Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
At this time, Yuanyuan put down the fairy tale book in his hand, then opened his small school bag, and took out of it a rose-colored A4 paper, which was given to them by their teacher in kindergarten.
“Dad, the teacher said it was for you.” Yuanyuan handed the thing in his hand to his father.
Mo Yixuan took it over and looked at it.. It was a notice of activities that the school sent to parents, informing parents to attend the parent-child activities that were going to be held by the school next Monday.
“Dad will go.” Mo Yixuan folded up the notice and put it into his pocket. Then he patted Yuanyuan’s head.
Yuanyuan nodded. Suddenly thinking of something, he raised his head and looked at his father with eyes blinking.
“What’s wrong? Yuanyuan…” Mo Yixuan noticed that Yuanyuan seemed to have something to say to him.
“Dad, my mom won’t come back, will she?” Yuanyuan touched his head and said, whose pursed little mouth clearly showed his disappointment.
(Mo Yixuan)…
Mo Yixuan paused. Already turbulent, his heart, at this moment, seemed to be cut severely by a knife. He looked at Yuanyuan and opened his mouth twice, but did not make any sound.
At this time, he did not know how to respond to his child.
“Dad, you’re a liar.” Yuanyuan frowned slightly. “You’ll have a long nose.” He glared at his father.
Dad always told him that his mother was sent to work in the United States, and would come back to see him when the work was completed. However, his mother still hasn’t come back yet.
Dad had been lying to him.
Mo Yixuan turned his face around and bit his thin lips tightly, tears welling up in his eyes suddenly.
Faced with the child’s question, he was speechless.
All along, he didn’t want to admit that she was dead, so every time the child asked him where his mom was, he would say that she had been sent to work abroad. Because he always hoped that one day Yanyan would appear in front of him and would come back to see their child.
“Sorry, Yuanyuan…”
At this time, Mo Yixuan squatted down. His fingers trembled slightly in the air for a long time before falling on Yuanyuan’s small shoulder.
“Dad will take you to see your mom tomorrow.” He said, his voice hoarse as if he could not make a sound.
“Really?” Yuanyuan opened his clear and bright eyes wide, as if still not believing it.
Mo Yixuan nodded with a bitter smile.
“Yes, dad will take you there tomorrow morning.”
Yuanyuan smiled happily. Although dad’s eyesight was a little abnormal, he was still very happy that he was going to see his mother. He used to envy other children in kindergarten who had both pictures picking them up afterschool.
“Dad, I will draw a picture for mom. Mom’s going to love it.” Yuanyuan wore an innocent smile, the shallow dimples on the cheeks looking particularly lovely.
He rushed to the small desk, pulled the drawer open and took out a drawing paper, together with a pencil box and markers.
There were several pictures of mom and dad in dad’s room, so he always remembered mom’s appearance.
He liked painting best. As the best painter in the kindergarten, he had also got an award.
Mo Yixuan just watched the child’s simple and innocent action. He stood there, hands clasped tightly, layers of cold sweat coming out on his forehead.