animal lover

After dinner, Muyan took Cancan to play at the beach for a while, took off her shoes and stepped on the sand with her bare feet, when the waves came, Cancan ran out screaming, calling her father to save me, while lol.

Muyan trotted behind him, hugged his waist, and spun around in mid-air.Cancan lay in Muyan's arms, laughing so hard that her body trembled wildly.

As the evening approached, Muyan and Cancan sat on a slightly higher sandy slope, the setting sun slowly sank to the sea level, the blue sea surface was illuminated transparently and brightly, and the orange light rippled slightly.Muyan looked down at Cancan, the child's fair face was enveloped by a layer of warm light.

He didn't know why, maybe he was so happy. All the tiredness and troubles in his body were collected at this moment, and his heart was wrapped in layers. He leaned his face on Cancan's young back and whispered: "Cancan, Dad Love you."

Cancan held his hand and said to him, "Dad, I love you too."

When going back, Cancan was probably tired, Muyan carried him on her back, and he lay on Muyan's back.The child weighed nothing, and Mu Yan felt that he was as light as a feather, as if he would fly away with a light blow, so she couldn't help but tighten her hands.

He bathed Cancan, wrapped the child in a big towel, raised his head, and let him wipe his face obediently.Muyan carried Cancan outside to dry her hair, turned on the cold wind, and it rumbled by her ears.

Muyan put the hair dryer aside, and used a cotton swab to clean Cancan's ears.

"Father, it's a little itchy." Cancan shrank her neck, her snow-white face was tugged together, Muyan thought he was cute, and couldn't help but kissed him several times on the cheek.

After drying his hair, Mu Yan dressed him up.

Cancan jumped out of bed, ran to the table, and handed the book bought in the bookstore to Muyan, "Dad, read for me."

Muyan looked down and found that it was the book he bought from the bookstore last time. He was stunned and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Cancan leaned into his arms and said to him, "Dad, you've been watching this all these days."

Muyan pursed her lips, Cancan turned around and hugged Muyan's neck, "Dad, read to me."

Mu Yan once thought that Jiang Yenan was an unshakable mountain in his heart, just like Sun Wukong was crushed by Wuzhi Mountain, and he also lived under the shadow of a terrifying mountain because of Jiang Yenan.

These were three words that he didn't even want to think about. Now he can read his words again, which makes him feel incredible.

In fact, when I think about it, there is nothing in this world that will not change. Those seemingly heavy pasts are easily turned over like turning a page.When I regain my senses, I will sigh, it turns out that it would be such an understatement to grind a person out of one's life.

He opened the book, and looked at the publication time. This should be Jiang Yenan's last book, and Muyan herself hasn't read it yet.

He read the beginning to Cancan, but he was immersed in the world of the book without knowing it. When he came back to his senses, he looked at Cancan again and found that the child had fallen asleep.

Muyan gently moved her numb arm, and Cancan grunted, calling for her father.Muyan's heart was hot, she put the book aside, and lay on the bed with Cancan in her arms.

The child in his arms is his everything, his flesh and blood, his life.

The window was open, the night breeze was gentle, Muyan lay beside Cancan, and in the moonlight, she gently brushed the strands of hair from the side of Cancan's forehead.

Cancan was six years old and had to go to the first grade. The ordinary schoolwork was too simple for Cancan, so Muyan enrolled him in two classes, one composition class and one piano class.It should be hereditary. Cancan has a strong interest in writing. Knowing that Muyan has enrolled him in a class, he is overjoyed. He circles around Muyan, saying that he will tell stories to many children in the future.

Muyan feels that Cancan sometimes looks mature, but she is still a child after all, and she is no longer telling stories to children when she grows up.

The hobby class was not far from their home, and Muyan drove him there, and it took about ten minutes.

This children's interest center is quite big. After arriving, Muyan sent Cancan to the classroom, and Muyan said to him: "Call Dad after class."

Cancan nodded and said yes, Muyan said again: "Don't bother with strangers, what if strangers want to take you away?"

Cancan obediently said: "Go and call the teacher."

Before Mu Yan could continue to ask, Cancan continued, "If there is no teacher, call for help and scare the strangers away."

Muyan patted his head, "After class, just obediently wait for me in the classroom."

Cancan took his hand, shook it, and whispered, "Dad, I will miss you."

Muyan raised the corner of her mouth, reluctant to let him go.

The first one was the piano class. The piano teacher looked helplessly at the inseparable father and son, and he coughed.Muyan came to her senses and smiled awkwardly. He let go of Cancan and walked to the door. When he stood outside the door, he was still worried and watched for a long time outside the window.

He still has a dance class today. Recently, the dance classroom assigned him a group of older students, so it was easier to teach him.

Most of the dancers are girls, and when a lesson ends, he sits cross-legged on the ground to drink water.A few girls at the side came over, biting each other's ears, standing in front of Muyan, a little girl was a little embarrassed, and knelt down to call out teacher.

Muyan raised her head, looked over suspiciously, and heard the other party ask: "Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?"

Muyan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "What girlfriend, my son is already six years old."

The little girl opened her eyes wide, looked at him in surprise, and stammered, "Teacher, are you joking? You can't tell at all."

"I'll show you my son's photo." Mu Yan showed her the phone screen, and several girls immediately surrounded him, squeezing in front of his phone screen.

"Mr. Mu, your son is so cute."

"Yeah, it looks like you."

"The skin is so fair, and she looks so obedient."

The little girls chattered and praised Cancan, and Mu Yan was happy to hear that, with a smile on her face, she cheerfully turned over all the photos for them to see.

While looking at it, he said: "This is the full moon. This picture shows him one year old. He just learned to walk, and then he fell and his mouth was broken. This is his second birthday. I took him to Disney to play. He is very special. I like Donald Duck. And this one, he was playing with sand on the beach last month."

The mobile phone, which is not too small in capacity, is full of more than 1000 photos, most of which are Cancan, and Muyan doesn't have a single one.

In the past, Mu Yan saw someone say that after a family has a child, everything will revolve around the child.

At that time, he didn't believe it, but now when he looked at these photos, he realized how important a child is to a family.

Almost all of his life is carried on Cancan, and his trivial love is devoted to Cancan all the time.

Several girls said with emotion: "Mr. Mu, you are really a good father, I will also find a boyfriend like you in the future."

Mu Yan smiled, "How old are you? It's still early."

The little girl blushed and stopped talking, and there was a lot of booing around her.Muyan listened absent-mindedly, gripping the phone tightly, thinking about what Cancan was doing at this moment.

Piano lessons just started, not too difficult.Cancan passed a class easily, and the piano teacher gave him the basic staff and asked him to go back and look at it.

After Cancan took it, she politely said thank you to him.

The piano teacher knelt down, touched Cancan's hair, and said with a smile, "How did your parents raise you? This is the first time I've seen such a well-behaved child."

"My father often praises me. When I finish drinking the water in the glass, he will always say, Cancan is so obedient and amazing, and I have finished drinking the glass of water." The hair that the teacher has touched is completely opposite to the childish look in front of Muyan.

He raised his head and asked, "Teacher, can you take me to the composition class?"

The piano teacher was stunned, and immediately said: "Okay."

They came out of the music classroom and walked through a corridor to the composition class.Muyan reported small class teaching, one-to-one lessons.

Cancan walked into the small classroom, but there was no one inside. The piano teacher looked back and asked anxiously, "Why hasn't Teacher Jiang come yet?"

Cancan found a chair inside and sat down. From the window here, he couldn't see the sea. He looked away, and then heard a voice, which was a little low, making people feel like he had a cold.He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a person standing at the door of the classroom, wearing a loose white shirt, black trousers, with curly hair and curled ends.

That person walked in, Cancan couldn't help standing up, staring at him, watching what he and the piano teacher whispered.

Cancan felt a little nervous, thinking that this person should be her composition teacher.

"Mu Guican?"

"Here." Cancan shouted loudly, and the piano teacher hadn't left yet, laughing nearby.

Cancan blushed, the composition teacher pursed her lips, and said to him, "You can just call me Teacher Jiang from now on."

Cancan nodded her head, watching Mr. Jiang write down his surname on the blackboard with a chalk, and he recited the word silently.

Teacher Jiang leaned against the table, rubbed away the chalk dust with his fingers, shook, and suddenly asked him: "Have you read all the words?"

Cancan smiled, he was always like this with the people he liked, he was extremely well-behaved, and said sweetly: "Dad taught me everything, and Cancan knows how to do it."

Teacher Jiang said "um", but coughed a few times while speaking. He took out a light blue mask from his pocket, put it on, and said to Cancan, "I'm sorry, I have a low-grade fever, and I just came from the hospital."

"It's ok."

Cancan almost shook her head like a rattle, and he sat down on the chair.

The window gathered strong light, Cancan looked like a little angel with wings, staring ahead with innocent eyes.

Teacher Jiang looked at him sideways and turned to the first page of the handout.