Baby, wait until you grow up

The sky darkened quickly, thick ink splashed the entire sky, An Hao took the child back to the room.An Boning made his hands full of mud, An Hao took the needle and grabbed his son's hand, "How old are you, you still play with mud."

He reproached lightly, not hiding his deep pampering in his tone.

"Anyway, in front of my father, I will always be a child." An Boning replied with a smile.

When these words fell, An Hao's heart felt like several crazy cats scratching. The pain came from deep in the bone marrow of the body, and it could not be rooted out.If you want to get rid of it, you will die of pain!

Yes, he was his own child, all his life.

Seeing his father's gloomy face, An Boning was startled by the solemn expression between his brows and eyes, "Dad, what's wrong with you? Did I say something wrong?" The boy recalled a little, and there was nothing wrong with his sentence.

"No, Dad is thinking about something." An Hao smiled at him, and carefully picked the yellow mud from the child's nails with the blunt end of the needle.It would hurt the child's fair and tender skin, An Hao Bei'er focused on it, and stared at it with his eyes motionless.

"I think my father is weird today." But a certain child didn't know what to do, and just a few words made the heart of the man who had finally gathered his attention jump, and the movements of his hands moved accordingly.

"Hmm..." The boy immediately felt the pain and whispered.

An Hao quickly squeezed his fingers, "I'm sorry, does the baby hurt?"

An Boning shook his head and frowned slightly, "Dad, what's on your mind?"

"It's nothing."

An Boning didn't believe it.After cleaning their hands, the two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV. Dad didn't hug him anymore. After washing up, his father didn't want to go to bed for a long time. After a while, he hugged a thin quilt and prepared to go to the study to rest.

"Father" An Boning was really sad.

The man looked at him with gentle eyes, but the words he said stuck in his throat like a fishbone, "Dad is not feeling well today, baby sleeps alone."

"Dad has a cold?" An Boning hurriedly approached him, and put his hand on his forehead to test his temperature.

An Hao evaded without a trace, "No. It's just uncomfortable, you should rest early."

How could An Boning not understand this gesture of rejection.Except for the time when he just returned to China, An Boning has always shared the same bed with his father.Now, he was a little helpless.

"I will lie down obediently and not press down on Dad." An Boning almost raised his hand and swore, "I will not move around, Dad, sleep with me."

An Hao remained expressionless, "Ning Ning, be obedient."

An Boning pursed her lips tightly, her black pupils filled with grievance.

"Good night."

"..."

An Hao let out a long sigh, and went back to kiss the child's forehead again, "Baby, good night."

An Boning still didn't respond, he was so sad that he didn't want to talk to his father at this moment.

On the other hand, An Hao who came to the study alone was also uncomfortable.He didn't know what kind of demonic obstacle he had encountered today, but he would have such an idea. The lips that were a few millimeters away from him were slightly raised, and the lips were tender and rosy, inviting people to kiss them.This kind of kiss does not refer to the western etiquette of kissing on the mouth, but...

An Hao pressed his temples and was about to pick up a book to read when the phone on the desk rang. "Dad, I can't sleep."

The child's waxy voice came from the cold phone line, which made An Hao's heart agitated, "Then put some soft music on the baby."

The young man responded, only the sound of shallow breathing remained in his ears.

"You turn on the ipad, and your favorite 'Canon' is on the sixth track, and the baby can play it in a loop." He said softly.

The other party was still silent, An Hao knew that the child was angry with him, if he put other things aside, he would definitely think of ways to make the child happy.But this time, the problem was with me.

An Hao followed his silence. After a long time, when he was about to say good night and hang up the phone, the little guy on the other end spoke,

"Dad really can't sleep with me?"

"The baby has grown up."

"But you said, I will always be your child." The small voice was crying.

An Hao choked for breath, not knowing how to refute.

"I've been Daddy's kid all my life, haven't I?"

"kindness."

"Then, Daddy come to sleep."

"Baby, listen to me. It's like this in other families. When the child grows up, he has to sleep separately from his parents."

He forgot that although his child was shy, he was a little bull. "That's someone else's house, they're not my father and me."

An Hao couldn't help it, so he could only harden his mind: "Sleep by myself. I'm so old, I'm afraid of this and that, how can I be a man?"

"..."

After he finished speaking, he felt that he had spoken too seriously, but the water splashed out of his words, and the receiver was silent, but it was unreasonably dignified and depressing people's nerves.

"Baby?"

"Daddy hates me."

This is not a question, but an affirmative statement, with a sad tone.

"But, I don't want to be like this either."

No one wants to have a withdrawn personality. If he had the choice, he also wanted to integrate into this society, and wanted to make friends. He also wanted to be an excellent child who could help his father solve his problems.

An Boning hung up the phone, he pulled up the quilt and covered himself in the quilt.

Even with the eyes closed, tears still flowed out of the eye sockets disobediently, burning hot, burning the skin at the corners of the eyes.

An Boning clenched his fists.

He knew that many people didn't like his character.One day, everyone will hate her.

He thought his father was different.

This person is someone who loves him with a heart.

An Boning's legs were bent high, his arms hugged his knees, and he buried his whole head.He bowed his body, as if returning to his mother's placenta, warm and reassuring, and isolated from all external harm.

He doesn't want to be hated by his father. From tomorrow on, he... Dad, you really don't like me anymore?