After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

During the winter vacation, Zhang Yu made up his mind to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, and played with his son seriously.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu took Xiaobao to all the fun places in the city, such as zoos, playgrounds, fireworks shows by the lake...

As long as it is a place where Xiaobao can play at this age, the two young fathers will take him to play around, and wait until the Spring Festival is approaching, and then they will die at home.

Although Xiaobao was having a good time, he never called Zhang Yu his father. If he wanted to blame him, he had a stern handsome face. As long as he didn't talk, everyone would be scared.

So Song Wenzhi asked Zhang Yu to take Xiaobao to learn to walk, and bought many small toys for Zhang Yu to guide Xiaobao.

But Xiaobao's favorite is the little basketball toy that Song Wenzhi sold to him when he came back from vacation in October. He likes to hold it in his hand even when he sleeps, and his saliva will always be stained on the cotton wool.

As long as Zhang Yu held the small basketball in his hands, Xiao Bao would anxiously dangle in the toddler, waving his small arms to stare at the small basketball, and bent his not-so-flexible short legs towards Zhang. Move in the same direction as you are.

Song Wenzhi went to bed late watching the drama last night, and slept late the next morning. He squinted his eyes and rolled over on the bed. The seat next to him was empty, and Zhang Yu had woken up early.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the old-fashioned wall clock with rings on the wall. The pointer and the minute hand overlapped at the ten position, and it was already three poles in the sun.

Fortunately, Father Song's high school final exam invigilator left early today, otherwise Father Song, who is strict and stern, would have to reprimand him a few words.

But the main thing is to scold Zhang Yu. After all, the son-in-law spoils his son, and he must take the blame if it is not his fault.

Song Wenzhi stretched his waist and got up to wash his face in the bathroom in the bedroom. The voices of Zhang Yu and Xiaobao came faintly outside the bedroom door.

The milky white European-style door was tightly closed, probably because Zhang Yu didn't want to wake Song Wenzhi to close it on purpose.

There was a gap in the heavy bed curtain, Song Wenzhi picked up the remote control and pressed it in the direction of the window, and the light blue linen bed curtain was slowly and gently pulled open.

The sunlight poured in from the window, covering the whole room, and the winter sun was warm, and the years were peaceful.

After Song Wenzhi finished washing, he stretched out his hand to open the bedroom door, and the voices of Zhang Yu and Xiaobao also amplified in his ears like sunlight until they were clear.

The east side of the spacious living room is surrounded by a children's guardrail, which is covered with foam floor mats of various colors, and there are various toys and supplies for Xiaobao. It is a specially reserved baby area, where all things are placed.

The place between the LCD TV and the sofa is spacious and bright without obstacles.It was Zhang Yu who packed it out on purpose, just to play with Xiaobao.

Song Wenzhi was wearing house slippers, leaning against the door frame of the bedroom with his arms crossed, watching the interaction between father and son in the living room with eyes full of smiles.

Zhang Yu really put in a lot of effort to get close to Xiaobao.

He turned out a puppet bear-yellow hoodie he wore in high school and put it on. The hoodie was a loose style, and it fit Zhang Yu right now.

This dress was bought by Zhang's mother. Song Wenzhi still remembers that Zhang Yu had to wear it for a few days because the pattern was too cartoony. Later, Zhang Yu put it in the bottom of the closet under the pretext that it didn't fit, and never wore it again. Pass.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yu turned out the dress again.

He also wears a headband with rabbit ears that Song Wenzhi used to wash his face. It is cute, but it is not very practical. Song Wenzhi put it away after wearing it a few times.

The rabbit ear headband is swinging up and down with Zhang Yu's movements, and the fluffy white ears match Zhang Yu's mature and handsome face, which is inconsistent and novel.

"Xiaobao, come to Dad."

Zhang Yu's tone was soft and full of joy, and he raised his voice and shook the small basketball in his hand at Xiaobao.

Zhang Yu stood at a corner of the sofa in the living room, with a large floor-to-ceiling window behind him.And Xiaobao supported the corner coffee table, separated from him by a sofa distance.

I saw Xiaobao dangling his little hands, giggling and giggling in Zhang Yu's direction, stepping forward with his slightly weak legs, and walking in front of Zhang Yu.

Xiao Nai Tuanzi raised her head and opened her small hands. Zhang Yu stood up straight and did not move. Xiao Bao raised his head and fell on Zhang Yu's lap, holding his ankle and not letting go.

Zhang Yu leaned forward slightly and blinked at Xiaobao: "Xiaobao, what do you want to call me?"

Xiao Bao's eyes turned from the basketball to Zhang Yu's face, without hesitating for long, he said crisply but inarticulately: "Dad, Dad!"

Zhang Yu grinned, picked Xiaobao up and turned around twice, and kissed Xiaobao's cheek again: "That's great!"

Hard work pays off, after Zhang Yu's long-term hard work, Xiaobao finally knows how to call Dad when he sees Zhang Yu.

Song Wenzhi looked at the two people, one big and one young, and stayed on the door frame without saying a word.It wasn't until Zhang Yu caught a glimpse of Song Wenzhi that he walked over with Xiaobao in his arms and a smile on his face.

"Morning, Xiaozhi." Zhang Yu tilted his head and kissed the corner of Song Wenzhi's mouth.

Xiao Bao was sandwiched between the two, blinking his big black eyes a few times, holding the little basketball and watching the two fathers kiss, and babbling "Daddy".

"It's getting late, it's time for lunch."

Song Wenzhi took Xiaobao and put him on the ground. Nai Tuanzi first landed on his unstable buttocks, then stood up with his little hands, glanced at Song Wenzhi who was squatting aside, turned around and hugged Zhang Yu calf.

Because the small basketball is still in Zhang Yu's hands.

"Xiaozi, why don't you squat down when you play with Xiaobao, standing like a pine tree, Xiaobao is used to hugging your legs when he sees you now."

Song Wenzhi was leaning on the door frame just now and wanted to complain, his son is still so young, if he develops the habit of hugging people when he sees them, what can he do?

"No baby, trust me." Zhang Yu said proudly: "Xiao Bao recognizes me now, and he will only hug my legs."

"Really?"

"Of course." Zhang Yu nodded: "Look why he doesn't hug your leg, he just comes to hug me."

Afterwards, Song Wenzhi observed for a while, and found that Xiaobao didn't hug anyone's legs, but only did this action to Zhang Yu.So I didn't say anything, and I acquiesced to this little eccentricity of the father and son.

As the Spring Festival approached, Song Wenzhi originally wanted to invite Bai Xingyu to come to his house to celebrate the New Year, but Bai Xingyu politely declined.

He said that he wanted to take advantage of the vacation to travel and go out for a while.

Song Wenzhi was still worried about Bai Xingyu traveling alone, but later he heard from Zhang Yu that Tan Zihao's stalker wanted to go with Bai Xingyu.

And Bai Xingyu had an attitude of "whatever you want", neither agreeing nor refusing, in short, he didn't say anything.

Later, Bai Xingyu sent a few photos of him alone while playing, one of which was Tan Zihao accidentally caught in the camera, and he was standing in an inconspicuous corner, silently watching Bai Xingyu in front of the camera.

Still holding a thermos and a bag in his hand, and carrying a big backpack behind him, he looks like a male nanny.

Song Wenzhi curled his lips, thinking that you should go after Tan Zihao, and you must make up for all these years.

The day before New Year's Eve, Song's father suddenly told Song Wenzhi that there was a reform meeting of the National ABO Association this year, and Shen Qing couldn't get away, so he wouldn't go home for the New Year.

"Is it true that Daddy won't go home during the Chinese New Year?" Song Wenzhi immediately fell to the bottom of his mood when he found out about this.

In previous years, Song Wenzhi didn't see Shen Qing all year round, so he hoped that during the Chinese New Year, Shen Qing would stay at home for a while.

"Your father said that you can call him around eleven o'clock tomorrow, don't... be dejected."

Father Song didn't know how to comfort others, so he could only pat Song Wenzhi on the shoulder, took his wife's words and entered the house.

On New Year's Eve, Song Wenzhi was still immersed in depression.

Moreover, Zhang Yu went out early in the morning, saying that he was going to attend the annual meeting of the Zhang Group, and he probably would not come back until dark.

Song's father and Zhang's father went out together on business, and only Song Wenzhi and Zhang's mother were left at home, which seemed a little deserted.

"Little Zhi, you don't need to help mom, go and play with Xiaobao."

Mother Zhang is stewing ribs in the kitchen, and there are a bunch of vegetables and fruits on the table, which are all the ingredients for cooking tonight.

Seeing that Song Wenzhi was coming to finish washing with his sleeves rolled up, Mother Zhang waved his hands and pushed him out.

"Your dad will come back with Zhang Yu in a while, let them cook for me, you go and watch Xiaobao."

There are some wrinkles on Zhang Mujiao's beautiful face, and a dignified and elegant temperament emerges spontaneously.

She smiled at Song Wenzhi, coaxing a child and said, "Mom will make you your favorite sweet and sour pork today, and there are many other dishes that you like to eat."

Zhang's mother treated Song Wenzhi as her own son since she was a child, and she liked him very much.

Moreover, her son and Song Wenzhi happened to be an Alpha and an Omega, so she only thought that it would be great if they were together.

Fortunately, Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu are in love with each other. It's not that Zhang's mother's gift is not ready yet, even with a grandson, Zhang's mother is already happy.

"Thank you mom." Song Wenzhi chuckled and lowered his eyes, he could only turn around and walk towards the bedroom.

"Little Zhi," Zhang's mother suddenly stopped him, "Don't forget to call your father."

The whole family knew that Song Wenzhi was in a bad mood if Shen Qing didn't come back, so Zhang's mother cooked a lot of Song Wenzhi's favorite dishes, and Zhang Yuhe and the two fathers also took care of his feelings.

Song Wenzhi responded in the bedroom, sat on the bed and looked up at the old-fashioned clock on the wall.

Of course he won't forget.

Xiaobao was still sleeping soundly in the crib, mother Zhang's voice was heard from the kitchen from time to time, and Song Wenzhi just stared at the wall clock without blinking.

Time passed bit by bit, Song Wenzhi sat like this until exactly eleven o'clock at noon, and then he dialed Shen Qing's cell phone on time.

"Hello." The call was quickly connected, and Song Wenzhi heard Shen Qing's voice.

"Hey daddy." Song Wenzhi pursed his lips, and said like an opening sentence: "I wish you an early year in advance."

"You too, Xiaozhi."

While answering the phone, Song Wenzhi walked aimlessly around the bedroom, Song Wenzhi chatted with Shen Qing about some daily things, he looked down at the strawberries in the fruit plate, and said jokingly.

"Daddy, when you come back every year, daddy will ask friends in my hometown to send a box of special strawberries. This year you're not here, we don't have any of them."

Song Wenzhi's original intention was to say that Shen Qing was not at home for the New Year this year, and everyone was not used to it.But Shen Qing seemed to be wrong.

"Want to eat strawberries?"

Song Wenzhi smiled helplessly, and drew circles on the floor with his toes: "I just miss you, Daddy."