Nine-year-old children naturally have their own little plans in their hearts.

Dad hadn't visited him once in such a long time, and he thought he didn't like him, but he didn't think that he had always loved him.

Not only that, but also made so many preparations for their arrival.

Lu Chen almost happily forgot that he should stand on the same front as his mother, his little hand tightly held the man's big hand, and happily visited every place.

Sometimes I was too excited, and I spit out a long string of English to prove my excitement.

Su Jia stood at the door, looking at the two figures inside, one big and one small, with a smile on her eyebrows.

Although she was a little dissatisfied with her son's change of position so quickly, she was happy to see that their father and son could get along amicably.

Xu is implicated by blood relations, and the two are extremely similar in their walking postures, but there is a big difference and a small difference.

Moreover, it was Lu Chen who was bouncing around, but Lu Yanhe's steps were very stiff, and he walked heavily and cautiously step by step.

Su Jia stared at it for a long time, and finally laughed in a trance.

The dark pains, the ups and downs, the displacement and the lack of a home have all gone away.

In the future, only the years will be quiet and the present world will be stable.

There's them, there's her.

……

Late at night, everything is silent.

In the study, Lu Yanhe was silent and didn't say a word, and the information in his hand weighed like a thousand catties.

His eyes were terrifyingly gloomy, like a devil who hadn't seen the light of day in years.

All consciousness was lost in his mind, and the whole person fell into a pale chaos.

His slender fingers pinched the papers fiercely, and the expression on his face had stiffened for a long time, and it had not changed in the slightest.

In those materials, there are pictures of her.

She stood in Chinatown and held her other little hand, smiling happily.

The child standing next to him seemed to be an unbearable lightness in his life.

That little figure, inherited the contours of his eyebrows and eyes, inherited everything between them.

The little face is tense, as if he is a little dissatisfied, and he should have inherited his awkward personality and does not like to take pictures.

But even though there is no joy, it is not difficult to see the joy on his face because of his mother by his side.

In this photo, he looks much younger than he is now, he should have been taken three or four years ago, when he was only five or six years old.

One hand held her hand, and the other hand posed in a silly "yes" pose, with cold eyebrows and eyes, and it looked like a sense of disobedience.

Lu Yanhe's hand holding the information was repeatedly forced, and the bones and joints were almost exposed.

He tried almost all his best to stabilize his emotions.

After a while, the man who was lost in the depths of his memory finally regained some of his remaining sanity.

He raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and smiled silently bitterly in his heart, "Heh......"

No, not only the heart, but also the eyes, are becoming more and more bitter.

Before, he thought that what he had missed was only nine years, the journey of her life from immaturity to maturity.

At the time, he was still amused, it doesn't matter if he misses it, as long as the final ending is that they are together, the process can be any way.

He willingly made up for it, making up for his absence from the time of her life.

But he never thought that he missed far more than that.

He missed everything from birth to adulthood for his son. ()

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