Neither of them spoke.

The light on the balcony was dim and dim, with a hazy warm tone. The shallow light poured on nursery rhyme like moonlight. Under the aperture, her black hair curled up, and her already beautiful and gentle face became even more beautiful.

Very soft.

Her white swan neck was raised, her thin red lips were slightly pursed, and there were undulating water marks in her eyes.

Wen Lu stood behind her, still looking at the snowflakes at first. Soon, his eyes fell on her, and his whole heart seemed to be slowly melting away.

Watching her intently, he never knew how much he liked her in his heart.

There were hundreds of times when Wen Lu had the impulse to hug her. Wen Lu's hands curled up and then stretched out, stretched out and curled up again. He wanted to hug her, so much.

On such a beautiful moonlit night, he wanted to hold her in his arms.

Only now did he realize how much he had missed. In his previous understanding, love and love were something only children could play with.

He couldn't be more wrong.

After about ten minutes, Tong Yao got tired, so she turned around and walked to her room without talking to Wen Lu.

Wen Lu followed her with his eyes until she closed the door.

After taking the medicine, he also returned to the room where Mo Mo was.

Unexpectedly, the little guy climbed out of bed before going to bed, climbed onto the chair, took a pen, and was immersed in drawing.

"Mo Mo, what are you drawing?" Wen Lu closed the door.

The little guy is very cute, and Wen Lu feels tenderness in his heart.

"How many rooms are there?" Mo Mo drew a house with his colored pen.

"Dog." "Dad". "Mom". "Momo."

The little guy was chattering and drawing at the same time.

Wen Lu walked over and stood beside him: "Shall we go to bed first? It's getting late."

"No." Mo Mo shook his head, "Send it to mom tomorrow."

Wen Lu suddenly understood that Mo Mo was drawing a New Year's gift for Nursery Rhyme.

With his eyes burning, Wen Lu held his little hand and said, "Then let's paint together?"

"Okay!" This time, Mo Mo agreed!

The father and son drew together and painted a picture very carefully. This is probably the most complicated picture Mo Mo has painted since he started learning to draw. There are many elements in the painting, including various trees and various shapes.

small animals.

They painted for a long time.

Finally, Wen Lu taught him to write his name in the corner: Wen Mo.

He added his name conveniently: Wen Lu.

The date is below the name.

When it was finished, Mo Mo was happy and dancing.

But he felt it was not enough, so he ran to the cabinet and dug out the newly bought building blocks. He wanted to give the assembled building blocks to his mother.

Seeing that he was not sleepy, Wen Lu had no choice but to stack blocks with him.

In the middle of the journey, Wen Lu yawned several times.

Although Mo Mo is young, he has a lot of tricks. He already knows that he has to spell out beautiful stars, hearts, and flowers so that his mother will like it.

The father and son sat on the carpet and worked for about half an hour, and finally managed to spell out a simple pattern.

"Momo, it's time to sleep."

"No." Mo Mo didn't want to sleep yet. He sat naughtily on the carpet, his little mind spinning again.

He suddenly stood up and took Wen Lu's hand.

"Where to go?"

Wen Mo just arrived at Tong's house today. Wen Lu was very curious, where would he take him?

Mo Mo didn't say anything. When he got to the door, he asked Wen Lu to open the door, and Wen Lu had no choice but to do so.

Everyone in the Tong family had rested, and Mo Mo walked lightly. His little hand kept holding his father's big hand, and he left from a long corridor along the living room.
Chapter completed!