Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The two men, who used to bear great hatred against each other and even had several fights before, were no longer in the mood to quarrel now. After all, whether they bore a grudge against each other or fought with each other, it was pointless.
Ye Hao stood up and turned around, his back appearing freezing cold. He went straight out of Mo family, without saying anything, not even a goodbye.
Mo Yixuan, however, smoked in the sofa as he usually did. He smoked skillfully, one after another, blowing out smoke rings.
Soon the hall was filled with smoke he made.
“Yuanyuan…” Upon finishing the cigarette, he called his son who was playing with the jigsaw puzzle on the carpet not far away.
Hearing dad’s call, Yuanyuan turned his little head. After several blinks, he got up from the ground and walked to his dad, resting himself on dad’s legs.
Mo Yixuan stroked the child’s soft hair, and then picked him up to let him sit on his lamps.
“Yuanyuan…” He called again, and then asked after a sigh, “Do you miss your mom?” After that, Mo Yixuan felt a sudden heartache and his eyes became sour and astringent.
Yuanyuan suddenly bit his lip. He looked at his dad as if he hadn’t understood his dad.
Instead of answering his dad directly, he called in a sweet voice, “Dad…”
Mo Yixuan was stunned, somewhat surprised at the child’s indifferent reaction.
Following surprise, however, was a kind of helplessness and heartache deep to the bones. His eye corners became moist at this moment.
He could see that Yuanyuan had forgotten his mom already.
If it were before, as long as he referred to Yanyan, Yuanyuan would shout and cry for giving mom a video call and going to find mom. But now, things were different. He had not cried for mom for a long time.
(Yanyan, what should I do? Yuanyuan was about to forget you. If you were still alive, you must be unwilling to see this, right? Why you left us?)
Mo Yixuan felt great heartaches.
Seeing his dad unhappy, Yuanyuan reached out his hand and pinched his dad’s face. Then he shook his little head and made a face to his dad.
Mo Yixuan just gave a bitter smile. The child’s expression made him even more upset.
He took a cell phone out of his pocket, clicking on the screen and found a photo from the album, which was taken of Yanyan a few years ago.
He took the phone to Yuanyuan and pointed at the woman in the photo, saying, “Yuanyuan, who is she? Do you still remember?”
Yuanyuan looked at his dad and then at the cell phone in his dad’s hand. He blinked his grape like eyes and cast a look at the photo in the phone. He looked at it carefully and called lightly at last, “Mom.”
After that, Yuanyuan looked at his dad again. Unlike before when he would shout for mom at the sight of mom’s photo excitedly, now “mom” seemed to be the name for him only.
Mo Yixuan nodded. The child finally remembered. But he also knew that Yuanyuan would forget one day, forget what his mom looked like and forget his reliance on mom.
He put the cell phone away and then hugged the child firmly, while Yuanyuan simply patted his little belly and said, “Dad, I’m hungry…”
After that, Yuanyuan retracted from his dad’s hug and ran out of the hall alone to the dining hall, where the cook had already prepared nutritious dinner and some snacks for the two children.