In the name of father

One: When we first met, there was no surprise

"How did this kid grow up like this? It's a lump, the flesh on his face has nowhere to squeeze - the 70-year-old retired uncle who is the gatekeeper in the community doesn't have such drooping flesh - Li Tang feeds his son What, 'Zhudada' - eat Zhudada, Zhuzhu will grow up soon?"

With an unscrupulous smirk on his face, the handsome young man in a straight police uniform took the soft-looking baby from the hand of the black-haired man in front of him. They all exude a milky scent that makes people unconsciously want to be treated gently—it's a pity that the second young master of the Xiao family has always been a big bastard who doesn't like oil and salt, and things like "aura" and "atmosphere" are for him. , It's nothing but the fantasy of stupid human beings.

"It looks light, but it's actually very heavy." Slightly squinting his amber pupils, pretending that he didn't see the disapproving gaze from the black-haired man beside him, Xiao Yan seemed to be validating the money. He raised the chubby baby in his hand as if it was fake, and pointed it in the direction of the sun——

Seeing his youngest son's unreliable behavior, Xiao Mo who was standing aside finally couldn't help but said: "Xiao Yan, hold on tight, the kid won't be able to withstand your fall."

"How could it be possible to fall, unless I specifically let go—don't worry, I'm very caring, the people's policeman." Xiao Yan sneered, raising his hands above his head to fiddle with the baby—the baby was so lifted by the young police officer. Gao, compared to Xiao Mo's fear of being frightened, it can be said that he enjoyed it. He seemed to like being held high like this. He was so happy that he "babbled" and narrowed his eyes with a smile. Taking it out of his mouth, he clapped his hands happily, and even patted the tall nose bridge of the young man in front of him with the saliva on his hands——

There was a bang, and the transparent liquid that still smelled like milk ruthlessly covered the face of the second young master of the Xiao family.

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Mo: "..."

Xiao Yan: "It deserves it."

"I'll give it back to you." Xiao Yan painfully stuffed the baby in his hand into the arms of the black-haired man who had already posed for a long time, took out a tissue from his uniform pocket and wiped his face. Leaning sideways at the black-haired man's arms, he giggled and grinned, and glanced at the baby who was trying to hug him, "It's useless to be cute, it looks like Crayon Shin-chan."

Xiao Mo: "...Why are you personally attacking other children."

Xiao Yan looked at the man with an absurd expression: "Why are you nervous, he doesn't understand."

Xiao Mo: "How can there be someone like you?"

"That's who I am."

While talking, the second young master of the Xiao family stretched out his hand and threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can of Dieda Medicine Store. He held the hand of the very quiet little girl in his palm, he lowered his head, and showed a hooligan smile at the little girl who raised his head blankly and looked at him: "Hi, boy, from now on, you can call me 'Dad'."

Snapped.

"Ouch—hit me—what the hell are you doing old man—you don't know if you hit someone without the head? You still have time to reach out and hit me with a child in your arms!"

Xiao Mo: "Don't laugh like a hooligan and talk to little girls."

Xiao Yan: "Why do you, a retired gang boss, educate police officers who have a smooth career?"

"Shut up." Following behind the noisy father and son, Xiao Yan turned his head and nodded to the old woman behind the counter, "Aunt Zhang, Happy New Year."

On New Year's Eve, the rarely bustling bruise medicine shop returned to tranquility after the father and son of Xiao's family left. After a long time, the backs of the group of people who were drifting away in the distance put on the glasses that had been put aside before and muttered: "You can really talk, and you can return to Aunt Zhang. It's not an exaggeration to call her Granny Zhang——Happy New Year."

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Two: children

The man nestled on the sofa drinking hot tea glanced at the little girl who was sleeping soundly next to him.

Because I left that harsh environment, the heating is very sufficient, unlike a reliable one that can only warm a small area, the little girl no longer has to keep curled up and lie on the sofa to sleep, because Xiao Yan was painted from the police station. The medicine brought back from the infirmary, even the frostbite on his hand, has healed a lot.

In the first few days, the little boy who came to the new environment was very uncomfortable. Unlike Tangtang who knew nothing, the little girl who has already entered elementary school this year certainly knows that her living environment at this moment is very different from before. ——The mottled tube building is gone, replaced by a clean and spacious big house; the simple roof with cobwebs is gone, she has a clean girl with pink mood everywhere she likes Her own room; the wooden bed that creaked as soon as she fell asleep was gone, and she finally had her own princess bed—waking up from sleep every morning, with a hot breakfast, fresh soy milk, no longer full The damp and musty thick quilt, and the duvet with the faint scent of shower gel made her feel a little panicked for a while.

Life has changed a lot.

Fortunately, people have not changed.

Uncle Xiao is more gentle than she imagined. Although the two young uncles in Uncle Xiao's family are irritable and indifferent, they seem a bit unapproachable, but when she tries to talk to them, they will put down what they are doing and turn around patiently. Come over to look at her and answer her questions—gradually, Xiaotong also knows that Uncle Xiao Yan is very good at his homework, and he no longer has to worry about encountering questions he can’t do when doing homework; although Uncle Xiao Yan often likes to yell He lost his temper, but he would go far away in the heavy snow to pack a hot and sweet snack for them to eat, and he would hypnotically say to her every day, "Call Dad, come and listen".

...Ah, although to be honest, I don't really want to recognize a gangster as my father (...).

But at night, when I think of the real dad crying secretly under the quilt, and then turn around, I can always see the hot towel on the bedside, and see the barefoot man wearing a nightgown, gently closing the door for her figure.

Extra comfort is unnecessary.

Tears of sympathy are alms to the weak.

Xiaotong felt that he probably didn't need such sympathy.

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Three: Sugar

Fortunately, babies, even five or six months before they can recognize people, do not know that they have left the real "father" in the sense of blood, as long as the liquid sucked out of the bottle stuffed into their mouths every day The temperature was just right, and the taste was not bad. As a baby, Tangtang didn't show any rejection at all when she changed her home.

Moreover, there are monkey-like monsters who come to him every day to give him a fixed entertainment item "lifting high", which is very good.

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Four: Naming

"Name?" Xiao Mo calmly put down the fruit tea cup in his hand, and turned to look at the eldest son beside him.

"After the Chinese New Year, the Public Security Bureau can take their children to register when they go to work."

He smoothly pulled the man's right hand into his palm, and gently stroked the ring worn on the man's ring finger with the middle finger that was still wrapped in gauze——at this time, because he would estimate his injury, the man He would let him play and rub helplessly... Thinking of this, the corners of the young master Xiao's lips curled up slightly, his amber pupils sank, and he glanced at the young man who was sitting quietly by the coffee table and buried his head in hard work. The little boy who was doing his homework during the winter vacation seized this opportunity, leaned over and quickly kissed the corner of the lips of the black-haired man beside him: "Are you really old, how can the child go to kindergarten if he doesn't have a registered permanent residence?"

"It's not that I haven't thought about it," Xiao Mo said in a daze, "It's just that I haven't figured out what the name should be."

"The name is just a code name." Xiao Yan leaned closer to the man, letting himself lean against him.

Xiao Mo: "Then, Xiao Tong will be called 'Xiao Tong', and Tang Tang will be called 'Xiao Tang'."

Xiao Yan: "..."

Xiao Mo: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yan: "...Although it's a code name, it doesn't have to be so casual... In the future, Tangtang will be the successor of the Xiao family. How can you convince the public with this name?"

Xiao Mo: "..."

The final result was that the Xiao family father and son got together for three days that night, with the cultured Xiao Yan, who specially put on his gold-rimmed glasses to show seriousness, as the main force, and Xiao Yan, who was generally educated but understood feudal superstition Mo was at the side to help count strokes and horoscopes, and everyone seriously put the matter of "choosing a name for the child" on the agenda.

Xiao Yan, who was very uneducated, took care of the children beside him—changing diapers and feeding them.

"Why do I have to do this kind of thing that a nanny does when I come back from being tired all day?"

"Who told you that you didn't study well back then." The young master of the Xiao family pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said without raising his head.

Five: register

The first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year is the Lantern Festival.

There are two more pages in the Xiao family's household registration book, and one child is added to each page.

The older one, eight years old, is a daughter named Xiao Jingtong.

"—It sounds like she's going to be the queen of the industry in the future."

The youngest six-month-old is the young master, named Xiao Jingtang.

"—...It sounds like a Gong name."