Dinner was a bit quiet.

The sound of cups and saucers, within the permissible range, even Seryosha, who was only seven years old, did a good job, he just looked a little unhappy.

Originally, after dinner, when the mother and son were alone, Seryosha would always talk to his mother, and he had a lot to say to his mother, but now, he found that this qiē had changed.

The mother became like another father.

"I'm full." The boy whispered, some of his aggrieved eyelids were red, like a small squeamish bag, but he tried to hold tears in his eyes, stubbornly unwilling to fall.

In the home of a government official, it was not allowed to leave the dinner table early, and Karenin never encountered this problem.

"Seryosha, it's rude to waste food."

"But I'm full." Seryosha whispered.

"You have affection. Judging by what you eat on a daily basis, it's clear that you're full' isn't true. Karenin pointed out that he also put down his knife and fork, and that he was not used to talking when he held it, that was not in order.

Children are always a little affectionate, not to mention, although Karenin is sometimes a little strict, compared to many Russian upper-class men, he has always been more tolerant than others in the role of father.

There are not too many contradictions between father and son.

If you have to say it, maybe it's just less of the warmth of an ordinary family and more dogma.

In the past, compared with his mother's warmth, Seryosha always had something to rely on, but now, a seven-year-old boy suddenly felt very lonely.

This loneliness is completely expressed on his face.

He subconsciously looked at his mother, who was just seriously studying the pickled cucumber.

An angry feeling appeared in Seryosha, a good boy, and he left the table without saying a word.

Karenin looked at his son in amazement.

Again, a problem he hadn't encountered.

Karenin finally took this as something that needed to be taken seriously.

"Anna, Seryosha has affection."

"Of course he will."

Anna finally looked up and settled the matter of the pickled cucumbers, and now she had a valid reason not to eat them.

As a loving mother, she needs to solve the problem of her son's flirtatious affairs.

Therefore, she smiled sincerely: "Alex, although Seryosha is a good child, he is not a little white rabbit, the kind that has no temper. ”

"I seem to be being blamed." Karenin furrowed his eyebrows slightly, but when he made this expression, it was really stern and scary.

"The child always needs the comfort of the mother." Anna smiled slightly, and then gracefully left the table.

In this family, the work of father and mother is very clear.

Karenin thought for a moment, then picked up his knife and fork again and ate all the food that belonged to him, but much faster than usual.

"Clean up, Kearney." Karenin wiped his lips and said.

A.T. Kearney didn't say anything when he saw the rest of the food left over from his wife and young master, but then ordered a manservant outside to take it to the alley.

Seryosha's bedroom.

Anna went in, and the boy was not like all the wayward children of seven years old in the world, as she thought, lying on the bed because of his temper, and even forgetting to take off his shoes in a puff.

Seryosha just sat on the chair at the desk, sulking aggrievedly with his arms on his pillows.

"May I come in?" Anna said with a smile, she had thought that when she opened the door, she would see that Bambi, who was bursting with tears, did not appear.

Seryosha got up, he half-turned, looked at Anna with big blue eyes, and then said with a little choked: "Of course you can." ”

He looked like he needed a hug, and Anna felt she could give it to the other.

Seryosha hugged his mother, and in this embrace, his anxious feelings were well healed, after all, he was not a very greedy child.

"Don't you love me?" Seryosha asked sadly.

Anna thought for a moment, then bent down slightly and kissed the top of the boy's head.

"I'm your mother, Seryosha, and of course I love you."

This is actually a bit flattering, as a current character, he naturally loves children. But Anna herself didn't have such an old son before.

The nature of animals stems from the endocrine effects of pregnancy and childbirth, and progesterone causes them to behave like motherly love, but humans? She wasn't sure, maybe it could be due to love. Maybe.

Seryosha twitched, his eyelids were still a little red, but he looked much better.

He let go of his hand and sat a little upright.

A reserved and self-disciplined child.

Anna smiled genuinely this time, stroking the boy's somewhat curly hair.

It's like a reward, and Seryosha is like one of those big-eyed puppies, docile, cute, and rightfully proud.

"Today Mr. Brown said that my French has improved significantly." Seryosha said awkwardly, and then looked at Anna secretly, as if she was carefully observing something.

Clever imp. Anna laughed inwardly.

"You did a good job, Seryosha, I'm proud of you."

The big-eyed boy looked completely happy, his cheeks flushed, and he told Anna that he had a little homework left, and that he had decided to finish it.

Naturally, Anna would have agreed with him.

It's good, a smart and worry-free kid.

When Karenin came to his wife's bedroom, he found the latter combing his hair in a good mood.

"How's Seryosha doing?"

Karenin had a book in his elbow, and he was supposed to finish the remaining fifth of his reading today, but events at dinner made him decide to postpone it for a while.

"He's fine, it's just," Anna paused, then looked at Karenin, who frowned, pulled up a chair and sat down, and the book lay on the table, indicating that what he had thought would be a five-minute delay would now be extended to at least fifteen minutes.

"He seems to want to have a snowball fight, or build a snowman, just like someone else's father and son." Anna lied without blushing.

She likes smart and self-disciplined children, so he thinks Seryosha deserves his own reward, and it's not an exaggeration to satisfy him once in a while, but she doesn't want to make a mess of a snowball fight on a snowy day.

Karenin was wrong, she didn't like snow.

Only people who live happily ever after love stories like sad stories, cold winters, and the like......

Karenin was slightly surprised by Anna's phrase "like fathers and sons in other people's homes," but he didn't say it.

"According to my observations, there will be a very thick snow tonight, and the weather will be very cold, which is not the best for Seryosha's health, he may get a wind chill." Karenin still said calmly.

"Okay, Alex, I'll sue him, after all, you're right." Anna feigned sadness and said that a mother would always feel sad about rejecting her son's request.

There was silence in the air for a moment, and then Karenin's somewhat stereotypical voice rang out.

"Let me think about it."

Karenin wrung his eyebrows, and he stood up and paced on the plush carpet of Egyptian cotton wool, and after about two minutes he relented: "How is his French class?" ”

"Very well, Mr. Brown complimented him."

Karenin nodded, then pondered for another minute, and finally he picked up his book, clipped it back to his elbow, and said: "Then he can play for two hours, and tomorrow I will be back two hours early." ”

Karenin gave Anna a goodnight kiss and left.

The latter continued to sit on the stool, combing his black hair, except that the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.