They are all children, and they look happy and excited in the face of Wang Yiyi, but Lu Sihao seems much calmer.

He lowered his head and kicked a pebble back and forth on the ground with one foot.

He didn't want to eat a big meal, and even if he was allowed to eat dragon meat now, he wouldn't be able to lift any spirits.

"Sihao, what's wrong? Don't you want to eat?"

Looking at his unhappy look, Lai Ting held his shoulders and squatted lightly in front of him.

"Auntie, I don't want to have a big meal, now I just want my mother, I want to go home, I want to be with my mother. ”

Lu Sihao raised his face, although he was not very old, his facial features were already handsome.

Lai Ting was stunned for a moment, looked at Lu Sihao, and showed a trace of embarrassment on her face, "Sihao, your mother has had some things recently, if you go home now, you may not have time to take care of you." Isn't it good that you're at your aunt's house? With Yiyi's sister with you, you can play games together and go to school together......"

"However, no matter how good it is, it is better to be accompanied by my mother. I miss my mother, I want to be with my mother, I don't need my mother to accompany me, as long as I can stay by her side!"

Lu Sihao shook his head, no matter what Lai Ting said, he just wanted to return to his mother.

Impatiently, Lai Ting called Song Qianqian, and Song Qianqian immediately went to Lai Ting's house and picked up her son, who missed her.

When I got home, I helped my son take a bath and change into his pajamas. Song Qianqian hugged his happy son and squeezed into the small children's bed.

Lu Sihao pillowed his mother's arm, and the expression on his face was completely different from the sad expression he had just finished school.

"Mom, does the wound on your forehead still hurt?"

Song Qianqian stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, her son forgot about the injury without asking her, when she was discharged from the hospital, the bandages on her forehead and head had been lifted, leaving only a small band-aid.

"Sihao, my mother has long been out of pain. Thank you, son, for making you worry about me. ”

Lu Sihao smiled and drilled into his mother's arms again, "Mom, why are you polite to me? You are my mother, I am your son, and it is natural for my son to care about his mother." ”

Song Qianqian heard his son's mature words, his heart warmed, and he grinned.

"Son, you're really getting more and more sensible. ”

As she spoke, Song Qianqian stretched out her hand and tickled her son a few times, which made Lu Sihao laugh and beg for mercy again and again, before she was willing to let go.

"Mom, the teacher will have a parent-teacher conference tomorrow for every child's parents to attend. ”

Lu Sihao's face was flushed, and he looked very cute.

Song Qianqian was stunned for a moment, looked down at his son and didn't say anything for a long time. She wasn't scared of the parent-teacher conference, but she was afraid that her parents would have to attend what the teacher said.

In the past five years, Lu Zihao has never appeared, and now where is she going to find Lu Zihao.

Looking at the red and fluttering look on her son's face, her heart was sour, "Sihao, my mother will definitely go tomorrow." ”

Lu Sihao seemed to have guessed that this would be the answer, and there was no disappointment on his face.

"Well, Mom, where do you say Daddy is now? When will he come back? I miss him and want him to come back and be with us soon. ”

Song Qianqian hugged her son and gently put her head on her son's forehead, her heart was very sad, hearing her son's words, she didn't know what to say when she was sad.

"Sihao, Dad will definitely come back, but he can't come back to accompany us now if he has something to do. ”

"Does he remember us, does he miss us?"

"Yes, definitely. Daddy would be happy if he knew what you thought. ”

"Mom, how can there be people in this world who look exactly the same? Everyone is Uncle Ou and my father look exactly the same, even some small actions are the same. Do you think he's going to be Daddy's twin brother?"

Lu Sihao raised his head and stared at his mother to say the questions in his heart.

Looking at such a simple and lovely child, Song Qianqian smiled, gently dropped a kiss on his son's forehead, and said softly: "Sihao, what about your father, he has an older brother and a younger sister. As far as I know, he doesn't have any such thing as a twin brother. So your conjecture doesn't hold true. ”

Lu Sihao pursed his lips, looking like he didn't understand, "Okay, I'm just wondering, if they are really twin brothers, will they have telepathy? ”

Song Qianqian shook his head, it seems that his son is not in vain in kindergarten, at least he knows how to be a twin brother and telepathy. She felt that she should be happy at this time, at least her son could talk and chat with her like a little adult.

"Sihao, go to sleep, I have to go to school tomorrow. ”

Song Qianqian helped his son pull the quilt on his body, patted his back, and said softly with his eyes closed.

Lu Sihao was very well-behaved, and when he heard his mother's words, he nodded and asked, "Is my mother tired?" I heard Aunt Lai Ting say that our cake shop has encountered a little trouble recently, but my mother doesn't have to worry, all difficulties will pass. ”

Song Qianqian opened his eyes, looked at his son's dark and bright eyes, and felt a burst of excitement in his heart, "Son, thank you, my mother knows and believes that all the difficulties now will pass." ”

Lu Sihao smiled, two deep dimples appeared on his immature face, "I'm happy to see my mother like this, go to sleep, tomorrow we will dress up and go to the school for a parent-teacher conference." ”

Song Qianqian nodded, hugged his son tightly and closed his eyes.

In the quiet of the night, even a single leaf falling seems to disturb the silence until now.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the temperature is slowly starting to rise.

Mo Ling sat next to Ye Xiaodi's bed, no matter how late he worked every day, he would come to the hospital at night to accompany Ye Xiaodi. Tell her about what happened in the day, and will also help Ye Xiaodi massage her somewhat stiff limbs.

Five years have passed, and no matter how windy or rainy, he has maintained that habit without moving. Although he and Ye Xiaodi did not hold any engagement ceremony, in his heart, Ye Xiaodi was his wife.

It's been five years, and there will definitely be many women around him who want to climb his big tree, but he never gives other women a chance, just like Lu Zihao said before, his heart is very small, so small that he can only fit a woman.

Looking at Ye Xiaodi, who was lying on the bed, motionless, Mo Ling's face did not have the slightest sadness, he felt that he was extremely lucky at this time. At least the woman he loves is still in front of him, but what about Song Qianqian? She doesn't even know whether Lu Zihao is dead or alive now, and where he is?

"Xiaodi, you must have heard about the shallow dessert house, don't worry, I will definitely help her deal with it. ”

Mo Ling pressed Ye Xiaodi's legs, and his technique became more and more skillful. In order to massage Ye Xiaodi, he specially invited the best masseur in the city to teach him massage techniques.

"Xiaodi, I've seen Ou Yixuan, that kid is really exactly the same as Lu Zihao, but he is not Lu Zihao after all. ”

At this point, there was finally a sad look on his face. His good brother, good comrade-in-arms, disappeared like this for five years, and until now, there is no news.

In the night sky outside the window, there are countless bright stars, like a big black cloth, which is full of small silver-white lanterns, flashing and flashing, very beautiful.

Soon, the moon sets and the sun rises high.

The bright sun shines on the early risers, giving off a beautiful light.

Song Qianqian, as usual, got up early in the morning to make breakfast and urged his son to get up.

Before half past seven, Song Qianqian finally led his son Lu Sihao out of the house.

Coming to the underground garage, the two put their things in the car and drove towards the kindergarten with a grin.

Because the current time is the rush hour for work, not long after going out, Song Qianqian's car was blocked in the long convoy.

Song Qianqian looked up, and the long convoy was like a long dragon, blocking the water in front of him.

Looking at a small road on the side, she suddenly remembered that when she was stuck in traffic jams before, Lu Zihao drove her across this path, although the road was not very wide, but it was more than enough for a car to pass.

"Sihao, sit down, Mom will take you through the path next to you, you know? That path, but your father took me through it back then. ”

As soon as he heard this, Lu Sihao's eyes were about to pop out, and he hurriedly pulled the seat belt on his body, and shouted excitedly: "Okay, Mom, I'm ready, let's hurry up." ”

Song Qianqian nodded, reversed, put the gear, hit the steering wheel on the right, stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight to the side road.

Lu Sihao, who was sitting in the back, looked excited and shouted happily: "yes, it's so funny, I actually walked the road that my father walked." ”

Song Qianqian drove the car, her eyes were looking at her son from the rearview mirror, looking at his excited expression, her heart was also happy.

A child is a child, just take him on the path that his father used to take, and he can be happy like this. Song Qianqian understands that his son misses his father, very, very much.

Soon, the car crossed the trail and drove onto another avenue, which was fortunately not blocked at all.

Looking at the time, it was still sufficient, and it was definitely not a problem to arrive at the kindergarten on time.

Just after Song Qianqian thought about it just now, with the loud sound of "bang", the steering wheel in her hand suddenly became uncontrollable, turned around and crashed into the side of the road.

"Sihao, hold on to ......"

Song Qianqian tightly controlled the steering wheel, and did not forget to tell his son to pay attention to safety.

Song Qianqian exerted all his strength, finally controlled the car, and parked safely on the side of the road.

She gasped for breath, and her face had already turned pale. Looking out of the car, she suddenly understood a sentence: What is happiness and sadness!