Chapter 1702： Happy New Year (3)

The cold night and the lively sky formed a sharp contrast.

Qin Anlan took Ye Muyun to look from a distance, watching the lively blooming in the sky.

"So beautiful." Ye Muyun whispered, "Mum must also like it very much."

Qin Anlan probed his hand and picked up his son to make his vision higher.

After a long time, he murmured: "Yes, your mother likes it too."

It's just that they separated within a year or two, and even if she liked it, they couldn't stand together and admire the fireworks.

Ten or so fireworks are set off in turn, and the sky blooms beautifully again and again, but after the display is over, the rest is all lonely.

Qin Anlan stood for a long time before lowering his head and looking at his son, "Will you go back to sleep?"

Ye Muyun rarely listened to him, "I want to call my mother."

He just finished speaking. When his father's body stagnated, he sighed softly after a long time, "Mu Yun, it's late, my mother is already asleep."

"Aren't we sleeping?" Xiao Muyun asked, reaching up to Qin Anlan's waist.

He looked like he was usually deserted, but a child who longed for his mother.

Qin Anlan couldn't bear no matter how hard his heart was, so he took out his phone and gave it to Mu Yun.

In fact, how could he not know that Mu Yun could make a call on his home phone by himself. He was just looking for a chance to enjoy the feeling of having a mom and dad. How could he bear to touch his heart?

Mu Yun took the phone, squatted there with a small body, the voice was also small when talking, and looked at Qin Anlan from time to time.

Qin Anlan was flashed by that little eye, and silently walked aside, silently placed a cigarette.

Xiao Muyun talked for about ten minutes, then came over and returned the phone to him.

Qin Anlan looked down and hung up.

"What did you say?" He asked with a cigarette in one hand, took a sip, and walked home with his son in his arms.

Mu Yun snorted vaguely, "Dad, I want to sleep."

After speaking, the little cheek pressed close to Qin Anlan's waist, as if he was going to sleep.

Qin Anlan patted his little head, helplessly funny and angry, this child!

Hugging the little guy upstairs, lightly covering him with the quilt, Xiao Muyun secretly opened his eyes.

Qin Anlan laughed angrily and stretched out his hand to pinch his small face, "Okay, I'm going to bed, or I'll be slapped."

Xiao Muyun snorted, hugged his sister as if holding a small toy, and bowed his head to kiss.

Qin Anlan's heart softened and he covered the two with quilts.

As he was about to leave, Mu Yun's voice rang softly: "Dad, will Mom come back?"

Qin Anlan's body stiffened, and after a long time, he smiled gently, "She will always be your mother."

Mu Yun didn't say anything, and said goodnight carefully.

Qin Anlan went back again and kissed the little guy on the cheek: "Good night."

Get up, a pair of small hands embrace him.

The child has a long body and long small arms, hugging him, lightly...

Qin Anlan felt unwilling to give up and couldn't bear it.

Mu Yun never makes trouble, nor asks him, but it doesn't mean he doesn't want his mother.

And he was merciful to her many times, and he couldn't say that he didn't consider the child.

After staying with the little guy for a while, Qin Anlan walked out lightly after he fell asleep.

He walked into his mother's bedroom and stayed alone for a long time, looking up at the pictures of Qin's mother before her death.