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The reason why Yu Minglang is called Yu Minglang is not because of his bright temperament, but the afternoon when he was born, the sun was bright, and the warm sunlight shone through the shade of the trees and shot directly from the window to the corridor.

Standing there, Yu Zhenyan took him from the butler's hand who was still covered in blood.

While picking up the child, the butler told him, "Madam just passed away."

Later he said, "My condolences, sir."

Yu Zhenyan looked at the child, the skin was wrinkled together, very ugly, the little hands were showing teeth and claws, and the mouth was open, crying loudly. He didn't know what to do, he could only hold it carefully.

Yu Zhenyan, who was a new father, held the child stiffly. For a moment, the housekeeper thought he would miss the child and throw the child to the ground, but it was the child's father. How dare he go up to stop him, so he just stood aside and waited carefully. .

Yu Zhenyan looked at the child's face, trying to find out a little bit of his wife's appearance, but in vain, so small, how can you tell it.

He raised his eyes and looked at the delivery room again. Inside was his wife who had just passed away, and what he held in his arms was his newborn son who was still warm.

He suddenly said to the housekeeper, "Let's call it Minglang."

The butler stood on one side and praised: "Mingming, what a name."

Yu Zhenyan glanced at the sunshine outside the window, then at his son, and gently kissed the baby's small forehead, which seemed to still smell like a mother's body. He was glad that he had just shaved when he went out. The skin is so fragile and thin, how can it withstand such grinding.

He said to Yu Minglang next to his little ear: "Minglang, Dad only has you."

The baby responds to his father with a howling cry.

The mother brought her and passed away quietly after ten months of conceiving him. His name is Mingming, which is really ironic.

He was born without a mother, and lived with his father in a house like an ancient castle. Several servants shuttled through the house, like wandering spirits, silently, keeping a certain distance from him, seeing his At that time, he called out respectfully: "Young master."

Every evening, when the sun dyed half of the sky red, Yu Zhengyan would come back. It was a sign of his father's return. The sunlight cast through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on his little face. Yu Minglang could hear cars parked in the yard. The roar was the same as what he was playing with, and then there was a butler's voice at the door, saying, "Sir, you are back."

Yu Zhengyan would turn from the entrance to the living room, take a look at his son, then go upstairs, and come down again at dinner time. At that time, he would take off his dark suit and put on soft home clothes, Pick up Minglang from the blanket, take him to the restaurant, put him on the side of the long table, there is a small child seat, which is Yu Minglang's exclusive seat, he used it for three years, and then he I will see my father go around again and sit at the other end far away from me.

Yu Zhengyan would do this every day. After putting the child down, he would return to his seat. He never felt bored, as if he was fulfilling his father's responsibility. The housekeeper said to Yu Zhengyan before, "Sir, let me do it."

Yu Zhengyan shook his head, and the housekeeper never mentioned it again.

Is he trying to make up for something?To make up for the loss of his child's mother, and make up for Yu Minglang's loneliness?

But every time the silent dining table can only hear the slight sound of chewing, and the sound of the young Minglang hitting the porcelain bowl with a spoon.

Yu Zhengyan has a calm personality and never smiles. He is a father, and he is placed in an ordinary person's home. He can be regarded as a majestic father. Over opinion: "Sir, do you want to see if there is a suitable person?"

He couldn't get involved in the affairs of the master's house, but seeing the poor child, he thought to himself, maybe this family still needs a mistress.

Yu Zhengyan tapped his hand rhythmically on the black table twice, and finally shook his head: "Forget it."

If the Yu family wants a woman, there is no lady of any kind, but the high-ranking master is unwilling. He has many lovers outside, but none of them can bring back to the house. He thinks that there is his only son here, how can he bear it? Let another woman look after him?

Later, when Yu Minglang was a little older, he didn't need that child seat anymore. He could sit on the cold chair by himself, facing his father, but one was at one end of the table and the other was at the other end of the table.

The housekeeper felt that this was not good. The child stayed in the house all the time, like a canary. Such an older child should be free, and he was afraid that he would get sick if he stayed for a long time.

So he went to Yu Zhengyan and said, "Why don't you send him to school when the young master is older."

Yu Zhengyan was silent for a while. He stood in front of the french windows. Looking down from there, he could see the large green courtyard in front of the house. There, his son was sitting on a soft picnic mat, soaking in the sun, holding a A children's book, the sun is so good today!He exclaimed in his heart, just like when the child was just born.

He has always hired tutors, and the teachers he hired are much better than those in those schools.

Seeing that he hesitated, the butler thought it over for a while, and then said, "Take it as a playmate."

The child is so lonely, he thought.

In the end, Yu Zhengyan agreed, and he said softly, "Okay."

Seeing this, the butler heaved a sigh of relief: "Then I'm leaving."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and suddenly asked: "Sujuan used to laugh all the time, but why doesn't Minglang like to laugh?"

Sujuan is Yu Zhengyan's deceased wife.

The butler didn't know how to answer, and thought for a long time: "Maybe it's a bit like Mr."

Yu Zhengyan nodded and did not speak further.

Sure enough, when Yu Minglang was six years old, Yu Zhengyan listened to the housekeeper and sent him to primary school outside. It was very different from home, and it took him a long time to get used to it. He rejected and liked it at the same time. .

He disliked the sloppy chattering of children with snot in their noses, but liked their sloppy chattering with snot in their noses. Such scenes would not exist at home.

Later, he went to junior high school and was sent to a better school. The child has grown up, no longer has a runny nose, and he is not as chattery as before.

Since then, he has learned a lot, knowing that his family is rich and different from other children, but his father put his finger on his tender lips and told him: "Don't tell others what is going on in the house." of."

He thought for a while and asked, "Why?"

Yu Zhengyan smiled, and the gully on his face seemed to deepen a bit: "That will make you different from others, Qingming, Dad wants you to be like an ordinary person."

Yu Zhengyan is using his best way to love his children, he wants his Qingming to be like an ordinary child, happy and bright.

After Yu Minglang finished junior high school, he was really like an ordinary child as his father expected.

When he was 12 years old, the butler said to him: "Master and Mr. are getting more and more alike."

like what?Does it look like it?Or character?He has no way of knowing, and he doesn't care. Isn't it natural for a son to resemble his father?

His high school was spent in a foreign country. In those three years, he flew abroad and spent three years in the school arranged by Yu Zhengyan. Every year, Yu Zhengyan would fly here. The father and son Reunite, and then he flies back again.

Yu Minglang never looks forward to the next time, because in his impression, he and his father are always like this, get together less and leave more, and when we get together, we are always in such a hurry, but occasionally when he misses his hometown, he will pick up a This is a Chinese dictionary that has been turned over many times. The dictionary is old, and the paint on the bookcase is peeling off.

He had seen his name in that dictionary, and it said, Mingming, which means that the light is bright enough, and it also means optimistic and cheerful.