"Come, look, this is all furniture that your dad ordered back then, in fact, we didn't live for two years...... Ay! Don't talk about that. Come, I'll show you your room. ”

He Yi'an silently followed behind Du Wanling, listening to her excitedly explain the furnishings at home, but there was no joy and excitement in her heart, only passive sluggishness and mechanical nodding.

When you come to the so-called own room, it is fully furnished, and you can see from the details that it has been carefully designed and decorated. And at a glance, you can see that it is from He Weiguo's hand, which is very in line with his character. Not to mention luxury and wealth, it completely compares the shabby family in the group to the ends of the earth.

"Look, Ian, this is your room, this is your bed...... Your dad found someone to beat it out of boxwood, as well as your desk and bookcase...... Look here, this is a book for you, don't you like to read literary books, some of these are read by my parents, some of them are newly bought by me, they are all for you, do you like it? ”

Books may be the most eye-catching thing that He Yi'an saw and felt after entering the door. He stepped forward and stroked those hardcover books that were once out of reach, and couldn't help but nod happily: "Well, I like it!" Thank you, Mom! ”

Du Wanling, who had been observing words and expressions since He Yi'an entered the door, saw that the corners of her son's mouth finally showed a happy color, which was a little reassuring. She stepped forward and gently stroked the child's back, and said solemnly: "Yi'an, in the future, don't say the word thank you to your mother again, we are the closest people, and being able to live with you is something that my mother has been looking forward to in many dreams." You don't know, this is the happiest moment for my mother. ”

"Mom, I know, I want to be with you too." He Yi'an nodded.

Du Wanling's eyes were a little red: "If you can think like this, my mother's heart can be put down." Come, let's pack our bags first. ”

"Then I'll help!"

He Yi'an hurriedly carried the luggage in the living room to the bedroom, and together with Du Wanling, took out the squeezed porcelain thing. Piecemeal, I didn't think anything at the beginning, but I was completely spread out on the bed, and then I found a lot of layers and dazzling, like a small mountain bag, which couldn't help but make Wanling stunned.

"So much, this is all made for you by your godmother?"

When Li Xiulan was mentioned, He Yi'an's silent words seemed to be stimulated by conditioned reflex, gushing endlessly and continuously.

With memories, with warmth, and with pride.

"Yes, I have the most clothes in the house! Don't look at the godmother sometimes has a violent temper, but she is very clever. Mom, look at this, this is what my godfather wore when he got married, and my godfather wore it once and gave it to me. ”

He Yi'an picked up a slightly faded navy blue sweater, which was hand-woven by Li Xiulan for Cheng Jia'an when she was married, which was considered an auspicious suit, and should have belonged to the memorial at the bottom of the box.

But with children, where can Li Xiulan continue to put her husband first, just keeping the children fed and clothed is the main thing.

So under Cheng Jia'an's extremely resentful eyes, he went down with scissors, simply dismantled it neatly, and then restructured it with He Yi'an, the largest.

"This one, I also removed it from my godfather's clothes and made it for me again, and I couldn't make my godfather angry at the time...... And this, during the Chinese New Year, my godfather tore a seven-foot cloth and was going to make a new set of clothes for Jiang He and Jiang He, but my godmother forcibly stopped me from making a set of tunics, and this ......"

He Yi'an excitedly recounted the origin and allusions of a large pile of clothes on the bed, even more violently than Du Wanling's excitement when she introduced her new home. But he didn't notice that Du Wanling's face was already showing deep jealousy and loneliness at the moment.

It wasn't until there was silence for a while on the other side that He Yi'an reacted, looked at Du Wanling embarrassedly, and asked hesitantly: "Mom, what's wrong with you, did I say something wrong?" ”

"Ahh He Yi'an's words woke up Du Wanling who was in deep thought, how could the sourness in her heart be shown in front of the child, she hurriedly covered it up and said: "It's nothing, Yi'an, your godmother is really good to you." ”

"Of course!" He Yi'an nodded proudly.

Seeing He Yi'an sorting out those monotonous and even some "porous" old things as if they were treasures, Du Wanling stepped forward and said: "By the way, go back and your mother will take you to the city and buy you some new clothes." Nowadays, boys have more styles and better colors. ”

He Yi'an shook his head very dryly: "Don't do it, I can't wear it out of my godmother's cooking, so I don't have to spend that money." ”

is not greedy or angry, in the eyes of the sensible children of the Cheng family, material things are not obsessive things, thrift is necessary and natural.

This is a habit of inheritance, and it is also a cultivation of quality.

The wealthy family has the family rules and family motto of running the family and strictly abiding by the rules, so don't ordinary civilians have the moral requirements to stand in the world and follow the rules?

The rules of an ordinary family, without books, rules, texts, and words, are taught by the words and deeds of the elders and the actions of the juniors, and even in the scolding and scolding, which are imperceptibly instilled and passed on to the next generation.

From a certain point of view, this kind of upbringing in real life may be even more valuable!

After a pause, He Yi'an seemed to think of something, raised his head, and asked hesitantly: "If you want to buy it, can we buy some for our godfather and godmother?" They never wore new clothes...... It's better to also give ...... to rivers, rivers and seas"

Seeing Du Wanling staring at herself without saying a word, He Yi'an seemed to have no confidence and asked worriedly, "Uh...... Mom, I'm not going a little too far. ”

The child's feelings for the Cheng family, Du Wanling knew very well in her heart that Shicai's uncontrollable jealousy was just an instinct from her mother. Suppose that if He Yi'an, like He Weiguo, treats this nurturing grace as heavy as a mountain with disdain, then how can such a child be loved.

Regardless of whether people are evil or good at the beginning.

Just cultivating the virtue of putting others first is quite commendable.

Du Wanling pursed her lips and said calmly: "No, this is all as it should be." Don't worry, Mom has this in mind and will definitely do it. How to express our gratitude to them, Mom knows in her heart! ”

He Yi'an's face shone again, and his hands couldn't help but become lighter: "Then I'll put these away first." ”

"I'll help you!"

Du Wanling stepped forward and helped He Yi'an fold the clothes carefully and put them in the wardrobe properly. In her opinion, the child's feelings for the Cheng family's husband and wife, younger brothers and sisters are sincere and pure.

But this is also what makes me jealous and hesitant.

This made her suddenly have an absurd idea that if everyone fell into the river at the same time, He Yi'an would save who would be the first.

When he was complaining to himself in a dilemma, he only heard the door lock outside rattling, and the door opened, and then He Weiguo's fiery figure was revealed, shouting excitedly.

"Yi'an, is Yi'an back? Ann, Ann! ”

This figure appeared in front of the mother and son like a gust of wind with an urgent call. At this moment, He Weiguo has long since lost the unkempt begging, down-and-out traces that Cheng Jia'an saw when he was in trouble. The white cheeks are plump and radiant, and the shrewd and sharp eyes are faintly domineering, and the whole person is completely in a state of majestic and red light.

The hair that was not very thick, smeared with glittering oil, was neatly combed to one side. The dark blue Zhongshan-style suit is straight and solemn, and a fountain pen is still habitually pinned to the left breast pocket, highlighting the unique atmosphere of cultural people. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a white "really good" shirt, and a pair of shiny three-jointed leather shoes under his feet, a set of down, completely matching the high position he was in.

After entering the door, He Weiguo was impatiently looking for He Yi'an, and he didn't even have time to put down the briefcase in his hand. Du Wanling smiled and poked her head out of the bedroom.

"Don't scream, the kid is here!"

He Yi'an had already stood up in fear, his nervous hands seemed to have nowhere to place, twisted and overlapped in front of his waist, and his lead-heavy legs couldn't get out, so he could only tremble slightly in place.

If He Yi'an and Du Wanling, the biological mother, still have intermittent contact, the emotions between each other will not be too remote, and there is still the possibility of mutual integration. So for this father, who has never taken half a step back since he walked out of the group, and his impression and emotion only stay in the memories of his childhood, He Yi'an instinctively resisted.

"Yi'an! My good son! ”

He Weiguo stepped forward excitedly in three steps and two steps, and when he saw He Yi'an, who he regarded as a treasure, was staring at him nervously, he eagerly wanted to rush up to give him a hug full of fatherly love. Unexpectedly, He Yi'an, who was at a loss at this time, suddenly and respectfully bowed to He Weiguo and shouted politely.

"Dad!"

Distance! What a distance! A rusty sense of rejection arises spontaneously.

In an instant, the air briefly froze. He Weiguo's face was slightly stiff, his outstretched arms were stagnant in mid-air, and Du Wanling's eyes were even more round.