Han Mo looked in the direction of Lao Chen's father and daughter, two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards the sunset, Han Mo couldn't hear what they were saying, and he could see two smiling faces.

The corners of Lao Chen's eyes showed lines of happiness, Xiaoqi was holding her father's arm, jumping as she walked, she was really a ten-year-old girl at this moment, there was no depression, no burden, no maturity that had to be disguised.

And Lao Chen also completely left the assistant police examination behind, those pathetic so-called dignity, the so-called decent profession, what is it, it is not as good as his daughter's happy smiling face, not as good as his daughter's excellent report card, and even less as his daughter's reverence for him.

At this moment, Lao Chen, he is just a father.

Xiaoqi at the moment, she is just a daughter.

In the bustling metropolis, there are tens of millions of people, some of them are in high positions, and some of them live ordinary lives. Some of them have an annual salary of millions, tens of millions, and some of them have a meager monthly salary and a difficult life.

But the world is so strange, but they are irreplaceable in their respective positions in this metropolis.

The city cannot lack the elite talents who will take care of the big companies, and at the same time, there will be no shortage of gardeners and workers who will put the community in order.

There is no shortage of real estate tycoons in the city who turn land into buildings, and there is no shortage of renovation workers who turn blanks into fine decorations.

In each position, they have their own social responsibilities. Aside from this level, they have a more important identity, they may be fathers, they may be mothers, they may be sons, they may be daughters.

If you insist on classifying the profession as high and low, and there will be a lot of controversy, both sides and opposites, standing at the height of morality, there will be many people who will come out to debate, engraved on another identity, and all people are equal.

Their love is equal, their children's care, their filial piety to their parents.

The winter breeze in the northern capital is cold, and the evening is gloomy and cold, but there is this layer of warm air around the father and daughter in front of them, their smiles are so bright, their conversation is so warm, and every step they take is with the warmth of returning home.

Han Mo stood in place, looking at the father and daughter who had gradually disappeared from sight, and his mood could not be calm for a long time.

I don't know how long he stood there, Han Mo retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and took out his mobile phone.

"Shen Fei, we are ready to start work. ”

......

Han Mo didn't go back to Sichen Media, he drove the car directly to his home, and then walked to the Golden Sun Kindergarten.

He has been reluctant to drive to pick up the little one from school, and most of the time, he drives the car home first and then walks to the kindergarten.

It's not because it's hard to park at the entrance of the kindergarten, or because he's too low-key, but because he just wants to take the child's hand and walk around after receiving the little one, or be hugged by the little one from time to time.

Han Mo always felt that while driving, the little guy could only sit in the back row, which invisibly increased the distance between father and daughter, and the big hand held the small hand to walk together, Han Mo enjoyed the process very much.

Although the child is more than four years old, every time the little guy asks his father to hold him, Han Mo will agree.

It's not that he spoils his children too much, but Han Mo knows deep in his heart that there are not many years to hold his daughter in his arms.

You've seen a father who holds a four-year-old daughter and a five-year-old daughter, but it's very, very rare to hold a six-year-old or seven-year-old daughter. How many people have seen a father holding a healthy 10-year-old daughter?

In fact, the closest time between father and daughter is only these few years.

Many parents will complain that their children are still hugged when they are so old, what do they do on two legs, and they can't walk?

Every time Han Mo heard other parents in the kindergarten reprimand his children so harshly, he silently sighed in his heart, not knowing that in another five or even ten years, their children would no longer need them to be held in their arms, unwilling to walk side by side with them, and even the drawers in the room had become a secret and would no longer be allowed to come close.

Will they regret why they didn't hug their children more in the first place, why they didn't talk to them more when they didn't have secrets with them?

Han Mo was the first to stand at the door of the kindergarten, with his current identity, he didn't need to stand in line at the door like other parents, but Han Mo didn't want to make any exceptions, because he liked to see the scene when the door was opened, when Ding Rou read the name of the little guy, she ran towards him like a little rabbit.

Run, accelerate, jump, tightly hook Daddy's neck.

"Dad, I miss you. ”

This is an action that Xuanxuan will have every day, and it is also the line she says every day.

If a person eats the same food every day, he will definitely feel tired, and no matter how delicious things are, he will feel tired of eating them every day, but Han Mo is looking forward to the little guy's lines and this set of actions every day.

Just let Dad hug it, and the little one jumped to the ground.

Rather than being held by his father, the little one prefers to hold his father's warm hand in the cold winter.

"What's new in the kindergarten today?" is what Han Mo asks every time, but the little guy's answer is different every time, which makes Han Mo look forward to it very much.

The little guy didn't have time to think about it and said, "Teacher Ding, let us introduce our favorite things." ”

Han Mo really wanted to know what the little guy liked.

"I love so many things, I love my Barbie dolls, I love my brushes, I love the first dress I designed. "The little one's eyes lit up as soon as he spoke of what he regarded as a treasure.

"Wow, it turns out that we Xuanxuan have so many favorite things. Han Mo pretended to exaggerate his expression.

As soon as the little guy saw his father's expression, he raised his head slightly, and then raised his delicate little eyebrows slightly mysteriously, "I don't have much to say, Xiaohu said more, he said it for five minutes." ”

Han Mo opened his mouth slightly, but after thinking about it, he didn't feel any surprise, because he knew that Xiaohu's kid must have put his favorite strawberry cake on the list.

"Having said all this, what is Xuanxuan's favorite?" Han Mo asked casually.

Although the father asked casually, it was the daily chatting with his daughter, but the little guy could think about it seriously, muttered with a small mouth, and finally seemed to have made a lot of determination, before he said, "I still like the Barbie doll that my grandfather gave me the most." ”

Han Mo smiled and nodded clearly.

The little guy suddenly raised his head and looked at his father with big eyes, "Hey, what is Dad's favorite?"

Han Mo smiled, looked at Xuanxuan gently, and held her soft little hand, "I, my favorite is Xuanxuan." ”

"Daddy......" said the little one with a happy smile on his face.

PS: It's snowing late today, so there's only one chapter. It's cold and the road is slippery, so everyone should be careful when traveling. Pay attention to keep warm, Mo Mo Da~~