's no instant noodles. Just sit here. When do you want to understand, go to the studio and find me."

Then, turn around.

Yan Baobao threw the pillow on the sofa to his father's back and cried: "I know, you don't want me, you don't want ah Heng, you don't love me at all. Xiaopang says you never kiss aheng, you're going to find a stepmother for me!"

Mr. Yan pauses for a moment and walks towards the study without looking at his son.

Yan Baobao began to cry, sitting crying, walking crying, lying down crying, rolling crying, the voice is getting louder and louder, the tears big eyes are staring at the study, but the door of the study is closed dead, there is no movement. Finally, I couldn't cry any more. I climbed onto the tea table on the stool and called my mother. I pressed and pressed: "ah Heng, ah Heng, ah Heng, I'm not Yan Xisheng, am I?"

Mrs. Yan is in a meeting. She shrinks under the long table and says, "well, you are not born of him."Yan Baobao choked: "I knew that I was going to find my father."

"Ah, Hello, hello?"

Yan Baobao hangs up the phone, picks up the toys, carries the schoolbag, and slams the door.

Mr. Yan drew for a while, sighed and called Wen's family.

Yan Xiaobao was crying in his grandmother's arms. Soon he saw his uncle squatting in front of him with a moving rabbit doll. He opened his mouth in a jar: "I'm a rabbit, baby. Let's play a game, OK?"

"What game?" she continued to draw in her arms

Siwan manipulated the rabbit to open his mouth: "find out all the bad guys who are close to your father, how about it?"

Xiao Bao blinked big eyes: "how to find it?"

Thinking with a smile: "when he was 19 years old, the woman who first kisses once had something buried under the big tree in your garden."

Xiaobao ran back home and dug under the tree with a toy shovel for a long time before he found an iron box. Hold out to open, inside is a yellow diary, but also with the smell of soil.

Think Guan walked to him: "baby, do you want uncle read to you?"

"However, ah Heng said that it is not good to peek at other people's diaries."

"It doesn't matter. If it's you, I don't think she'll mind."

Siguan opened the diary.

"January 10, 2002, snow. Today, it's my birthday. Yanxi is drunk. It's snowy outside. He kisses me in such a cold season

"January 10, 2003, overcast. Today, it's my birthday. Yan Xi said on TV that he would be buried in that beautiful place in the future. I don't think I can die earlier than him, so that I can watch him at his grave. "

"January 10, 2004, snow. Today, it's my birthday again. The songs he sings on TV are really good, but they are not for me. "

"January 10, 2005, snow. Today, Yan Xi was forced to kiss his lips by me. Sigh

"January 10, 2006, snow. Today, when I met Lu Mojun, the man at the next table really looked like him. "

"January 10, 2007, snow. When Yan Xi kisses me, he doesn't remember today is my birthday. I wonder why every time he kisses me it's winter, why is every time it's my birthday? Because, this is too accidental, because, not every season is winter, not every day is my birthday

Xiaobao looked at his uncle in confusion and asked, "who is she? Why does Yan Xi always kiss her?"

Thinking with a smile: "Shh, the game is not over. Next, you're going to find another woman. She was only 15 years old when she met your father. However, this woman is more powerful. This time, your father has been secretly in love with her for a long time, but he dare not speak up. "

"How to find it?"

"There's something in your dad's bedside table."

When Xiao Bao sneaked into the house, the door of the studio was still closed.

He crept to the second floor, only to see her standing in front of the master bedroom on the second floor. "Auntie, why are you here?" the little guy was confused

With a lion puppet in her hand, she pinched her nose and said, "I'm a little lion to play with you. I'll give you a hint. The bad woman is hidden in the candy jar." Mr. Yan has a candy jar. All the sugar Xiaobao eats comes from his father.

Xiao Bao squatted down and opened his father's bedside table.

The candy jar is made of white crystal with a picture embedded in it.

The picture shows the dim and long residual candle and "Happy Birthday" with cream.

Xiao Bao sees this picture many times a day, but for the first time he finds that the jar is active and the photo can be taken out. At the back of the picture, there are a few lines.

He took it to SIL: "is that it, aunt?"

Looking at the words at the back of the picture, she said softly: "the woman I took the picture is Yan Xi's love in her life. No one cared for her. When she was 15 years old, she followed me. I felt pity for her and treated her like brothers and sisters. However, I never thought that in the winter of 2001, I had a deep love for this woman. I wanted to kiss her all the time, but she didn't know. And I, though I knew it, was shocked and unwilling to admit it. After that, there were two man-made disasters, a natural chasm and an abyss. Every time she arrived at her birthday, I was deeply distressed, and the medicine and stone did not work. Others all hope to change a woman, but no matter how good other women are, they are not my silly girls, and what can they do for them. From now on, only wish that every birthday, she can be with me, drink a bottle of wine, eat a pot of sweet, intimate to sparse. It was written in 2008. "

Xiaobao cried: "who is this woman? Yanxi wants to kiss her

"Look for your father, baby, and let him tell you."

Yan Baobao holds the diary and photos and opens the door of the studio.

Yan Xi turns his head, looks at his son, smiles and puts down his brush.

Yan Baobao twitched and pursed her lips: "I hate you. You and a lot of bad women have kiss, but never Pro aheng, I hate you."Yan Xi raised eyebrows: "Diary girl and photo girl, aren't they?"

Yan Baobao glared at the eyes that occupied half of his face: "who are they? Why do you want to marry ah Heng? Why do you want to give birth to me? Why don't you marry them and give birth to other boys?"

Yan Xi tore off the white cloth just covered in the huge oil painting. With the wind blowing in the summer, the woman in the oil painting is holding a sleeping baby in her arms. Her voice, face and smile are lifelike.

Mr. Yan pinched Xiaobao's nose and laughed: "the diary girl's surname is Wen, and the photo girl I call her ah Heng, and the woman in the picture is one person. Do you understand that? Silly boy

Xiaobao wrinkled his nose and after a long time, he blinked his eyes and threw himself into Yanxi's arms: "Yan Xi, you love ah Heng, don't you?"? Yan Xi, you love me too, don't you? "

Yan Xi picked up his son and looked at it for a long time, and chuckled ungratefully: "stupid, who is it like?"

"Ah Heng said," I was not born to you. "

"Nonsense, can I be born? Me? Of course you are born by aheng

"You and ah Heng never look at each other."

"Even if I don't look at your mother, I know where she is and what she does. We've been together since we were very young. She's been a part of my body."

"You and ah Heng, they just look at me."

"I don't know what your mother thinks, but if you're not born to her, I promise I won't take another look..."

"But, however, you and ah Heng never kiss each other. I stayed up very late and didn't see you kissing."

"Son, you said very late, late, at 8:30 in the evening?"

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