Gu Pan Sheng Zi

Chapter 54N.65
On the way to send Guan Guan to the kindergarten, we planned a perfect evening without Ye Murong.I asked Guan Guan why he didn't like Ye Murong.

Guan Guan said: "Because Uncle Ye is too serious, the kindergarten teachers and the children's parents liked to talk to him at first, but he didn't pay much attention to others, with a cold look. Now everyone dare not talk to him gone."

Guan Guan took a peek at my reaction, and then said: "And Uncle Ye is so quiet, it's boring to be with him."

The ending was also deliberately lengthened, obviously expecting me to express that Ye Murong is bored, cold and difficult to get along with.In fact, I have always been deeply contradictory.On the one hand, I was afraid that if Ye Murong and Guan Guan got along well and had feelings for each other, it would be difficult.Ye Murong and I are separated by a scarred past, and now we are also twisted together, we must separate.What should Guan Guan do when he is sad?On the other hand, it was difficult to define who was right and who was wrong in the mishap back then, but it was a fact that Ye Murong was Guan Guan's father. If Guan Guan couldn't accept him, it seemed a bit...too inhuman.And it would be even more unkind for me to criticize Ye Murong in front of Guan Guan.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Guan Guan asked again: "Does mom like Uncle Ye?"

I thought about it and said, "It has nothing to do with liking."

In winter, the sun gets off work early, and the afterglow of the setting sun has plated a metal edge on the blue sky, gradually fading.The wind blows the clouds to move slowly, like drifting away to the farther horizon, just like the scenes full of camera sense that have been processed in literary movies.

On both sides of the road are old European-style houses left over from the war years. The outer walls are dilapidated bricks, which have been corroded by rain and sunlight. They are covered with vines. In this season, the green leaves are all gone, leaving only bones winding up. Fujiko, with a gray-brown color and rough skin, records the mottled face of the years with an upward posture.

The kindergarten door opened, and Guan Guan ran out, calling me "Mom" loudly.

I stood by the car and watched her run over, smiling involuntarily.

However, Guan Guan's smile stopped abruptly, and the arc that hadn't been retracted froze on his face.That expression was like a little rabbit holding a carrot suddenly saw the big bad wolf, and the big bad wolf still ate carrots.I followed her gaze and saw that the orange sky spread far into the distance, but the street lamps on the side of the road drew back the long shadows.Ye Murong was wearing a short black down jacket and a black woolen hat, and stood behind me expressionlessly.

I asked, "Why are you here?"

Ye Murong stepped forward, stretched out his right hand, "I'll open the key!"

The cold winter wind whizzed past outside the car, rubbing against the glass and making noises.The sound of breathing can be heard in the car.

Ye Murong's profile was smooth, and he could see the long eyelashes but couldn't see his eyes.So I prefer Ye Murong's profile, handsome and gentle, even the unshaven beard on his chin is very soft.

Unexpectedly, Ye Murong turned his head around suddenly, and his eyes met. In such a quiet space, my eyes collided. I felt as if I was caught on the spot. I looked at each other briefly, and I hurriedly looked away from the window.

His face was reflected on the car window, and after a short stay, Ye Murong withdrew his eyes and looked ahead, but his voice was full of joy, "What would Guan Guan want to eat?"

Guan Guan looked at me timidly, and whispered, "Guan Guan will eat anything."

Ye Murong's overflowing paternal love was immediately aroused by Guan Guan's pitiful tone, and he said to Guan Guan like a loving father: "Just tell Guan Guan what he wants to eat, today dad...uncle is in charge, you can eat anything."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then I want to eat KFC!"

……

"Push."

I laughed at that sound, because Ye Murong's expression of lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot really makes people feel very happy.

Ye Murong's eyes were slightly cold, and he glanced straight over. I immediately pointed to the front seriously and said, "Turn right ahead, and there will be a KFC after 200 meters."

Guan Guan looked at Ye Murong and me strangely, probably thinking, why Uncle Ye, who was so excited about eating just now, is not happy, but why is my mother, who has always insisted that KFC is not allowed to eat junk food, so happy instead?
(End of this chapter)