The substitute always wants to be Bai Yueguang

The four-year-old child already has his own little thoughts, and expresses them very neatly, with a single sentence that hits Shu Yuan's sore spot impartially.

The past that had been sealed for four years came back a little bit, and those helpless pains and groans in the darkness poured out again, leaving no room for Shu Yuan to maneuver.

It's not that he didn't know the child's desire for his father these years, but he deliberately turned a blind eye to it. He only thought from his own point of view that it was safest for the child to stay away from Lu Yingchuan, but the child didn't know.

They don't understand anything, they don't understand, they don't understand why people have two fathers or fathers and mothers, but they have only one father.

They just want to be hugged by their father, that's all.

Shu Yuan's eyes were wet, and a chill ran through his whole body. The child understood these feelings, but he couldn't answer the child. How should he answer?

Said that their father didn't like them and wanted to kill them?How could he speak out.

His lips were numb, and it took a long time before he hugged the two children and kissed them on the forehead, tremblingly said:

"Father will come back when the good baby grows up. Let's wait together, shall we?"

This is not the first time that Yao Nian asked him for his father, he still used his previous excuses, every time Yao Nian was very good, but today he refused, and started crying with his small mouth open.

While crying, he waved his small fists on Shu Yuan's chest, crying endlessly, his little face was flushed from crying:

"I want my father to ride a horse every year, and I want my father to participate in the sports meeting, and I want my father every year!"

The child's strength is not too great, and it doesn't hurt to hit his chest, but the cry is like a knife cutting the seal of the past four years, all the hatred, longing and fear poured out, his chest hurts sharply, and he hangs down. Eyelids shade dim pupils.

"Doesn't the good baby like daddy?"

"I like it!" Yao Nian wept tiredly and sobbed on Shu Yuan's neck, "But why does the good baby want a father as well as a father?"

Shu Yuan closed his eyes and wiped away the child's tears: "It's my father's fault..."

At this moment, a warm little hand was pressed against Shu Yuan's cheek, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Qing holding up his little hand to wipe his tears, with a serious and serious expression on his childish little face:

"It's okay, as long as Yan'er has a father, don't be sad, father."

The child's pretentious mature appearance and the frosty face in memory gradually overlapped, Shu Yuan could no longer hold the two children in his arms and sobbed softly.

It's ridiculous to say that the child he worked so hard to give birth to is not quite like him, but very much like Lu Yingchuan, especially Yan'er is carved out of the same mold.

How ironic, the child that Lu Yingchuan didn't expect was very much like him.

The night was layer upon layer, and the father and son hugged into a ball and fell asleep on the bed.

Early the next morning, Shu Yuan rubbed his head against the two children to wake them up.

Dad's hair rubbed them itchy, and he writhed and laughed loudly. He didn't have the disappointment he had last night for a long time.

After a while, the father and son got up from the bed, and Shu Yuan made some breakfast for the two of them before sending them to the kindergarten.

He didn't think too much about it himself, and bought some nutritional supplements for Grandma Fan. He looked at the old man and said:

"Grandma Fan, this time I have to trouble you to babysit my child for two days. I have a competition and I have to go to Zhenyuan."

Grandma Fan is in her fifties, with a strong body. Grandma Fan came here a few days after Shu Yuan came here.

Besides Lu Zhen, she is also the second one who has watched the children grow up, and the children are also close to her, so in recent years, when Shu Yuan has some performances and needs to go out, it is Grandma Fan who takes care of the children.

"Go, go," Grandma Fan had a peaceful face, smiling so hard that her teeth could not see her eyes, "I will take care of you."

Shu Yuan smiled lightly: "I have troubled you all these years."

After speaking, he walked out of the house, put the piano in the trunk and drove to perform in a new first-tier city near City Z.

In the past, he would refuse to perform in cities close to City Z, but this time he couldn't. This competition is very important, and the ranking in this competition is an important ticket to determine whether he can perform in international music festivals in the future.

The old man is also looking forward to this match, and he will also work hard to give the children a better life. Considering this aspect, Shu Yuan will also go all out.

As soon as he got off the plane, Shu Yuan was too sunburned by the sun in City C. He took out a white sun protection suit from the suitcase and put it on, put on the piano on his back, and walked out of the airport.

When he arrived at the largest business hotel in City C, there were already people waiting. Shu Yuan handed his luggage to the porter, and was about to go see the venue with the person in charge when he was bumped into him from behind.

He staggered and was about to jump forward, but he was held up by someone, which prevented him from falling.

He raised his head and glanced, and was stunned at a glance.

It's Yunzheng.

He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of light blue cropped pants, looking at Shu Yuan in surprise:

"you......"

Looking at Yunzheng, Shu Yuan also felt a little emotional. He and Yunzheng hadn't seen each other for almost five years, and the man in front of him should be thirty, but he looked as clean as a college student who just left school:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yunzheng nodded, told the person in charge to leave first, and took Shu Yuan for a stroll:

"Are you here to participate in this cello competition?"

The emotions towards Yunzheng Shuyuan are a bit complicated, he doesn't want to be related to anyone in Z city, let alone Yunzheng and Zhou Xiao are in a husband and wife relationship.

He was about to find an excuse to leave, but seeing Yunzheng's eagerness to chat with him, he couldn't find a word to leave, and sighed slightly:

"Ah."

"I knew it. I didn't see you on the violin, so I guessed that you played the cello." Yunzheng's round eyes were slightly bent, and there was a natural gentleness in her voice, which made people can't help but lighten her tone.

The two chatted for a while, Yunzheng hesitated for a while and said:

"You and Lu Yingchuan..."

Shu Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he clenched his fingers tightly:

"Yunzheng!"

His voice suddenly raised, and Yunzheng glanced at him:

"what happened?"

"Can you..." Shu Yuan's voice was hoarse, "Don't tell Lu Yingchuan that you have seen me?"

He originally ran away, taking the two children that Lu Yingchuan didn't like. If Lu Yingchuan knew that the two children were still alive, he didn't know what would happen.

Now, he doesn't plan to care about the past enmity or kindness or resentment, he only wants the children to grow up healthy and happy.

This is his only wish.

Yunzheng looked into Shu Yuan's eyes, but did not reveal that Lu Yingchuan was the main investor of this event.

As soon as Lu Yingchuan entered the hotel, he saw Zhou Xiao standing in the lobby waiting for him with his arms around Yunzheng. Seeing him pass by, Zhou Xiao deliberately kissed Yunzheng in front of him.

Yunzheng's cheeks were slightly red, and she stepped on Zhou Xiao's toes angrily, saying:

"Mr. Lu."

Lu Yingchuan nodded, his stern face didn't react to Zhou Xiao's various jokes, he just said:

"How is the piano practice?"

Yunzheng nodded: "Almost."

He looked at Lu Yingchuan's appearance, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Mr. Lu, have you checked the roster for the competition?"

Lu Yingchuan shook his head, he didn't care about this concert, it was just a name, if it wasn't because Zhou Xiao asked him to come to Yunzheng to save face, he would not have come, and how could he read the list of the competition.

Yunzheng hesitated to speak, she had heard Zhou Xiao talk about the matter between Lu Yingchuan and Shu Yuan more or less, if she met tomorrow, would she be guilty?

He was about to say something, but Zhou Xiao shook his head, pursed his lips and swallowed what he knew.

How did Shu Yuan know that Lu Yingchuan, who he always wanted to escape, had appeared upstairs at this moment.

He was playing the piano, and suddenly his heart moved, and he made a mistake in the familiar tune.

Shu Yuan raised his hand and slowly put it on his chest, what's wrong?

Feeling uneasy, he took out his mobile phone and played a video for the two little ones. The two children were rolling around on Grandma Fan's bed.

......

The next morning Shu Yuan packed up and went to the competition hall.

The hall is a large conference center with upper and lower floors that can accommodate nearly 1000 people. The upper floor is divided into several small rooms, which are obviously VIP seats, while the bustling seats below are full of people.

Shu Yuan couldn't help sweating when he saw his palms in the background. It was the first time he played the piano in front of so many people.

Soon his number was called, and he took a deep breath before walking up with the piano.

Seeing so many people staring straight at him, an invisible pressure was pressing on Shu Yuan.

His throat moved, and a trace of cold sweat broke out in his palms. The bow in his hand was extremely heavy at this moment, as if it was about to pull his arm to the ground.

Finally, a burst of applause pulled Shu Yuan out of his nervous mood, and he gave a gentleman's salute before sitting on the chair.

The lights went out, and the elegant sound of the cello slowly flowed out along with Shu Yuan's movements.

The melodious tune seems to be a few small pieces of memory inadvertently falling into the calm lake of the heart, causing ripples in circles.

He is getting more and more involved, the music is gradually trembling and pious, the rising tone is moving slowly but firmly, there is no space, no more time, pulling Shu Yuan into the torrent of memory with all his heart.

Accompanied by the alto concerto and the repeatedly changing tones, his past memories gradually became thinner and dimmed.

Lu Yingchuan was not interested in music at first, and it was rare to hear a performance that attracted him after listening to it for so long.

He raised his head to look towards the center of the stage, and the pupils of his eyes shrank instantly. At this moment, the love and longing that had been suppressed for four years came violently like water that had not been released for a hundred years.

He stood up abruptly and clung to the guardrail tightly, his lips trembling slightly. On the stage was...

Shu Yuan.