Just like Meng Jijing and Shi Yu said, a very small child who doesn't recognize life or cry, and enters the door of his house as if he is in his own home.

At this time, the small body sat upright, holding a big spoon and eating breakfast.

Hearing footsteps, slowly raise your head.

The first to make a move was Meng Huaikuan, who was very sharp when he climbed up and down at the age of four, jumped from the chair and rushed towards Shi Yu, and threw himself into his arms and called his uncle.

Shi Yu picked it up and asked him what he was eating, he said to drink porridge, and asked his uncle if he wanted to drink it, and when he got a positive answer, he counted what was still delicious on the table, and the uncle and nephew chatted with me word by word, where have you gone and what have you done these days, there are questions and answers.

The moment Graphite saw Shi Yu, his eyes lit up, and his fleshy little face was supported by a round little cheek, staring at the big and small ones who were talking and laughing, while chewing and swallowing the porridge in his mouth, obviously tentatively and a little uncontrollably, he opened his mouth and called towards Shi Yu: "Dad." ”

Shi Yu didn't expect such a scene, and was obviously stunned for a moment, and the villain in his arms wrapped his waist around his legs, hugged his neck tightly and whispered in his ear: "Dad said that he is the son of his uncle." ”

Shi Yu put his arm on his arms and said quietly, "Really? ”

"Yes." Huai Kuan nodded firmly, "My nickname is So, his name is Momo, and he is my younger brother." ”

Graphite didn't know what the two of them were talking about, only saw that they were whispering, and no one paid attention to him, except that Shi Yu glanced at him when he called his father.

Other people's dads are not like that.

Then the brother called Daddy, and his father would answer, and he would smile at him, and he would lift him up very high and make him laugh.

So every time my brother's father finishes doing this, he will also take him up once, and he will also lift him high, and he will smile at him, and he will call him Momo, but it is someone else's father, not his.

Graphite had never seen his father, but he had seen a photo, and his mother would point to the photo and show it to him, telling him that he was his father, and saying that he would go to see his father when he was older.

Mom didn't tell him he'd see him today, but he recognized it at a glance as his dad.

But his father was not as happy as other people's fathers, nor was he as happy to see him as his mother was, hugging him and laughing endlessly.

His father hugged his brother, and the two of them had endless words and laughed.

Graphite lowered his head and scooped the porridge in front of him with a spoon, and sent a small bite and another small bite into his mouth.

The chair opposite pulled away slightly, and Shi Yu sat down.

Graphite endured and didn't look up again, quietly looked with his eyes, and found that the person opposite was also looking at him. The spoon didn't move anymore and bit into his mouth, and he slowly lifted it with a small round face, bent his eyes and laughed.

Shi Yu frowned, he did look like him when he got closer, but he still felt that the child in front of him was more like Tang Xin, especially when he looked at people, he smiled at you, but he had something else in his heart, like a little fox who had only become a spirit.

Meng Jijing, who was sitting next to him, took a steaming bun and put it on the plate in front of his son, and Huai Kuan pinched it with his hand and took a bite.

Graphite stared at it with good eyes and asked, "Brother, is it delicious?" ”

The adults were silent, knowing what a child meant, it was for Shi Yu, and they wanted Shi Yu to give him one too.

None of the adults moved.

Where does the child understand, Huaikuan said that it was delicious, held the bun in his hand in front of him, almost pestled it to his face, and encouraged him: "You taste it." ”

Graphite frowned, looked and looked at the bitten bun, and also took a bite, and hummed without chewing and swallowing for the first time: "It's delicious." ”

Then he looked back at his porridge bowl and silently ate the bun in his mouth.

That expression, like Shi Yu's frowning just now, was a little helpless, and he had to accept the helplessness of reality.