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Yan Xiaobao has never believed that his parents love each other.

Chubby said that if he slept very late, he would see his parents kissing. But he had never seen it, so he made up his mind to stay up until he couldn't hold it anymore, and Yan Xi and Ah Heng still didn't kiss.

However, they were very kind to him. They always looked at him with a smile on their faces, and they kept looking at him, not at each other. Every time, he didn't eat carrots, played hide and seek with his father around the dining table, and when he annoyed his father, he just stretched out his hand to make a gesture of hitting him, but when he fell, he just pinched his cheek and resigned himself to eating the rest of his vegetables. Every time his mother taught him to write big characters, he deliberately rubbed all the ink on her face and clothes, and his mother always held his hand and continued to write in a good manner.

As a four-year-old baby boy, Yan Xiaobao is very sad. He felt that his parents had been enduring humiliation just to give him a complete home.

He was very anxious, although he didn't know why the four-year-old boy was anxious, but his small back still left such an impression on the kindergarten teacher.

On the first day, the boys and girls tug-of-war, ahh

The next day, the boys and girls ate snacks, baa, baa, babies, and the babies stared at Cinderella in the fairy tale book illustrations with big eyes in loneliness.

On the third day, the baby boy in the middle class and the baby boy in the kindergarten class fought in a group, babbling and fighting, and the baby stared at the big eyes lonely, looking at the little fat who was knocked down by himself, and his parents would kiss him.

On the fourth day, Mr. Yan was called to the kindergarten.

"Why are you hitting other kids?" Mr. Yan deliberately wore black-framed flat glasses before, tried to be as mature as possible, and asked his son as kindly as possible.

Yan Baobao lowered his head, sniffed, and did not speak.

Mr. Yan frowned and apologized to Chubby's mother: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang, I'm really sorry today, I'll educate him well when I go back." ”

Mrs. Zhang was very annoyed: "My family is chubby, at home, his father and I are reluctant to beat him, and when I go to school, I was beaten by your child, how do you teach the child?" So unqualified! ”

Mr. Yan's eyes flashed with a cold light, suppressed his temper, and said gently: "Don't talk about you, we are at home, and we have never been willing to hit the child." As you can see, it's not just Chubby's face that hurts, but my son also has scratches on his face. This matter is just a fight between the children, please don't take it too seriously. ”

Mrs. Zhang was even more angry when she heard this: "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go to the principal, my husband just donated a building to the kindergarten a few years ago, if your son doesn't apologize today, I will let the principal fire him!" ”

Mr. Yan expressed his helplessness and coughed: "Mrs. Zhang, the children are still young, don't let them learn this atmosphere." ”

Yan Baobao pouted: "I won't apologize, I'm not wrong, I definitely don't apologize!" ”

Mrs. Zhang was furious: "Let's go, today I have to let the dean give justice, don't expel your son, my son is not here anymore!" ”

Mr. Yan took off his flat glasses, his big eyes were clear and bright, and he smiled slightly: "Are you sure?" ”

When the principal's mother sent the father and son of the Yan Demon King away, she pinched a cold sweat.

Mrs. Zhang burst into tears: "My mother fought with you today, and my family donated a building to you, but as a result, woo woo, you bully our mother and mother when you see that he is good-looking." ”

The principal's mother is black, except for the one in your family, the others are all donated by their family......

Mr. Yan took his son home and stuffed him on the sofa, and said coldly: "Start the review now, otherwise, eat takeout today!" ”

Yan Baobao's index finger was opposite, he pouted his small mouth, and it took a long time to raise his big eyes: "I hate you, bad Yanxi, I hate you, bad Yanxi, bad Yanxi, Ah Heng is not at home, you just bully me, I hate you!" ”

Mr. Yan sneered: "Very good, the takeaway is gone, eat instant noodles." ”

Yan Baobao's small body stood up from the sofa and raised his head: "It's obviously not my fault, why should I review?" Chubby also pulled my hair, I didn't cry, he was pretending! ”

Mr. Yan took off his suit jacket and glanced at him indifferently: "Okay, the instant noodles are gone, you just sit here, when you figure it out, go to the studio to find me." ”

Then, turned around.

Yan Baobao threw the pillow on the sofa at his father's back fiercely, and cried wow: "I know, you don't want me anymore, you don't want Ah Heng anymore, you don't love me at all, Xiao Fat said that you never kiss Ah Heng, you are about to find me a stepmother!" ”

Mr. Yan paused, took a step with his long legs, and walked towards the study without looking at his son.

Yan Baobao began to cry, sitting and crying, walking and crying, crying on his stomach, rolling and crying, the voice became louder and louder, and his big tearful eyes stared at the study, but the door of the study was closed tightly, and there was no movement. In the end, I couldn't cry anymore, stepped on the stool and climbed on the coffee table to call my mother, and pressed: "Ah Heng Ah Heng Ah Heng, I'm not Yan Xisheng, right?" ”

Mrs. Yan was in a meeting, shrunk under the long table of the meeting, and reflexed: "Well, you really didn't give birth to him." ”

Yan Baobao sobbed a few times: "I knew that I was going to find my own father." ”

"Ah, hey, hey?"

Yan Baobao hung up the phone, packed up the toys, carried the schoolbag, and closed the door fiercely.

Mr. Yan drew for a while, sighed, and called Wen Jiaguan'er.

Yan Xiaobao was crying in his grandmother's arms, but after a while, he saw his uncle squatting in front of him with a moving rabbit doll, and said angrily: "I'm a little rabbit, baby, let's play a game, okay?" ”

Xiao Baowo's grandmother continued to smoke in her arms: "What game? ”

Siwan manipulated the little rabbit and said, "How about finding all the villains who kissed your father?" ”

Xiaobao blinked his eyes: "How to find it?" ”

Siwan smiled: "When he was nineteen years old, the woman he kissed for the first time once had something buried under the big tree in your home. ”

Xiaobao ran back home and dug under the tree for a long time with a toy shovel before he found an iron box. I took it out and opened it, and inside was a yellowed diary, still with the smell of earth.

Siwan walked up to him: "Baby, do you want your uncle to read it to you?" ”

"However, Ah Heng said that peeking at other people's diaries is not good behavior."

"It's okay, if it were you, I don't think she would mind."

Siguan opened the diary.

"January 10, 2002, snow. Today is my birthday, and Yanxi is drunk. The snow outside was so heavy, and he kissed me in such a cold season. ”

"January 10, 2003, cloudy. Today is my birthday, and Yan Xi said on TV that he would be buried in that beautiful place in the future. I thought I couldn't die before him, so that I could watch over him at his grave. ”

"January 10, 2004, snow. Today is my birthday again, and the song he sings on TV is really good, but it is so good, but it is not for me. ”

"January 10, 2005, snow. Today, Yan Xi was forced by me to kiss her lips. Sigh. ”

"January 10, 2006, snow. Today, when I met Lu Mojun, the man at the next table really looked like him. ”

"January 10, 2007, snow. When Yanxi kissed me, she didn't remember that it was my birthday. I'm wondering why it's winter every time he kisses me, why is it my birthday every time? Because, it's too accidental, because, not every season is winter, not every day is my birthday. ”

Xiaobao looked at her uncle in confusion and asked, "Who is she, why does Yan Xi always kiss her?" ”

Siwan smiled: "Shhhh Next, you're going to find another woman. She was only fifteen years old when she met your father, but this woman is even more powerful, this time your father has had a crush on her for a long time, but he didn't dare to speak. ”

"How?"

"Your dad has her stuff hidden in his nightstand."

When Xiaobao sneaked into the house, the door of the studio was still closed.

He tiptoed to the second floor, only to see Sir standing in front of the master bedroom on the second floor. The little guy was confused: "Auntie, why are you here?" ”

Sir held a little lion puppet in his hand, pinched his nose and said, "I'm a little lion who will play a game for you, and I'll give you a hint that the bad woman is hiding in a candy jar." "Mr. Yan has a candy jar, and all the sugar that Xiaobao eats is from his father.

Xiaobao squatted down and opened his father's bedside table.

The candy jar is made of white crystal and has a picture inlaid inside.

The photo shows a faint candle and a cream-stained "Happy Birthday".

Xiaobao saw this photo many times a day, but for the first time he found that the jar was moving, and the photo could be pulled out. Behind the photo, there are a few lines of words.

He showed it to Sir: "Is this it, aunt?" ”

Sier looked at the words on the back of the photo and read it softly: "The woman I took pictures of is the love of Yan Xi's life." She had no one to love, and when she was fifteen years old, she was by my side, and I felt pity for her like a brother and sister, but I never thought that in the winter of 2001, I had been so deeply in love with this woman, that I hated to kiss her all the time, but she did not know it. And I, although I knew, was shocked and didn't want to admit it. After that, two man-made disasters, one was a chasm, and one was close to the abyss, every time it was her birthday, I would be in pain to the bone marrow, and the medicine was ineffective. Everyone else is looking forward to changing a woman, but no matter how good other women are, they are not my stupid girls, and they can't help it. From now on, I hope that every year on my birthday, she can be by my side, drink a bottle of wine with me, eat a can of sweetness, and be close to my relatives. Yan Xi was written in 2008. ”

Xiaobao cried with a sad face: "Who is this woman?" Yan Xi wanted to kiss her. ”

Sir smiled: "Little baby, go to your father and let him tell you." ”

Yan Baobao held the diary and photos and unscrewed the door of the studio.

Yan Xi turned his head, looked at his son, smiled, and put down the paintbrush.

Yan Baobao sobbed and pouted: "I hate you, you have kissed many bad women, but you never kissed Ah Heng, I hate you." ”

Yan Xi raised her eyebrows: "The diary girl and the photo girl, are they?" ”

Yan Baobao glared fiercely at the eyes that occupied half of his face: "Who are they, why did you marry Ah Heng, why did you give birth to me, why didn't you marry them and give birth to other baby boys?" ”

Yan Xi tore off the white cloth that had just been covered on the huge oil painting with one hand, and with the summer breeze blowing, in the sunflower field, the woman on the oil painting was holding a sleeping baby, with a smiling voice and a lifelike face.

Mr. Yan pinched Xiaobao's nose and smiled: "The diary woman's surname is Wen, and I call her Ah Heng in the photo, and the woman in the painting is the same person, do you understand?" Silly boy? ”

Xiaobao wrinkled his nose for a long time before he blinked his eyes and threw himself into Yan Xi's arms: "Yan Xi, you love Ah Heng, right?" Yanxi, you love me too, don't you? ”

Yan Xi picked up his son and looked at it for a long time, and laughed unkindly: "Stupid like this, who is it like?" ”

"Ah Heng said, I wasn't born by you."

"Nonsense, can I give birth to me? Of course you were born by Ah Heng. ”

"You and Ah Heng never look at each other."

"Even if I don't look at your mother, I know where she is and what she does, we have been together since we were very young, and she has long been a part of my body."

"You and Ah Heng are just looking at me."

"I don't know what your mother thinks, but if you weren't born to her, I promise I won't take a second look......"

"But, but, you and Ah Heng never kissed, I stayed up late and didn't see you kiss."

"Son, you said it's very late, is it half past eight in the evening?"