His eyes were also sour.

Zanzan's heart at this time seemed to be holding back a lot of energy.

He slowly stretched out his little hand and pushed the small dish of shrimp out, and his immature voice was stubborn, saying, "I don't like to eat shrimp." ”

Zhang Yuanxiao watched the little hand push the small dish shrimp away, the child did not look up, but his attitude seemed to be very firm.

Zanzan, don't want the shrimp he peeled.

He suddenly realized it.

Suddenly, a scene from the past in my mind came to mind.

At the same table, three-year-old Zanzan, who finally learned to use chopsticks skillfully, secretly observed and found that his father seemed to like to eat pork ribs.

The little chubby hand holds chopsticks and picks up a piece of ribs.

The white and tender bun had anticipation and nervousness on his face, and the ribs were still relatively heavy, and he almost fell off, but the child was still stable.

The ribs were placed in Daddy's bowl.

The child's eyes said, "Dad, I'll clip it for you." ”

His eyes were full of anticipation, full of hope that his father would praise him, and his clear eyes were bright, as if they were full of stars.

Just the next second.

The ribs that were originally in the bowl were pinched out and placed on another plate, and that plate was specially used for leftovers, leftover bones, fish bones, and other things.

The man's voice was cold and indifferent, with impatience and disgust, "I want to eat myself, you better take care of yourself, don't always eat food all over the table, I have my own hands and feet, and I will clip myself if I want to eat." ”

The man's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the ears of the child.

The child looked at the plate in amazement, there were bones and fish bones in the plate, and at the top was the most meaty piece he had picked, and the largest piece was for his father's ribs.

The child's eyes blinked, and for some reason, they suddenly turned red.

He hurriedly lowered his head, as if he could go down to the dust, and the stars that were originally bright under his eyes dimmed.

The child was even more silent.

Recalling this, Zhang Yuanxiao's heart suddenly ached.

You can't blame the children, they deserve everything.

Forget it, let's take our time.

The rest of the table was silent, and none of the three of them spoke.

Aunt Sun looked at this scene and sighed in her heart.

Although she knew that Zanzan's would refuse, she didn't blame Zanzan, but she still took pity on Zanzan's child.

She could feel that Zhang Yuanxiao had changed today and wanted to be close to Zanzan.

That small dish of peeled shrimp is a gesture of goodwill.

But Zanzanzan, but pushed it away.

Aunt Sun knew that she couldn't blame Zanzan, although Zanzan, who was only five years old, she had been rejected too many times by Zhang Yuanxiao's father in the past few years, and she had suffered a lot of injuries.

That's why Zhang Yuanxiao's overtures and closeness are so rejected this time.

But, after all, it was his father.

Who doesn't crave the love of his father, especially Zanzan, who is only a five-year-old child.

Aunt Sun sincerely hopes that Zanzan's love can be loved by her father.

It's a pity that she's just a nanny, and there are some things that she can't talk about.

Some knots also need to be untied by their father and son, and they need time to untie them.

Until the three of them finished eating, the small dish of shrimp was still there.

After Zanzan's push away, Zhang Yuanxiao didn't clip it.

When it was time to clean up the table, looking at the small dish of shrimp, Aunt Sun still put it in the refrigerator.

After Zanzan's meal, he went to build the building blocks again, and then watched cartoons, and after Aunt Sun helped him put out the water, he also went to take a bath by himself.

Not long after taking a shower, it was time for him to sleep.

At this time, the child was lying on the big bed, lying on his back, with his hands behind his head, looking at the ceiling, his delicate little face wrinkled slightly, as if he was struggling with something.

Zanzan's mind kept coming to mind the look of the bad dad when he pushed the little dish of shrimp away tonight.

Bad Dad didn't say anything, and Zanzan, he didn't look up, but he secretly saw and saw Bad Dad's drooping head and eyes.

Although there is not much change in expression on his face, Zanzan's emotional perception is very sensitive.

I don't know why, he can read sadness and sadness from the emotions of the bad dad at that moment.

Did he make the bad dad sad and sad?

Zanzan turned over, his little hands tugging at the quilt.

He thought that he should be happy to be angry with the bad father and make the bad father sad and sad.

Can......

Zanzan's chubby hand rested on his chest, and his eyelashes drooped.

He should be happy, but here he is sullen and sour.

He didn't seem to be happy at all.

He remembered the little dish of peeled shrimp again.

Bad dad knew that he liked to eat shrimp, and he made shrimp tonight, although he didn't eat any of the shrimp tonight, but he knew that it must be delicious.

As soon as the bad father sat down, he didn't eat directly, so he peeled the shrimp for him first.

However, he lied, saying that he didn't like shrimp and pushed them away.

Thinking of the bad father's drooping head at that time, Zanzanzan suddenly felt as if he had become a bad boy.

Zanzan's side was lying on the bed, his mouth pursed into a straight line.

And where are the shrimp now?

Aunt Sun shouldn't have thrown the shrimp into the trash.

Thinking of this, Zanzan's heart was even more depressed.

Turning over and over, Zanzan's can't be relieved.

Eventually, he made a decision and he got out of bed.

The little one's white feet put on their little shoes, and like a little mouse that moves secretly, he gently pushed open the door.

The hallway was quiet, but not dark.

Because Zanzan gets up from time to time to go to the toilet at night, even at night, there will be a small light in the corridor on the second floor.

It's not very bright, but it's not so bad that you can't see the road clearly and you fall.

On the first floor, there will also be a small orange energy-saving lamp at night.

That is Jiang Qingdai's habit all along, she is timid and insecure when she is young, and she is used to having a small lamp to accompany her even when she sleeps.

I don't want to be pitch black when I wake up at night.

So, the small lamp actually started when the villa was sold by Jiang Qingdai, and it would be lit up at night.

Aunt Sun knew Jiang Qingdai's habits, and she was afraid that sometimes when she came back at night, the living room would be dark, so even if Jiang Qingdai didn't come back, the small light on the first floor was still on.

This also gives Zanzanzan's convenience.

At this time, Zanzan in Ultraman's blue pajamas tiptoed downstairs from the second floor.

With every step, he would look left and right, like a little mouse about to steal oil, as if someone had been discovered.

Finally, he made it to the first floor.

The first floor was quiet, except for the small orange lamp that was still emitting a faint warm light, and no one else was there.

Zanzan knew that at this point in time, Aunt Sun should be asleep.

With round eyes, his gaze fell on the room where Aunt Sun lived, and the door was closed and there was no movement.

No one found him either.

So, at the stairs on the first floor, a small furry head poked out.

Then the little one took a step and went to the kitchen.