He's not one to say sorry.

"Why do you say you're sorry?" An Ge quickly reached out and climbed onto his back, "No matter how long I wait for you, I'm here, don't think too much, just do what you want." ”

When her words fell, the person was hugged tighter.

An Ge smiled faintly and hugged him with his hand.

Quan Mo is a very special person, no matter how indifferent he is on the outside, but his heart is delicate and sensitive, she doesn't want him to look forward and backward, she wants him to do what he wants without hesitation.

——★——★——★——★——

At night, An Ge slept with him in the twelve-year's small room, and the small lamp illuminated the whole room, warm and welcoming.

Twelve is not like sleeping obediently as usual, and it is a little sticky.

Ange told one story after another, telling it so that he was a little sleepy, and Twelve still looked at her very energetically, waiting for her to tell one.

"Do you still want to listen?" An Ge asked, half-lying on Twelve's cot with a storybook in his hand.

"Listen."

Twelve said, his eyes silently watching her.

"Okay, I'll talk about one more then." An Ge reached out and took Twelve into his arms, turned a new page and continued to tell the story, "In the forest, there is an elephant walking, and it meets a vicious hunter......"

A few stories from the past.

Twelve still looked at her with unusual spirits, not sleepy at all.

After talking for three hours, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening, An Ge was sleepy, his upper and lower eyelids were constantly glued together, but he still insisted on telling the story, "By the river, there is a pony walking, and a deer drinking water......"

"Bang."

The door was opened.

Quan Mo was wearing a nightgown, his black eyes swept towards the mother and son on the bed, and his handsome face was slightly dissatisfied, "Why doesn't he sleep yet?" ”

"Maybe I'm in good spirits today, and I've been listening to stories."

An Ge said with a smile.

"Listen to a three-hour story?!" Quan Mo glanced at Twelve, and Twelve fell into An Ge's arms, looking at him calmly and calmly, without much expression on his little face.

"yes."

"Don't talk about it, your voice is going to be hoarse." Quan Mo said coldly, walked to the edge of the small bed and sat down, put his hand on An Ge's slender leg, and his eyes fell on Twelve's body, "I'll tell you a story." ”

Someone shared the work, and An Ge was of course willing, and hurriedly offered the storybook, "Then you can tell him quickly." ”

Her throat was smoking.

"No, you don't." Quan Mo put away the storybook and threw it aside, looking at Twelve with dark eyes, "You lie down first, and I'll talk about it later." ”

"Okay."

Twelve was very obedient, and when he heard the words, he got out of An Ge's arms, lay down, and waited for the story.

It was also the first time that An Ge had heard Quan Mo tell a story to his son, as if he had never told it to Xiao Anxia, so he sat up straight with his legs crossed, looking at him expectantly.

Quan Mo sat on the edge of the bed, a face looked soft in the warm light, not as indifferent as usual, he looked down at Twelve, cleared his throat, and said word by word, "On the mountain, there is a wolf walking, and it meets a sheep ......"

How all stories start with a walk.

"And then?" Ange waited intently for the following.

Quan Mo glanced at An Ge, who was more interested in listening to the story than Twelve, and said, "Then it ate that sheep." ”

“……”

Eaten?!

“……”

"You're done?" Seeing that Quan Mo stopped his voice, An Ge couldn't help asking, "Did the mother sheep come to save the lamb later?" ”

"How can I save it after eating, the mother sheep will come at most the wolf's next meal." Quan Mo said indifferently.