Everyone in the world respectfully calls him "Little Prince", except dad, who calls him "A Bao" every day.
He has grown up, and calling him his nickname is really just to make him laugh to death.
"In this way, if your mother comes back, she will be able to recognize you at a glance."
Si Mobai looked at the starry sky and said slowly.
As soon as he mentioned his mother, Simutian immediately lost interest in discussing the baby name and the correct name.
With a dark face, he picked up the chopsticks, put the vegetables in the rice bowl, and handed it to Si Mobai, "Eat quickly. , otherwise if you become thinner and ugly, your mother won’t recognize you when she comes back.”
Speaking of which, over the years, Si Mobai has lost a lot of weight because of his constant search for Feng Tianlan.
His skin color, which was originally as white as jade, is now a bit dark.
And he, who was originally energetic and happy, now looks depressed and sad.
There are many, and you can tell at a glance that he is a man with stories.
Si Mutian sat aside and watched Si Mobai eat quietly.
When he put down his chopsticks, he began to clear away the dishes and began to listen to Si Mobai's love story with his mother for another day.
Si Mutian put away the bowls and chopsticks and boiled tea aside, listening to him quietly and making tea for him.
"Abao, no one remembers your mother, and neither do you."
After Si Mobai finished speaking, he looked up at the stars in melancholy.
Si Mutian looked at the stories that Si Mobai had been telling for five years.
He let out a long sigh and filled the tea cup with tea.
His childish voice sounded old and serious, "Dad, mother is dead.
Just don’t look for it.”
Five years have passed, and my father's appearance has not changed.
He is as cold and stern as ever, but with more traces of time and sadness.
"Your mother is not dead."
Si Mobai looked at Si Mutian fiercely, "Your mother and I signed a life and death contract.
If she dies, I will die, and if I am still alive, then she must be still alive."
"Dad" Si Mutian shouted angrily, "Mother is dead.
As you said, mother is really so powerful that she brought you back to life.
Then maybe she forcibly terminated the contract.
Don't deceive yourself.
Mother is really 's dead" For many years, he had been following his father, coaxing him, because he was afraid that his father would not look away and follow his mother.
But after so many years, it’s time for dad to wake up and not live in the past, which is still a past that cannot exist.
He wanted to believe the story about his father and mother, but since no one in the world remembered his mother, he couldn't believe it either.
"Abao" Si Mutian stood up abruptly, his young and heroic face full of anger and distress, "Dad, wake up quickly, that is your fantasy, just a dream of yours, a dream that only you know, and the world I don’t even know, so don’t waste time on this anymore.
Can you open your eyes, open your heart, look at your son, think about your son, I have taken care of you since you were three years old until now, can you take care of your son?”
In the God's Realm, he was almost four years old.
He was still naive and believed in everything his parents said.
Now he has been in the Feng family for many years.
He has grown up and has his own judgment.
He believed his father's words, but he really didn't want his father to remain immersed in the sad past.
People should move forward.
Beautiful and happy memories should be remembered with joy, not sadness.
Si Mobai watched Si Mutian flinging his sleeves angrily and walking away, a little startled.
Since when did that soft, milky-smelling little Abao grow so tall?
If Lan'er sees it, she will definitely be happy.
Where is Lan'er: