animal lover

The child was carried into the incubator after it was born, and Muyan bled profusely. It was Linda who pulled him back from death.

After the operation, he slept for two days, and he was still in a daze until he woke up.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, he frowned and blinked a few times.The nurse who took care of him noticed him and immediately went to call Linda over.

Linda arrived, she squatted and leaned against Muyan, and whispered in his ear, "The child is healthy, and you are fine."

Muyan opened her mouth, her voice was very low, and he asked, "I can't see clearly."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine when you recover."

Mu Yan nodded, and Linda took out her phone and showed him the photos, "See if he is exactly the same as you."

Mu Yan stared at the red and wrinkled little baby in the photo, pursed her mouth, and asked dryly, "It will look better when he opens it."

Linda laughed at him and said, "Why do you still despise him?"

"No, I don't." Mu Yan said, retracting her face into the quilt, glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and said to herself with lingering fear: "It will grow up, it will look better when it grows up."

It was a little boy. Muyan thought of many names for him in the past two days. By the way, she asked Linda to think about it for herself. Linda said, "How about being rich?"

Muyan frowned, looked at the foreigner, and said to her, "Mu has money, wood has money, and no money." He paused, then sighed, "My son can't be without money."

Linda was stunned, "I didn't expect this homonym."

"Even if there is no homonym, the word rich is not used in the name of the average Chinese."

In the end, he decided on the name of the child himself. Mu Guican, after thinking about it for a long time, still wanted to push the most beautiful and best to his child.

After he was able to go to the ground, the first thing he did was to let Linda accompany him to see the child.

His little one, Cancan, was curled up in the incubator, and he looked through the glass, and he didn't need anyone to remind him. Among the babies, he found his own child at a glance.

He lay on the glass and stared blankly for a long time, his face covered with tears.

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After coming out of the hospital, Linda stayed with Muyan for a while.

Muyan still doesn't know anything, and even has to learn such things as holding a baby to make milk powder. Linda wrote him a time sheet, which explained when Cancan sleeps and eats, how long she sleeps and how much she eats.

Muyan never imagined that raising a child would be more difficult than having a child.Linda also suggested that he was looking for a nanny, but Muyan didn't like the presence of other people in the house, and was even more worried about entrusting Cancan to others, so she had to do everything by herself.

Fortunately, Cancan is very obedient, apart from crying when she is hungry, urinating, and crying, the rest of the time she sleeps soundly. Sometimes when she wakes up, she opens her eyes wide and turns around, looking at the person who is hugging her. .

Muyan called him Cancan, sometimes Baby Cancan, and Canbao a few times, whatever he liked anyway.

Cancan was able to call her father when she was ten months old.

The pronunciation was quite clear, he picked up his toy, fed it to Muyan's mouth, and said, "Dad, eat."

The "Dad" came so fast that he didn't even realize it. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

He hugged Cancan, leaned his face closer, and said in a low voice, "Cancan, call again."

Cancan looked at him, touched Muyan's face lightly with her little hand, and didn't understand why his face was wet, so he clapped his hands and called with a smile, "Dad, eat... eat..."

Muyan took the toy that Cancan fed to her mouth, pretended to open her mouth, and took a bite, "Okay, Dad has eaten, Cancan is so good."

As he said this, he suddenly hugged Cancan tightly, his face was buried on the child's shoulder, the little life in his arms was so young and fragile, but it brought him unprecedented strength and stability.

He said, "Cancan, Dad loves you."

The exact same words, just like what Mu Zhengyuan said to him, he told his son again as a father.

Cancan raised her head, opened her palm to hook Muyan's fingers, and repeated repeatedly, "Cancan, Dad loves you."

Muyan laughed.

When Cancan was more than one year old, he started to walk slowly holding the edge of the table, but he walked unsteadily, and once accidentally fell, knocked his mouth on the corner of the table, and rubbed off a large piece of skin.The child cried for a long time, and Muyan cried herself, feeling that this was more painful than falling on her body.

After sending the child to the hospital for medicine, after returning, Muyan bought a lot of sponges to cover the corners of the table, and used the sponges to cover all the corners of the house.He also laid a thick carpet on the ground, even if Cancan accidentally fell, it wouldn't hurt much.

Children especially like to roll around on the carpet, from one end of the living room to the other, then climb into Muyan’s arms, hug his arms, put their ears on Muyan’s heart, and listen to his heartbeat Voice.

Cancan grows up and is about to go to kindergarten. She especially likes to let Muyan tell him stories, from Grimm's fairy tales to Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, stories about princesses and princes, and legends about fox demons and scholars.Those stories created another world in Cancan's heart, an illusory and beautiful magical world that belonged to him.

He would often ask Muyan what happened afterwards.

Are the prince and princess in the story really together forever?Wouldn't they quarrel and be awkward?Or their forever, just what we want to see, in fact, they have secretly separated.

After hearing this, Muyan smiled and said, "Then it won't be forever, is it good to use it all the time?"

He hugged Cancan, held the child's soft body in his arms, kissed Cancan's cheek, and said to him: "They have been together, living a happy life, until death can separate them .”

After hearing this, Cancan took Muyan's hand and said to him, "We will always be together until death."

"Children, don't say such words, it's unlucky."

Muyan squeezed Cancan's face, the beautiful child was partly like him, and partly like another person, especially the eyes, with black and white pupils, when looking at people, it seemed as if they could see the bottom of their hearts at once.

Cancan stared at Muyan quietly, did not speak any more, and curled up obediently in Muyan's arms.

When Cancan was three years old, she could already see that she was smarter than her peers.

Kindergarten started, and the whole class was crying, so he walked in quietly, found a chair and sat down.Muyan was still not at ease, standing by the window for a long time, Cancan waved to him, telling him not to worry.

After attending for a month, the kindergarten teacher contacted Muyan. Muyan thought that Cancan was in trouble, but she didn't expect the teacher to suggest that Cancan be promoted.According to Cancan's IQ, Xiaoban is not suitable for him at all.

Mu Yan found a job teaching children to dance by herself, and she only had four hours of lessons every day, which was very leisurely.He drove to pick up Cancan after work, and he came early, standing outside the classroom, looking at Cancan from the window.

The teacher asked the children to form a four-person team and divide the work into painting.

Cancan sat in the seat, without taking the initiative, the other children surrounded him.

He draws by himself, very fast, and Muyan's heart tightens because of his expressionless face.

In the middle of the night, when he woke up groggy, he could see Jiang Yenan leaning against the head of the bed, typing on his notebook, staring at the screen with a blank expression. More stern and profound.

At that moment, Cancan was like a miniature version of Jiang Yenan, with almost exactly the same eyebrows and eyes, and a tense side face, drawing lines with a paintbrush. Draw, revealing a pure and bright smile.

Muyan stared blankly at this smile, her heart that was hanging in the air suddenly dropped, and her stiff body slowly relaxed.

It's time to leave school, and the children are like a group of chicks, rushing out of the teacher's door.

Mu Yan stood at the door, squatted on the ground and opened her hands.Seeing him, Cancan called out daddy in surprise, then ran towards him and plunged into Muyan's arms.

Muyan picked him up, and Cancan put her hands around Muyan's neck, "Father, I'm drawing in class today, and everyone said I'm good at drawing."

Muyan carried him downstairs, and whispered in Cancan's ear, "Is Cancan happy in the small class?"

Cancan said in a milky voice, "Happy."

Walking to the side of the car, Muyan opened the door with one hand, and carried him into the safety seat.He himself went around to the driver's seat, turned his head to look at Cancan behind him, and said to him, "The teacher said that Cancan can go to the big class, does Cancan want to go?"

Cancan blinked, didn't say whether she wanted to go, but said, "Dad, can you teach me how to read?"

"Ok?"

"I want to read books, and I want to write my own stories."

Still a child, he said what he wanted to do, but his face was full of determination.

He squeezed the steering wheel tightly with his hands, and it was hard not to think about that person in his heart. He pursed his lips and said softly, "Okay, no problem."

Muyan didn't let Cancan go to the big class directly, but enrolled him in several interest classes.

Cancan learns everything very quickly, and she can read books by herself in a short time.

He likes to go to bookstores, and whenever he is free, he pulls Muyan and asks him to accompany him to the bookstore.

The largest bookstore here is near the sea, and there is a coffee bar inside. This is the place where the father and son go most often in their spare time.Muyan orders a cup of latte, while Cancan orders a cup of warm milk. The two of them sit by the window, reading a book, occasionally raising their heads to see the layers of ocean waves.

Muyan finished reading the book in her hand, took the book and went to the bookshelf to put it away.When re-selecting books, I saw the book in the corner.He licked his dry lips, but the eyes that he wanted to cast aside were slid over. His hands seemed to be out of his control, and by the time he realized it, he had already taken out the book.

Probably because it has been placed in the corner for too long, and when you take it out, you can touch a thin layer of dust on the book cover.He stared at the familiar name on it, his teeth were clenched together, the heart in his chest was beating violently, his stomach was throbbing with pain, and the book in his hand turned into a hot iron.He let go, and the book fell to the floor.

The waiter in the store happened to pass by, and when he saw that he was about to faint while leaning on the bookshelf, he was startled, and immediately ran over to help him up.

"Sir, are you all right?"

Muyan took a deep breath, waved her hands, her lips were pale and bloodless, "I'm fine, just a little low blood sugar."

He stood up straight and pressed his fingers to his temples.The clerk bent down to pick up the book that fell on the floor, wiped the dust off the cover, and asked in surprise, "Why is this book still there?"

Muyan raised her head, looked at the book in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's the author's publishing house. It notified us two years ago that we would recall all the books. It seems to have cleared them all."

Muyan was taken aback, and he asked, "Why? Isn't he quite famous?"

"Famous is famous, but his personality is somewhat weird. If he doesn't want to write, he won't write. He doesn't even want to leave books in this world." The clerk weighed the book in his hand and shook it in front of Muyan. It might have been included in the omission at the beginning, but when I look back, I..."

"Can you sell it to me?"

Mu Yan took a step forward, and said, "I want to see, can you still sell this to me?"