"Your mom?"

He Hanzhu was surprised.

"When did she say to you? It's outrageous! Stop crying, tell dad quickly!"

He was anxious, but how could He Mingen stop it for a moment? All the tears and snot came out. With tears in his eyes, he saw his father dislike him again, and he couldn't help but feel sad, from crying to crying loudly.

He Hanzhu had never seen his son cry like this, so he was panicked. He picked up the villain at the risk of his snot and sat in his arms, while continuing to wipe his face for him while coaxing him. Unexpectedly, his son was not grateful at all, but seemed to fall into the hands of the bad guy, struggling desperately, rubbing around, and indeed tears and snot all over him.

He didn't care about disgust, and just wanted to coax the person quickly. The more he coaxed the person, the sadder his son cried, the more the sky was about to collapse.

"Hey, what's wrong, what's wrong with your heart?"

Accompanied by a burst of rapid footsteps, Honglian pushed the door and followed by the sleepy Lao Zhang and the girl, all came in panic. Suddenly, she saw He Hanzhu also, and the young master was in his arms, crying and struggling, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Soon, Honglian reacted.

"Son-in-law is here too?"

Her little feet had already let go and filled her shoes with cotton. She quickly stepped forward, skillfully picked up the villain from his arms, held it to the edge of the bed, hugged it, and began to coax it. Soon, He Mingen's crying became smaller, and then he stopped crying, leaving only sobbing.

"Son-in-law, what happened just now? It was so sad that the young master cried so much in the middle of the night?"

Honglian had time and looked up at He Hanzhu and asked. The girl was busy fetching water and twisting towels. Lao Zhang took it and wiped her face. He Hanzhu was left alone standing, as if unnecessary. Honglian asked, Lao Zhang and the girl were both looking at him. The little guy who was causing trouble was also huddled in Honglian's arms at this moment, and looked at him secretly with his eyes with tears in his eyes.

He Hanzhu was a little embarrassed and said uh. "This... is nothing. I just asked something..."

As soon as he spoke, he saw the little guy sobbing again, and hurriedly stopped and changed his words: "It's just that I told him tonight that his mother might not be able to come back as scheduled to celebrate his birthday. He probably feels a little sad..."

"What? Miss can't come back, can't make her birthday?"

Honglian shouted. He Hanzhu briefly explained the reason. Old Zhang muttered: "This is a coincidence! Madam has been gone for so long. General, you are not at home. Poor young master, just play alone, don't cry or make trouble. I have never seen such a good boy..."

He Mingen's eyes turned red, and tears rolled in his eyes again, and he couldn't fall down.

Honglian sighed, said nothing, just hugged He Mingen tightly, patted his back gently, and said to He Hanzhu: "It's not too late, son-in-law, you have something to do tomorrow. Go and rest quickly. Leave it to me, I'll accompany him."

He Hanzhu glanced at his son. He hid in Honglian's arms, sobbing one after another, as if he was secretly looking at himself.

He had never felt as unwelcome as he was at this moment before. He had no choice but to say anything, and turned around and walked out, and returned to the bedroom.

After a while just now, he was sweating on his back. He opened the wardrobe and wanted to take his clothes to take a shower. His eyes fell on the few clothes she left at home hanging inside. After a pause, his mood suddenly became extremely depressed.

He stood in front of the closet and was in a daze for a moment. At this moment, the knock on the door started. He went over to open the door and saw that Honglian had come. He told him that after he left, the young master was fine soon and did not allow her to sleep with him. He lay down by himself, probably because he was tired, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep. She came over and said to him to relieve him.

"Thank you, Aunt Hong."

He Hanzhu breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her. This was a sincere thank you. For more than half a year, she has been taking care of the little guy.

"What are you saying? Being so polite to me. It is my blessing to be able to take care of the young master!" Honglian said, her eyes falling on his shiny wet marks and laughed.

"It was made by the young master just now? Change it quickly, you can rest."

He Hanzhu looked down and smiled.

Honglian left. He Hanzhu calmed down, took a shower, put on his clothes and came out.

It was early morning, and he was still not sleepy. He tossed and turned on the big bed in the bedroom for a while. He felt depressed and got up again. He walked past the door of his son's bedroom. He held his breath and leaned over like a thief. He reached out and gently pushed open a crack in the door, leaned over and took a look in.

The night lights in the bedroom were on. With the soft and dim lights, he saw his son's hazy shadow. He lay on the pillow, closed his eyes, and remained motionless. It was indeed as Honglian said, probably tired and asleep.

He Hanzhu looked at the door for a moment and gently closed the door.

He is very busy at work, and to ensure efficiency, he must concentrate when doing things, which has become a habit. But tonight, when he returned to the study and sat down, he could no longer concentrate.

He thought about her undetermined return date, and at this moment, he was here, thinking about her, but he didn't know which exact longitude point she was floating on the earth. In front of his eyes, his son resisted him tonight and was sobbing and trying hard to cry. Not only that, even his body did not want him to be able to heal. In recent years, his old problem of coughing and asthma has almost never occurred again, but the arm that was once shot through the bone was joined in, and the old wound began to hurt.

It was a very bad day!

He Hanzhu pushed open the documents that were spread out in front of him, fell backwards, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

He closed his eyes, frowned, rubbed his faintly ached arm, and fell into meditation. Suddenly, he heard a slight sound at the door, and the door was slowly pushed open a crack from the outside.

It was his son who came. He seemed a little timid, stopped outside the door and hesitated. Finally, a little head finally came into the crack in the door. When he found that his father was looking at him, he was startled, but soon, he calmed down, plucked up the courage, and completely pushed open the door.

He Mingen was wearing pajamas and stood barefoot on the ground at the door. His two small feet were rubbing each other. Looking at He Hanzhu who was frowning, he whispered: "I'm sorry, dad, don't be angry with me..."

He Hanzhu felt a fever, and he immediately stood up, strode over, hugged his son high, and held it on his arm.

"Not angry!" he shook his head.

"real?"

He Mingen doesn't believe it.

"Yes, really!" He Hanzhu nodded and responded.

"But... I just saw you frowning and angry..." he muttered.

"Dad's arm hurts a little, it's not that he's angry with you."

He Mingen let out a slap and immediately twisted his body in his father's arms: "Dad, your arm hurts, please put me down quickly."

He Hanzhu didn't let go, and turned around and walked to the table with his son in his arms, and placed him on the edge of the table. He took off his coat and wrapped his son's whole body with his little feet. Then, he sat back in the chair. The father and son faced each other, and the two were almost as tall as possible.

"It hurts a lot, but when I saw you coming just now, my arm doesn't hurt."

He leaned against the back of the chair, looked at his son, and smiled.

He Mingen opened his eyes wide and looked at his father for a moment. The first hint of happiness that was a bit slight tonight appeared on his little face.

He Hanzhu knew that he shouldn't ask again, but... he really didn't blame him, he blamed his damn curiosity.

He sat upright and leaned towards his son: "Mingen, can Dad ask you something?"

"Okay." His son nodded immediately.

He Hanzhu coughed slightly, brewed his emotions, and asked carefully in the gentlest tone he could speak, "Mingen, tell your father, when did your mother tell you that Dad doesn't like you? What did she say?"

"Don't worry, just tell your father secretly that he will never let her know. Dad is a man, so are you. This is the secret between us men."

He Hanzhu thought his son would hesitate. After all, his son was more intimate with her and was partial to her, so he understood. But he never expected that as soon as he finished speaking, his son said, "It was the mother who told you! I heard it! I am right outside your door!"

He Hanzhu was stunned and asked. With his son's intermittent narrative, he finally remembered.

It was last summer, and my son had just slept with them in separate rooms. Because the next day he was going to another place for a while. That night, he wanted to be intimate with his mother, but his son didn't cooperate. Maybe he slept too long during the day and had just slept in separate rooms. He was not used to it. It was very late and he still stuck to his mother, but he just didn't sleep. Finally, he finally coaxed him to sleep and sent him back to his room. After returning to the room, He Hanzhu closed the door and was about to do something, but suddenly it rained again. Naturally, she cared about her son more, afraid that his son would be awakened by lightning, and kept urging him, which made him almost unable to do it on the spot. He couldn't help complaining, saying that his son was a troublesome boy. He also said that he had always slept like a pig, and sometimes he came back at night and played with him, but he didn't wake up. Besides, if he really woke up, he would find him. She got angry and said that he had never seen a father like him.

He pushed him away and went to see his son. As a result, his son was not awake at all and was still sleeping. When the two came back, he said he was tired and ignored her. She coaxed him for a while, but when he saw that he was still angry, he became annoyed and scolded him for being petty and unable to get along with his son. Seeing that the situation was not good, he quickly put down his figure and asked for a reconciliation. After that, he was really tired and hugged her and fell asleep. The next morning, when they woke up, they found that the door of the bedroom was open, and then they remembered that after returning from his son's room next night, they forgot to lock it. It should have been undone and was blown away by the wind. Because of the thunder and lightning outside the window, they didn't hear any movement. Fortunately, there was no accident. After dawn, the quarrel and love last night became the most common daily life of the couple, and no one would deliberately remember it afterwards.

He Hanzhu didn't expect that on that night, when he and his son's mother were intimate, his son might be standing outside the door wiping his tears.

He Mingen, who sat on the table opposite him, accused: "Thunder and rain that night, I suddenly woke up, scared and wanted to cry, and remembered that my mother said, "You are next door, and I asked me to wake up and go to find you, and I resist crying. I pushed open the door and called you, but you ignored me. I heard my mother talk to you. She said before I was born, you said yourself that you don't like children and think that children are troublesome, and now she believes it. She also said, if you say bad things about me again in the future, she will be really angry..."

He Hanzhu was stunned when he heard this.

"Your Aunt Hong said you can say a long list of words and have a good memory. I believe it..." he murmured.

"Dad, what did you say?" He Mingen stopped and asked.

"Nothing!" He Hanzhu came back to his senses.

He Mingen was still sad when she remembered the past and flattened her mouth: "Then when I saw you biting your mother's mouth, my mother couldn't speak. I was afraid that my mother would feel pain. But she hugged you by herself, and it seemed that it didn't hurt..."

With his face as thick as leather armor, he couldn't help but feel hot at this moment. He Hanzhu reached out and covered his son's mouth: "Okay! Stop talking! That's because my father likes your mother, and the adults are talking to each other."

He paused, "After so long, why haven't you said it?"

He Mingen's little face was mostly covered by that hand, leaving only a pair of black eyes exposed, turning around. He struggled and couldn't speak.

He Hanzhu hurriedly let go of his hand.

He Mingen breathed out: "That night, I saw that my mother forgot me, so I hugged you. I was very sad, so I went back to sleep alone..."

His eyes turned red again, and finally, he summarized in a heavy tone: "Dad, you don't like me! I know everything! I just don't want to say it!"

He Hanzhu was ashamed and hurriedly said, "Dad likes you very much! I said that before, it was because you were not born yet, and I don't know how cute you are. A few days after you were born, my father hugged you. When you were a few months old, you not only spit bubbles at me, but also peed on me. I didn't think you were dirty at all. When I got home the next day, I hugged you again. If you don't believe it, wait for your mother to come back, ask her yourself!"

The truth is that his son peed on him at that time, and he disliked him very much. He quickly put down the villain and went to change his clothes. Although this did not affect his return the next day and continued to play with his son as a toy, he thought it was dirty. This is a fact.

When she comes back, she will get angry with her so that her son will not really ask and reveal the stuff.

Poor He Mingen didn't know so much. He believed it and asked with tears in his eyes: "Really?"

"Really! I am your father, your father, how could I not like you?"

He Hanzhu nodded anxiously, but he just didn't have to prove his heart.

"Then why do you treat your mother differently from me?" The child chased her relentlessly and asked to the end.

Looking at his son's pure black eyes, He Hanzhu didn't know how to explain it for a moment, and was racking his brains to make things happen. Suddenly, his son said: "I know, is it because dad, you like mother first and me second?"

He Hanzhu nodded, thought something was wrong, and then shook his head again: "No."

He looked into his son's eyes and said in a gentle and sincere tone: "Dad likes you as much as your mother, because you are the child of your father and your mother. Do you understand?"

"As for why you are different from your mother-"

He pondered for a while and said, "Because we are all men, my father treats you as a way of getting along with men. However, my father knows that he is wrong. You are still young and shouldn't be like this, which makes you sad. In the future, my father will treat you better and treat you as well as your mother. OK?"

He Mingen shook his head: "No, no, no!"

He Hanzhu was stunned: "Why?"

"I want to be a man! Dad, you should be the best to mom, just be the second best to me!"
To be continued...