At night, Qi Jun refused to sleep.
He only played with the newly bought pistol and played the police and thief game with Hong Luoyu in the living room.
What made me feel even more uncomfortable was that Hong Luoyu was a policeman and Qi Jun was holding a pistol.
Thief Scenes from the past were rekindled in the mind of Jun, who was slowly growing up.
Some scenes that he had told himself to forget also made people feel stinging.
I couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed Qi Jun's small pistol, grabbed Qi Jun's little arm, and returned to the room.
Qi Jun rarely sleeps in the same room as me.
He may be a little unaccustomed to it.
He tosses and turns, and his little feet always kick me twice from time to time.
"What's on your mind?"
I tried.
I want to talk to Qijun.
"No."
Qi Jun still looked a little angry at me.
He pouted and squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep.
He was locked in a room after returning from the karaoke hall.
He was very unhappy.
For him.
He felt aggrieved.
He just wanted to play daddy's game and didn't want to explain to me.
It's just that this game is really different from other children.
"What if mom goes to find dad for you?"
I asked tentatively.
This is the first time I mentioned him to Qijun.
When Qijun heard what I said, he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at me excitedly, "A father like my girlfriend Xiaoli."
Xiaoli is Qijun’s little girlfriend.
The neighbor's girl, who was slightly older than her, went to preschool, and he told people everywhere that she was his girlfriend.
"What do you think?"
I was a little curious.
What does his father look like in his heart?
In my impression, I have seen Xiaoli's father.
He is pretty good-looking, not ugly, but has more texture between his eyebrows.
"I can't be uglier than Xiaoli's father.
I have certain requirements for my appearance."
Qi Jun pursed his lips innocently and thought for a moment before responding.
"Are you planning to find a new father?"
I was a little surprised and didn't understand why Qijun said that.
"Otherwise, we can't let Xiaoli ask me every day whether Luo Luo is my father or whether Wang Liang is my father.
You can choose one among them, but they are not good-looking.
The good-looking one has a brain problem."
Jun frowned, stuck out his tongue and touched his pink lips, and said with a embarrassed look.
"Wait a minute."
I didn't know how to answer the call.
I quickly got up and ran out of the room.
I went into Wanniang's room and turned on the light and asked, "Mom, what did you tell Qijun?"
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"What do you mean?"
Wan Niang opened her eyes drowsily, full of sleepiness.
"Huo Hanyu, what did you say?"
I asked.
"He's dead, what can you say?"
Wan Niang responded disapprovingly and closed her eyes again, "I'm going to sleep."
I'm speechless, how can I explain this?
This is convenient for educating children.
A slight oversight can lead to problems.
Back in the room, Qi Jun was lying on the bed, fiddling with his small pistol.
"Qijun" I walked over, got into bed and looked at him with a smile.
He raised his eyes and glanced at me, which seemed a little unnatural.
I rarely looked at him like this.
Most of them are angry and ungentle mother images, "What do you want to do?"
He was very defensive.
The last time he looked at him like this was when he was sick and refused to take bitter medicine.
He ran around the house with his penis naked on his buttocks.
He couldn't catch it, it was like a living loach, so I had to gently lie to him that the medicine was sweet.
He seemed a little afraid of my smile and almost rolled out of bed.
"Mom, I'm going to bed.
I'm going to sleep with my grandma."
"I just want to talk to you about daddy issues."
I had to put away my smile and seriously dragged Qi Jun into the bed, covered him with the quilt, and lay down next to him.
Qi Jun seemed to be no longer curious, but I actually kept holding on to the topic.
Perhaps subconsciously, I had to take the initiative to find him, and it was no longer just a reason and impulse to wait.
Perhaps only Qijun can give me this impulse.
After going through many hardships, I am too calm.
Surrender too much to reality.
"Tell mom what kind of dad you think of.
He is your own dad, not the one your mom is looking for for you."
"It should be very tall, very powerful, with muscles, big muscles.
Carrying Xiaoli's father in one hand is as easy as carrying a monkey."
Qi Jun squinted his slender eyes and described it in embarrassment.
He couldn't help but stretch his arms.
She clenched her little hands and clenched her fists as if she was carrying Xiaoli's father.
Xiaoli’s father, did this guy say anything in front of my son?
I was a little angry, but I didn't show it.
After all, it was better to hide this resentment.
It seemed that I had settled a score with this "father-in-law" because my son actually wanted his father to fix him. but.
Qi Jun's description makes me feel helpless.
Thinking about Huo Hanyu's thin appearance, I feel embarrassed all over my face.
"Qijun, don't be so violent, be gentle.
Your father is very gentle."
I smiled naively, trying to induce Qijun's character.
"Really?"
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Qi Jun retracted his little fist and looked at me in disbelief with raised eyebrows, "When they were chatting, I heard that my dad is very fierce."
Well All of a sudden, I was blocked again.
Those clear eyes made me unable to lie.
In fact, if I think about it carefully, how would he be a father if he was still like that?
Was I blind back then?
I quickly changed the subject, "Would you be happy if your father came back from the dead?"
"Mom, are you stupid?"
Qi Jun gave me a mocking eye roll and reached out to touch my head.
"I thought you had a fever, Hong Luoyu, hahahahaha."
He couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh again, "You treat me as a child, how can you live if you die?"
"Okay, okay" I really didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so I extinguished my impulsive spark with a pot of cold water, turned around and turned off the lamp on the bedside table, and said sternly, "Go to bed and I'll take you to kindergarten tomorrow."
The next day, I got up very early.
I discussed with Wan Niang about finding a kindergarten.
After all, it was not a problem for Qi Jun to stay at home like this.
After researching, the area was too remote and there were no kindergartens.
There were only some better quality ones in the city, so I was a little hesitant.
But it seems to be nothing, so what can I do?
The Huo family is no longer here, and they already believe that Qi Jun is gone.
I have worked hard to make money, not just for my children, but for the past two years I have been working in this small karaoke bar.
I'm almost exhausted from this.
I drink as much as a girl sitting on the stage every day.
Everyone has to be flattering and make fun of every occasion.
I went to the kindergarten to negotiate with the principal, and I felt it was pretty good.
The director is very friendly, but it's a bit expensive and the distance is a bit long.
Fortunately, Wang Liang can drive.
It's time to buy a car, otherwise it would be inconvenient to go anywhere.
I remember that I spent more than 400,000 yuan to buy a nanny car, and almost all my savings went into it.
It was pretty good there at that time.
They asked me why I was working so hard, it would be better to buy a house.
I said that the house cannot be taken away, but the car can be driven away.
This is probably the reason I have experienced before.
If I buy it, it will be tied up and can be found at any time.
I may lose a lot of money on the house.
I bought a car because there are decent cars parked in front of the kindergarten where Qijun goes to school.
We can't be worse than others.
In this way, Qijun looked awesome in his school uniform and carried a small schoolbag every day.
He was taken turns to pick him up and drop him off by neatly dressed "drivers" and "bodyguards".
I hope you enjoy such treatment.
You are extremely happy every day and go to school proudly with your chest held high and your little head held high.
Yutong is still strange.
As a mother, I know my son’s nature very well.
I only answered him, don’t you know who gave birth to him?
In fact, I only care about making Qijun happy and want to make up for his lack of a father.
My childhood was very wronged and I don’t want it to happen again to him, but I still have a lot of worries.
But I persuaded myself that there is nothing to worry about and it’s okay.
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That's not right.
Just make him happy.
Huo Hanyu didn't turn bad in that environment.
He would just follow his roots.
Kindergarten was okay.
It was said that to go to elementary school, you may need a household registration, ID card, and other documents.
He didn't have any.
At that time, the management in this area was already strict, unlike when I said that adopted children would be settled.
Although I am still far away from going to elementary school, I can't help but think of Huo Hanyu.
It seems that the idea of finding him is becoming more and more frequent, and the fluctuations in my heart are getting bigger and bigger.
Every little thing can cause this impulse: