Song Xixi half lay on the bed, stroked his stomach, and whispered softly: "Little guys, you see how much Dad cares about us, and he rushed back from the laboratory so late, you must be obedient, you know?" ”

Hearing the knock on the door, Song Xixi looked up at the door, and Song's father's voice passed through the door: "Xixi, Dad lit a candle for you." ”

"Dad, come in." Song Xixi shouted, she couldn't see anything in the dark, she forgot to charge her mobile phone, and now there is only 20% of the electricity left.

Father Song pushed open the door and walked in with a candle carefully.

The faint light of the candle became the only light in the darkness, and Song Xixi just watched, watching the candle illuminate the wrinkles at the corners of Song's father's eyes and gray hair.

Father Song's eyes were very focused, and he slowly came in with the firelight, he put the candle on the bedside table, looked at his daughter with concern, and sighed a little emotionally for a while: "Now I'm still afraid of the dark, when I was a child, it thundered and rained, I worked overtime in the unit, you cried and called me to come back, and now I want to be a parent." ”

Song Xixi remembered what happened when she was a child, and now that her father is really old, she suddenly felt a little sour, and she took Song's father's hand: "I remember several times, when you came back, the electricity came." ”

"At that time, the unit was far away from home, and the leaders did not let people go."

Song Xixi leaned on Song's father's shoulder, smiled happily, and remembered when he was a child: "But many times you came back with candles, lit candles to accompany me, and told me stories." ”

"yes, I've told you a lot of stories."

Father Song smiled, the bedroom door was open, and the sound of the door opening could be heard.

Dad Song stood up, took his mobile phone and walked out: "Is it your mother coming back, I'll go and see, don't you see something tripping." ”

"Well, don't trip over it." Song Xixi instructed and gently stroked his stomach.

At this time, the two little ones in her stomach were still kicking around, making a lot of trouble.

Dad Song walked to the door, the mobile phone light shone on it, and he was a little surprised to see the person at the door: "Huanhuan, aren't you in the laboratory?" Why did you come back so late? ”

Tang Zhihuan took the umbrella to the kitchen and explained to Song's father: "There is a power outage at home, I am worried about Xixi, so I rushed back." ”

"Oh, Hee-hee is fine, in the bedroom."

Father Song smiled, relieved that his daughter had a man who loved her so much.

Song's father also knew that he couldn't make a light bulb, so he went back to the guest room, and said while walking: "You go take care of Xixi, I'll go back to the room and call her mother, the whole community is out of power, there is no street light, let her call me when she comes back, I'll go downstairs to pick her up." ”

Father Song closed the door of the guest room.

Tang Zhihuan took off the down jacket on his body, there was still some rain on it, although the air conditioner at home was stopped, there was no ventilation, and the temperature was still very warm.

There were candles in the bedroom, some of which were bright. Tang Zhihuan walked in and saw Song Xixi half-lying on the bed, smiling sweetly in the soft candle halo, like a child.

"Husband, I miss you so much." Song Xixi opened her hands and wanted to hug the man in front of her.

Tang Zhihuan walked to the side of the bed and stared at her gently, but did not step forward to take her into his arms: "I still have cold air on my body, wait a while." ”

Song Xixi's eyes were warm, and he asked with concern: "Are you cold?" ”

"It's not cold."

The man put his hand to his mouth and exhaled, exhaled for a while and pasted his face, and only then did he pull Song Xixi's warm hand when it was warm: "Is the child in the belly well-behaved?" ”

Song Xixi said "um" for a moment, and said with a sweet smile: "It's very noisy today, I may not have heard my father tell a story for two days, and I want to hear my father tell a story." ”

Tang Zhihuan took off his shoes and went to bed, hugged Song Xixi in his arms, pinched the corners of the quilt, stroked her towering belly with warm hands, and said softly: "Do you miss your father, then your father will tell you stories, you are obedient, don't let your mother be tired, okay?" ”

After the man finished speaking, the originally intense fetal movements slowly became relaxed.

His eyebrows and eyes were much softer, and by the candlelight, he gently kissed Song Xixi's side cheek, and began to tell a small story softly: "Today, Dad will tell you the story of a little seahorse, you have to listen carefully......"