A Heartwarming Decade

Yan Xiaobao has never believed that his parents are in love.

Xiaopang said that if you go to bed very late, you will see your parents kiss each other. But he had never seen it before, so he made up his mind to stay up late and late until he couldn't hold it anymore. Yanxi and Aheng still didn't kiss each other.

However, they treated him very well. They always looked at him with a smile, kept looking at him, not at each other. Every time, I didn't eat carrots, and went hide-and-seek around the dining table with my dad, irritating my dad, and only stretched out his hand to hit him, but when it fell, he just squeezed his cheek and resignedly ate his leftover vegetables. Every time, his mother taught him to write large characters, he deliberately rubbed Mo on her face and clothes. His mother always held his hand in a good temper and continued to write.

As a four-year-old baby boy, Yan Xiaobao is very sad. He felt that his parents had to bear the humiliation just to give him a complete home.

He is very anxious. Although he doesn't know why a four-year-old boy is anxious, his small figure still leaves such an impression on the kindergarten teacher.

On the first day, the boys and girls were tug-of-war, oh oh oh, the baby stared lonely and looked at Snow White in the fairy tale book illustration.

The next day, the boys and girls ate snacks, ah, ah, ah, and the baby stared lonely and looked at Cinderella in the fairy tale book illustration.

On the third day, the male baby in the middle class and the male baby in the large class fought in groups, yelling and fighting, saying that the baby stared lonely with big eyes, looking at the one who was knocked down by himself, mom and dad would kiss the chubby.

On the fourth day, Mr. Yan was called to the kindergarten.

"Why hit other kids?" Mr. Yan wore a black-framed flat mirror before, trying to be as mature as possible and asking his son kindly.

Yan baby lowered his head, sucked his nose, and said nothing.

Mr. Yan frowned and apologized to Chubby's mother: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Zhang, I'm so sorry today, I will educate him well when I go back."

Mrs. Zhang was very annoyed: "My little fat family, at home, his father and I were reluctant to hit him, and he was beaten by your child at school. How did you teach the children? So poor quality!"

A cold light flashed in Mr. Yan's eyes, he suppressed his temper, and said gently: "Don't say you, we are at home, and we have never been willing to hit the child. You have also seen it, not only the little fat face is hurt, but my son's face There were also scratches on the board. This is just a grudge between the children, please don't take it too seriously."

Mrs. Zhang became even more angry when she heard: "Okay, go, let's go to the principal. My husband just donated a building to the kindergarten a year ago. If your son doesn't apologize today, I will ask the principal to expel him!"

Mr. Yan said he was helpless and coughed: "Mrs. Zhang, the children are still young, don't let them learn this ethos."

Yan Baobao curled his lips: "I will not apologize, I am not wrong, I will never apologize!"

Mrs. Zhang was furious: "Walk around, today I have to ask the dean to be fair and not fire your son. My son is not here yet!"

Mr. Yan took off the flat mirror, his big eyes were clear and shiny, and he smiled slightly: "Are you sure?"

The principal's mother squeezed a cold sweat when sending away the Demon King and his son.

Mrs. Zhang burst into tears: "My old lady was fighting with you today, and my family donated a building to you. As a result, oh oh oh, you think he looks good and bully us both."

The principal’s mother, black line, except for the one in your home, the kindergarten is all donated by their family...

Mr. Yan slipped his son home and stuffed it on the sofa, and said nonchalantly: "Now let's review, otherwise, take out today!"

The baby's index finger is facing each other, his mouth is curled, and his big eyes are raised for a long time: "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you if Aheng is not at home, you bully me, I hate you!"

Mr. Yan sneered: "Very good, the takeaway is gone, eat instant noodles."

Yan Baobao's small body stood up from the sofa and raised his head: "It's obviously not my fault, why should I review? Xiaopang is still pulling my hair, so I didn't cry, he just pretended to be!"

Mr. Yan took off his suit jacket and glanced at him plainly: "Well, the instant noodles are gone, just sit here, when you want to understand, go to the studio to find me."

Then, turned around.

Yan Baobao threw the pillow on the sofa to his father's back, and cried: "I know, you don't want me anymore, and you don't want Aheng anymore. You don't love me at all, chubby him Saying that you never kiss Aheng, you are about to find me a stepmother!"

Mr. Yan paused, took his long legs and walked toward the study without even looking at his son.

Yan baby started crying, sitting and crying, walking and crying, crying on the stomach, rolling and crying, the voice is getting louder and louder, the big tearful eyes staring at the study, but the door of the study is tightly closed, there is no movement. Finally, I couldn’t cry anymore, stepped on the stool and climbed up the coffee table to call my mother, and pressed: "Aheng, Aheng, Aheng, I didn’t say anything, right?"

Mrs. Yan was in a meeting, she shrank to the long conference table, and reflexed: "Well, you are indeed not his birth."

Yan baby choked a few times: "I knew, I'm going to find my father."

"Ah, hello, hello?"

Yan Baobao hung up the phone, packed up the toys, carried his schoolbag, and closed the door severely.

Mr. Yan drew for a while, sighed, and called Wen Jiawan.

Yan Xiaobao was crying to death in his grandmother’s arms, but after a while he saw his uncle squatting in front of him holding a movable bunny doll, and said angrily: "I’m a little rabbit, baby, let’s have fun. Games, okay?"

Grandma Xiaobaowo continued to draw in her arms: "What game?"

Si Wan controlled the little rabbit and said, "How about finding all the bad guys who kissed your dad?"

Little Treasure blinked with big eyes: "How to find?"

Si smiled: "When he was nineteen, the woman he kissed for the first time had something that was buried under the big tree in your home."

Xiao Bao ran home and dug under the tree with a toy shovel for a long time before he found an iron box. Hold it out and open it, and inside is a yellowed diary with an earthy breath.

Si Wan walked to him: "Baby, do you want uncle to read it to you?"

"But, Aheng said, peeking at other people's diaries is bad behavior."

"It doesn't matter, if it were you, I don't think she would mind."

Si Wan opened the diary.

"2002, January 10th, Xue. Today, it is my birthday, Yanxi is drunk. The snow outside is so big, he kissed me in such a cold season."

"In 2003, January 10th, Yin. Today is my birthday. Yanxi said on TV that I will be buried in that beautiful place in the future. I don’t think I can die earlier than him, so that I can live with him. Guard him in front of the grave."

"In 2004, January 10th, Xue. Today, it is my birthday again. The songs he sang on TV are really good, but they are not for me."

"2005, January 10th, Xue. Today, Yanxi was forced to kiss her lips by me. Sigh."

"2006, January 10th, Xue. Today, when I met Lu Mojun, the man at the next table really looked like him."

"2007, January 10th, Xue. When Yanxi kissed me, he did not remember that it was my birthday. I was thinking, why every time he kisses me is winter, and why every time is mine Birthday? Because, it’s too accidental, because not every season is winter, not every day is my birthday."

Xiao Bao looked at his uncle in confusion and asked, "Who is she and why does Yanxi always kiss her?"

Thinking smiled: "Shh, the game is not over yet. Next, you are going to find another woman. She was only fifteen years old when she met your father, but this woman is even more powerful. This time, your father has a crush on her. For a long time, but dare not speak."

"How to find?"

"Your father's things are hidden in her bedside table."

When Xiao Bao sneaked into the house, the door of the studio was still closed.

He tiptoed to the second floor, but saw Sier standing in front of the master bedroom on the second floor. The little guy was confused: "Aunty, why are you here?"

Sier held a little lion puppet in his hand and pinched his nose and said, "I am the little lion who will show you the game. Let me give you a hint. The bad woman is hidden in the candy jar." Mr. Yan has a candy jar. All the sugar Xiaobao eats is obtained from his father.

Xiao Bao knelt down and opened his father's bedside table.

The candy jar is made of white crystal and is inlaid with a photo.

The picture shows the lingering candles and the creamy "Happy Birthday".

Xiaobao saw this photo many times a day, but for the first time found that the jar was active and the photo could be extracted. After the photo, there are a few lines.

He showed Sier, "Is that this, aunt?"

Sier looked at the words at the back of the photo and said gently: "The woman I took pictures of is Yanxi's life's beloved love. She was unloved and followed me at the age of fifteen. I pity and treat her like brothers and sisters. , But never thought that in the winter of 2001, I had already given this woman a deep love, wishing to kiss her all the time, but she was ignorant. And although I knew it, I was shocked and did not want to admit it. After that, twice Man-made disasters, a chasm, a chasm, and a deep abyss. Every time on her birthday, I hurt my bones, and the medicine didn’t work. Everyone hoped to change a woman, but no matter how good other women are, they are not my stupid girl. How can it be. Since now, I only wish that every birthday, she can be by my side, drink a bottle of wine with me, and eat a jar of sweetness, sweetness to the dear ones. The letter was written in 2008."

Xiao Bao cried and said, "Who is this woman? Yanxi wants to kiss her."

Sier smiled: "Little baby, go find your father and let him tell you."

Yan Baobao held the diary and photos and opened the door of the studio.

Yanxi turned her head, looked at her son, smiled, and put down the paintbrush.

Yan Baobao whispered and pouted, "I hate you. You have kissed many bad women, but you never kiss Aheng, I hate you."

Yanxi raised her eyebrows: "The diary girl and the photo girl, right?"

Yan Baobao stared at those eyes that took up half of his face: "Who are they, why do you want to marry Aheng, why give birth to me, why not marry them and give birth to other male babies?"

Yanxi tore off the white cloth that had just been covered on the huge oil painting with one hand. With the summer breeze blowing, the sunflower field was full of eyes. The woman on the oil painting was holding a sleeping baby with a smile and lifelike voice.

Mr. Yan pinched Xiaobao's nose and smiled: "The diary girl's surname is Wen, and the picture girl I call her A Heng, and the woman in the picture is the same person. Do you understand that? Do you understand? Silly boy?"

Little Bao wrinkled his nose for a while before he blinked and threw himself into Yanxi's arms: "Yanxi, you love Aheng, don't you? Yanxi, you also love me, right?"

Yanxi hugged her son and looked at it for a long time, then grinned unkindly: "Who is he like this stupid?"

"Aheng said, I didn't give birth to you."

"Nonsense, can I give birth to me? Of course you were born to Aheng."

"You and Aheng never look at each other."

"Even if I don't look at your mother, I know where she is and what she does. We have been together since we were very young. She has become a part of my body."

"You and A Heng are only looking at me."

"Although I don't know what your mother thinks, if you weren't born to her, I promise I won't take another look..."

"But, but, you and Aheng never kissed each other. I stayed up late and late and didn't see you kissing."

"Son, you said it's very late, is it half past eight in the evening?"