When Yang Muan heard this, his eye circles turned red immediately, and he shook his head fiercely: "I'm not happy, without my father to accompany An An to participate in the event, mom and An An will only be laughed at by them, Mommy, An An doesn't want to go..."

When Mu Wanqing heard her son's words, her chest seemed to be pierced with poisonous needles, bleeding profusely.

Although Chen Xin and Li Li's words are too harsh, they have one sentence that is right: parent-child activities without father's participation are a kind of harm to children.

Every child hopes that he, like all children, is accompanied by his father and mother.

Her mother died early so she can empathize.

In the past, every time there was something in the school, whether it was a parent meeting, a sports meeting, or registration at the beginning of each semester, she would be envious when she saw her classmates' parents coming together.

Every year on Mother's Day, the class will hold a theme class meeting, and the teacher will ask them what gift they have prepared for their mother.

The classmates would scramble to say what they had prepared, but she would always huddle in the last corner of the classroom, watching quietly, and then when she came home from school, she would lock herself in the room, cry bitterly under the quilt, over and over again. Shouting "Mom" hysterically in my heart again and again.

Everyone is an independent individual.

Whether it is a child of only a few years or an adult, their thinking is completely different. Facing the same thing, they have different understandings, thoughts and feelings.

Therefore, she didn't know what was going on in her mind when she took An An to a parent-child activity in the kindergarten last time. He held her hand tightly and stood far outside the playground full of laughter.

However, Mu Wanqing knew: even if she gave everything for An An, even if she used her life to love him, care for him, and protect him, even if she put all the best things in the world in front of him, she still couldn't To make up for the lack of paternal love in his heart.

To put it another way: she will never be able to replace Yang Mifan.

For a moment, Mu Wanqing suddenly didn't know what to say, didn't know how to answer him, so she could only hug him with one hand and hold him tightly in her arms.

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On the way home, holding Mi An's pitiful hand, I passed a crossroad, and when I was waiting for the traffic light, the sky that had been gloomy all day suddenly began to rain "pata~pata~".

The sudden rain made Mu Wanqing very panicked.

Panicked, her mind went blank, Mu Wanqing had no idea how to deal with the rain, what to do so that her son would not get wet and get sick.

Just when she was at a loss, standing in front of her, the sweet and loving man who had just received his daughter from kindergarten with his wife, quickly took off his large coat, put it on the heads of his daughter and his wife, and then took it from his wife's hand. After hugging her daughter, she held her tightly in her arms, when the green light came on, Mu Wanqing watched as the family of three ran towards the opposite side with their clothes on.

pat~pat~pat~

More and more urgent rain, noisy and harsh.

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