Children under the age of three are much more difficult to care for than when they were first born. They can talk and laugh, run and make trouble, and there are so many problems every day, they are completely curious babies.

They call Mommy, but they don't understand who Mom is. Chu Xiaoxi remembered that when they first could speak, every time An Jingyan called his mother, they had to join in the fun, and Chu Xiaoxi, who shouted, panicked.

Later, Chu Yichen corrected them many times, and they realized that she was not their mother. Their mom is not here now, far away.

In Chu Yichen's home, Gu Xiaoxiao's photos can still be seen everywhere. The wedding photos are still in a prominent place, and they have not changed in the slightest.

When the two little babies go to bed every night, they have to say good night to Gu Xiaoxiao's photo. Chu Yichen told them that Gu Xiaoxiao had gone to work and would come back when they grew up. Children are always easy to deceive, so they believed.

It's winter again, and November is very difficult for Chu Yichen. Because in this month, there are too many memories of him and Gu Xiaoxiao.

It's November again.

It's November again, and now it's November that has lost her.

Chu Yichen stood by the window, staring outside. It was dark, and the first snow of the year came.

"Daddy, eat!"

The child's voice interrupted Chu Yichen's contemplation, he looked down at the little thing on his legs, he slowly leaned over and picked him up, and walked to the sofa.

Chu Muran held an apple in his hand and sent it to Chu Yichen's mouth like a treasure. Next to him, Chu Muqian was playing with toys by himself, looked at them, and didn't join.

Chu Yichen held his daughter in his arms, looked at the time, and felt that it was time for them to take a shower and go back to the room.

"I want to hang out."

Just when Chu Yichen was coaxing Mu Ran, Chu Muqian over there suddenly opened his mouth.

"It's too late, I'll play tomorrow." Chu Yichen frowned and shook his head in refusal.

Chu Muqian's mouth was deflated, he looked at him stubbornly, he didn't even blink his eyes more, and repeated what he had just said.

"I want to hang out."

Chu Yichen sighed and said very seriously: "Look at the time, it's half past nine now." If you go back upstairs to sleep, I'll take you and your sister to the hot springs next month for skiing. If you don't sleep, you can go out and play, but next month, I'll only take one sister, you choose. ”

After listening to Chu Yichen's words, Chu Muqian lowered his head and thought about it, then moved his body and climbed off the sofa.

The little short leg slowly landed, probed, and stepped on the slipper. No longer looking at Chu Yichen, he twisted his little butt and walked upstairs.

"Dad, what's a hot spring?" Hugging Chu Yichen's neck, Chu Muran asked curiously.

Chu Yichen hugged her, walked slowly behind Chu Muqian, and replied in a low voice, "Take a bath." ”

"So are we soaking in the hot springs every day?"

Still didn't quite understand what "hot springs" was, Chu Muran pouted and was not very happy.

"Of course not, the hot springs are much more comfortable than this."

Back in the room, carrying the two to bed, Chu Yichen lay beside them, took the storybook on the side, looked through it, and chose the story to be told to them today.

"When is Mommy coming back to see us?"

Chu Muqian turned his head to look at the photo on the bedside table, and after looking at it for a while, he threw Chu Yichen such an unanswerable question.