Fate didn't have time to refuse, Dad had already spoken.

He pointed to the stone steps not far away, and there seemed to be a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The first time I saw your mother, it was in that place, on that stone staircase. I was running on the playground and your mom was sitting there with a pen in her hand and I didn't know if she was writing or drawing. When I looked up at her, she happened to be looking at me, and she smiled at me, as if she wanted to say something, but I ignored her and went straight out of the other exit of the playground. ”

Yuan Yuan hooked his lips and smiled, as if he had listened to what his father said in the past.

"Mom must have liked you at that time." He said with a smile, his eyes looked at his father's face, and found that there was a rare happy smile on his father's face, as if he had returned to the years of his youth.

Mo Yixuan continued: "Later, every time I ran or played here in the evening, I could see your mother, and she was still the same as when I first saw her, holding a notebook and drawing something. There were two times when I tried to go over and say a few words to her, but it didn't happen. Your mother didn't go down that stone staircase, let alone come to greet me. ”

Yuanyuan, "Mom painted you, Dad......" Although Yuanyuan is still a teenager, he can guess what his parents thought at that time after reading a lot of literary works, that was the embryonic stage of love, and Mom must have a crush on Dad, so he always sat there secretly and painted Dad.

Yuan Yuan looked at those stone steps, and he could think about the picture at that time.

At that time, my mother should have been very young, just a 20-year-old girl, because she loved a boy, she didn't dare to confess, and she didn't dare to pursue, so she came to the playground on time every day, just to draw a portrait of the boy she liked.

Mo Yixuan nodded at you, "Yes, your mother has been secretly drawing my portraits, drawing many, many pictures, and drawing two picture books." ”

Saying this, the tears in Mo Yixuan's eyes faded a little, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc, which was that happy smile.

He paused for a moment, and then said: "Yes, then your mother seemed to be a little bolder, and she began to give me gifts, which were sent to my apartment, and at first sent some small snacks such as biscuits and cakes, all wrapped in very beautiful cardboard boxes, which she made by herself. Later, she would give me some clothes, such as her scarf, shirt, ......"

Mo Yixuan said that the most profound memory of his life is also the time that he will never forget in his life.

Yuan Yuan laughed speechlessly.

He really wanted to say that he was only 12 years old, shouldn't his father tell him that such a relationship between men and women would bring him badly.

"Dad...... Either way, Mom won't regret what she did. Don't feel bad either. Yuan Yuan suddenly understood why her mother would rather marry Uncle Ye again than marry her father. Maybe it's because the more you give, the more damage you suffer, and Dad gets too much and loses a lot, so he can't let it go.

Mo Yixuan didn't say any more, but those memories came to his mind more and more clearly, and those experiences that he didn't care about now have now become the most precious time in his life.

(End of Volume 6!) ）