Dressing as Anna Karenina's Dame Life

There was a knock on the door, and it was the maid Maria who entered with a jar of candy in her hand. She said with a smile, "Madam forgot to take the candy when she served you the dessert. Have you not eaten yet?"

Maria put the sugar bowl on the tray, holding it with her fat fingers, her small eyes were filled with irresistible brilliance.

"You may not know that this snack is specially reserved for you by my wife, and she told us this story when she came to get it, our lovely young master, he is so sweet, sir."

"What story?" Karenin asked curiously.

"He asked very strongly to keep it for you. Madam teased him that he wouldn't give it to you. The young master couldn't bear it, even though you were late." Maria said teasingly.

"Oh, hurry up and eat, my lord, it's best to eat while it's hot." Maria smiled and withdrew respectfully.

Karenin's eyes fell on the refreshments, and there was a smile in his blue eyes. The anger just now had disappeared, and he could imagine the situation at that time. Now he still thinks that Seryozha is a lovely and considerate child.

He stood up, got up and came to the round table, picked up a small piece of cake, and tasted it carefully, it was a bit sweet for him, but it was still good, soft and milky, it turned out that women and children All like this, like all soft animals.

Karenin wiped his fingers, and decided to talk to Seryozha. He was also very surprised when the child was crying. Even though he was angry, he didn't want that sad expression to appear on his son.

Just as he was about to lift his feet to leave, the door was pushed open. It was Anna who came over holding Seryozha. When the boy saw him, he turned his eyes awkwardly. Those red eyes made the man feel his heart was crushed. Twist a bit.

Anna patted the boy's writhing little buttocks. She looked up at the silent man and smiled, "I've already talked to him."

"So, Seryozha, do you think you are wrong?" the man said slowly, suppressing those feelings in his heart.

Anna patted Seryozha's body and signaled him to come down and talk to Karenin. The boy nodded and got down from his mother's arms, but his little hand was still holding Anna's hand. His father's upright body made him feel a little stressed. The soberness just now kept reappearing in his mind, which made him tighten his lips, but Seryozha couldn't escape the agreement he had made with his mother. In the end, he raised his small face, looked at his father and said softly: " Yes, Dad, I know I was wrong."

The eyes soaked with tears were as clear as the blue sky, Karenin sighed in his heart, he walked over to hold the boy's hand, but was subconsciously avoided, he was a little embarrassed.

Anna squatted down and hugged the boy from behind. She said softly, "Go, Seryozha, and have a good talk with Dad."

Seryozha bit his lip, looked back at his mother, and saw that those gray eyes were full of encouragement. He raised his head, took his father's hand, paused again, and held his little finger instead. He lowered his head and made no sound.

This gesture was full of intimacy, and Karenin felt it. His gaze went from the boy's hair to the woman's body. The latter smiled at him, pointed to the door and went out.

As soon as Anna closed the door, the maid Maria came over wiping her hands and said with a smile, "Don't worry too much, madam, it's just a little conflict."

"Yes, let them talk for a while." Anna smiled, as if remembering something, she looked at Maria and asked, "I want to learn how to make small cakes with you at this time. "

"Of course, madam, come on, come on, it's not difficult."

"Thank you so much, Maria." Anna said with a smile.

In the room, Karenin was sitting on a leather chair, and the boy was standing, with his little head drooping, revealing a cute twist of hair, turning to the left.

"Seryozha, don't you look up at me?" he said softly.

The boy hesitated for a moment, raised his face timidly, and looked at himself with big eyes. The red and swollen eyes made Karenin raise his hand. He went around the eyes and tidied the hair on the boy's forehead. This intimate gesture That made Seryozha look at his father in surprise.

"Now do you know why I am angry?" Karenin began.

"Because of my willfulness?" The boy said uncertainly, seeing his father looking at him, he added, "I didn't pay attention to the class, and I didn't memorize it well."

"No, Seryozha, these are of course the reasons. Frankly speaking, I am really disappointed. I think you have mastered these simple knowledge, but you have not put your heart into it."

Karenin's frank words made Seryozha feel extremely uncomfortable, and his father's disappointment was definitely a very serious disaster for a little boy.

"Look, I'm honestly saying what I think, but you feel uncomfortable, or wronged, Seryozha, is that right?"

"No." Seryozha said choked up.

Karenin sighed, and held the boy's small hand in his big hand, and he said word by word, "Seryozha, I don't want you to be spoiled, you are already eight years old, you have to understand the world No one will spoil you all the time, I am so proud of you because of your intelligence and excellent work, I can't deny this, I feel angry when you violate my knowledge of this law of your excellence, as a father , I hope that my son is excellent and outstanding, it is a matter of course, why do you feel wronged?"

Father's frank but soft words made Seryozha courage, he opened his big sky blue eyes, and said in a crying voice, "Yes, Dad, you are right, but I am not happy, your words and eyes make me feel that you are not talking to me, I try my best to show a good side in front of you, I hope to get your praise, Dad, it is difficult, I am the perfect little boy baby..."

Karenin was shocked. This kind of words, with grievance and unwillingness, came from a little boy, and he suddenly felt stiff. The boy in front of him was wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He seemed to be trying to restrain himself. But there was no way, those tears flowed from the fingers.

He has never dealt with these things. He has never cried like this since he was sensible, and Seryozha has never cried like this in front of him. In the end, it was his father's nature that made him make the decision. The baby was held in his arms, comforting him.

That clumsy technique couldn't relieve Seryozha's sadness, but he felt very good. He grabbed his father's clothes, from crying loudly to sobbing slowly, until he hiccupped, and his father sounded again in the room. the sound of.

"Seryozha, I never asked you to be a perfect child, that's unrealistic, and I can't deny that I would be very happy if you were, because you are excellent, from the perspective of a father, I think that makes me happy." Proud, but I have to tell you that even if you are not, it will not make me love you less, Seryozha, you are my son."

The last word was uttered by the man in such a low tone that Seryozha raised his face to look at him.

There were still mottled tears on the boy's face, red eye sockets and nose, he looked like a child who had just been splashed from the ground, completely lost his usual cleanliness and air.

Karenin felt a corner of his heart being gently scratched by his son Seryozha. He continued to wipe the boy's tears and continued talking slowly.

"Seryozha, don't doubt that."

"Really?" the boy asked cautiously, clutching his father's clothes in his small hands, eager to get a guarantee.

"Yes, even if you are not a good kid, I love you, there is no conflict between the two, I just hope you can work harder, because you can do it, if we can, we can't use it Using other reasons as an excuse is laziness and an act of shirking responsibility, I just believe that you can do it." Karenin spoke his thoughts to his son in a peaceful tone.

"But father," said Seryozha, plucking up his courage, "I have things I like, and if I don't like something, shall I force myself to accept it?"

"What don't you like?" Karenin didn't answer his son's question directly, but asked in a different way.

Seryozha looked at his father with eager eyes. He was happy for the way the other party wanted to understand his own thoughts, so he boldly expressed his thoughts.

"I don't like these old-fashioned knowledge. I like natural science. I don't like the teachers who always make me recite it. It's boring. I like listening to Capitoline's interesting things. I like watching Maria and Annu. I like the way Shika and the others make dim sum, and I like to know how Vari Silujic made me a windmill.”

Seryozha swallowed, and opened his beautiful blue eyes wide, looking at his father expectantly.

"I already know what you asked me to recite before, but every time I have to recite it, whether it's in front of you or the teachers, I can't remember it." He paused, a little annoyed, "I I guess it's because I'm so stupid..."

"No, you're not stupid, Seryozha, you're a smart boy, I've always thought so." Karenin interrupted the boy and looked at him with a gentle expression, which made the latter a little shy , he pinched his fingers and continued.

"Oh yes, Dad, if you think that, I'm happy, yes, very happy, I've been hoping for your compliments, it's been a little hard for me, I thought you loved the one who did a great job me, so i tried to do it, but now, i see, dad, you're right, i didn't do it right, whether it was stomping and throwing a temper tantrum or whatever, mom said i couldn't make a guess on my own, i think she was Yes, I hope for your forgiveness."

Karenin was a little moved. He stretched out his hand to pick up the boy from the ground and put him on his lap. He stroked the boy's hair with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

"Seryozha, you don't need my forgiveness. You have always done a good job. As your father, I love you deeply and am proud of your excellence and kindness. Don't doubt this, and for the previous Those, your inappropriate behavior, I can only say that it was my negligence. As your father and an adult, I am sorry for not conveying my thoughts to you properly. But there is one thing, You can't act like a baby with me or your mother all the time, you have to understand that I won't point out your mistakes in the most euphemistic way like your mother, and I won't coax you. I hope to let you understand with the most honest words, You have to learn to control your emotions, and that will help when you grow up."

"Did you ... also grow up like this?" Seryozha asked sensitively.

Karenin paused, combing the boy's hair with his fingers, and said in a peaceful voice: "Yes, I grew up like this too, you are very happy, your mother loves you so much, but it is also Makes me worry because we can't be by your side and protect you for the rest of our lives."

Tears welled up in Seryozha's eyes again, because his father's expression was obviously a little sad. He knew that his grandfather and grandmother had passed away very early. If the happy self sometimes felt wronged and sad, then everything How lonely a useless father must be. At this moment, the little boy felt a sense of responsibility, a sense of mission between a child and an adult. He had to love his father even more, just like a mother loves him. He does.

Karenin felt the boy's little hand grabbing his big hand. He looked at his son, and saw him looking at himself with serious eyes, as if promising, and said in a childish voice, "Father, I will be more love you."

The moving emotions flowed into his heart like warm water. He didn't speak, but the corners of his lips were naturally loosened. He hugged the boy, never feeling so grateful that he was his father.

The conflict between the father and son was resolved, and Anna was naturally happy. When Anna was about to leave at night when she was sleeping, Seryozha stopped her.

"Mother."

"What?" Anna turned her head to look at the little guy, who poked his head out of the quilt shyly.

"Tell Dad for me that I love him."

"Okay, I'll tell him." Anna said softly.

"Good night, Mom, I love you too."

"Good night, baby, me too." She kissed the boy's forehead, blew out the lamp for him, and left.

When he returned to the room, the man was sitting on the recliner and reading a book. It didn’t look like him. Karenin was a very principled person. He had to go to the study to read a book or deal with documents. Reading here meant that he had something on his mind and couldn’t help it. Calm down.

"Sleeping?" Karenin asked.

"Well, let me tell you that he loves you." Anna said with a smile. Sure enough, the latter looked a little blushing and coughed lightly.

When they were sleeping, the couple started to talk for a while before going to sleep. In fact, it was only forced by Anna, and Karenin did not object.

"What did you say?" she asked curiously.

"I said something that should be said." Karenin didn't buy it.

Anna snorted softly and nestled in his arms, "Forget it, I just want to say that you don't bully your son."

The word "bullying" is a bit funny, Karenin curled up his lips, "He is also my son, I just hope he won't be spoiled by you."

Anna looked up at the man and smiled, "I know, I will pay attention in the future." She paused and continued: "I just hope to pamper him more when he can act like a baby, after all, he is a boy, wait He will be embarrassed when he grows up, and even if he encounters difficulties at that time, I am afraid that he will not tell me."

"He is a boy, my son, and these must be experienced." Karenin said calmly.

"I know, Alexei, what about you, how did you deal with it when you were young?"

"Which aspect are you talking about?"

Anna sighed, turned over and lay on the man's chest, and asked in a soft voice: "When you were wronged and sad when you were young, what should you do?"

He stared into the woman's eyes, gently grasped the other's little hand with his right hand, and a small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Do you think I am Sergey Sha?"

"Maybe." She blinked.

Under the candlelight, the woman's eyelashes looked extraordinarily slender, and the curvature of her mouth became more charming. Karenin felt that he could not control his emotions. He raised his hand to stroke the woman's hair, which was soft and fragrant.

He kissed each other, and Anna's submissive appearance made him feel warm, and the way she stared at him, with distressed and concerned eyes, set off a small wave in his heart.

His parents passed away prematurely, and he lived in his uncle's house. Naturally, he knew how to live the best life, but he also had to admit that it felt good to be cared and warmed, and even a little greedy.

When a man is warm, he is like a little sea dog, putting away all the sharpness, leaving only those innocent big eyes. Karenin does not have big eyes, and he is not a little sea dog, but Anna thinks that his eyes at this moment are worthy of her own. Treasure for a lifetime...

Anna had told Seryozha that a little boy would be coming to the house in the next few days, so he was looking forward to it with great interest.

"Maybe he will like natural geography better. Like me, I hope he doesn't hate black tea and small cakes." Sergey Sha and his mother chatted, looking forward to this new friend.

When the day finally came, he deliberately got up very early, put on a beautiful new dress, and wore small polished leather shoes to welcome new friends.

At ten forty-five Cornier announced the arrival of Countess Lydia, and Seryozha went with his mother to meet them.

"Mom, didn't you say it was a little boy?" Seryozha asked, tugging at his mother's sleeve in confusion.

Anna froze for a moment. Indeed, the boy had blond hair, gray-blue eyes, and delicate eyebrows. He was a little smaller than Seryozha, wearing a plaid coat, and his soft hair was sprayed with hairspray. Even though he has a sullen little face, his pink lips and curled eyelashes make him look like a girl.

"Come here, my dear Seryosha, this is my nephew Valya, Valya, and this is Aunt Anna and Seryya." Countess Lydia introduced each other.

When Seryozha heard the countess' introduction, his big sky blue eyes widened, and he looked at the beautiful little boy in front of him in disbelief.

"Hi, nice to meet you, ma'am." The boy said slowly in a drawn-out tone, his voice was very immature, but his conversation showed very good manners.

"I am also very happy to meet you, dear Valya, you are so beautiful." Anna kissed the boy's cheek affectionately.

"This is my son Seryozha, and I think you will get along very well."

Sergey greeted the other party generously, and he even took the initiative to hug him, but it seemed that the latter was not very enthusiastic, and there was no eagerness in his eyes, but because he was as cute as his little sister, Xie Liaosha decided to be generous and not to care about the other party.

"So honey, can you take Valya to your room to play? Mother and the countess want to talk for a while."

"Of course, mother, it's perfectly fine," Seryozha reassured, straightening his chest.

"Go ahead, baby, and say hello to your new friend," Anna said with a smile, receiving a sweet farewell kiss.

"I hope the two of them can get along well." Lydia looked at the disappearing figures of the little boys with some anxiety.

"Don't worry, Lydia, Seryozha will be a good brother."

"No, I completely believe in this fact, it's just that Valya's child is a little headstrong." Lydia shook her head and sighed.

On the other side, Seryozha brought his new friend into the room, and was thrown away as soon as he entered. The latter looked at him with disgust.

"Don't touch me casually." Valya was really angry, how could this idiot in front of him think he was a girl, didn't he see his short hair and pants, did he look like a girl, so he waved away angrily tiny hand.

Seryozha was a little annoyed, but he remembered that his mother said to get along well, so he suppressed his anger and continued to say in a good temper: "Then I won't touch you, what do you want to play?"

Valya nodded his little head in satisfaction, the corners of his mouth curled up in a nasty arc, and he looked at Seryozha's room with big eyes, "Is there a train combination?"

"Yes." Seryozha replied, went to his toy shelf to search for a while, and after a while, he took out a toy set and showed it to the blond child excitedly.

"Look, it's still very new. My father bought it for me when I was four years old." Sergey touched it like a baby. Although he was a little reluctant, he did not forget to share his toys with his friends.

Valya looked up and pouted, "This one is so small, I want it to be the same as the one at home, and I want it to be bigger."

"But this is all I have," said Seryozha hesitantly.

"Then you don't plan to be good friends with me." Valia glanced sideways at the boy in front of him, and snorted secretly in his heart, who made the other party see himself as a girl? How could he look like a girl from head to toe? children?

The author has something to say: Dad still loves little buns!A freshly baked bun O(∩_∩)O