Celebrity House [Anna]

Dinner was a little quiet.

The sound of cups and saucers was within the allowed range, and even the seven-year-old Seryozha did a good job, but he just looked a little sleepy and unhappy.

Originally, after dinner, when the mother and son were alone, Seryozha would always talk to his mother. He had a lot to say to his mother, but now, he found that everything had changed.

The mother becomes like another father.

"I'm full." The boy said in a low voice, his eyelids were a little red with grievance, like a little coquettish bag, but he tried to hold back his tears, stubbornly unwilling to let them fall.

Leaving the dinner table early was not permitted in the government official's house, and Karenin never had this problem.

"Seryozha, it's rude to waste food."

"But I'm full," Seryozha whispered.

"You have emotions. Judging from your usual diet, 'full' is obviously not a fact." Karenin pointed out that he also put down his knife and fork. He is not used to talking when holding a knife and fork, which is against the rules .

Children are always emotional. What's more, although Karenin is sometimes a little serious, compared with many Russian high-society men, he has always been more tolerant than others in the role of father.

The father and son did not have too many conflicts.

If I have to say it, maybe it just lacks the warmth of an ordinary family and adds some dogma.

In the past, compared with his mother's warmth, Seryozha always had someone to rely on, but now, the seven-year-old boy suddenly felt very lonely.

This loneliness is fully expressed on his face.

He subconsciously looked at his mother, but the latter was only seriously studying the pickles.

A feeling of irritation came over the good boy Seryozha, and he left the table without saying a word.

Karenin looked at his son in surprise.

Again, a problem he hadn't encountered before.

Karenin finally took this as something to be taken seriously.

"Anna, Seryozha has emotions."

"Of course he will."

Ana finally looked up and settled the pickles so well that she now had a valid reason not to eat them.

As a loving mother, she needs to deal with her son's emotional problems.

So, she smiled sincerely: "Alex, although Seryozha is a good boy, he is not a little white rabbit with no temper."

"I seem to be accused." Karenin frowned slightly, but when he made this expression, he was really serious and scary.

"Children always need mother's comfort." Anna smiled slightly, and then left the table gracefully.

In this family, the work of father and mother is very clear.

Karenin thought for a while, then picked up the knife and fork again, and ate his own food one by one, but the speed was much faster than usual.

"Clean it up, Kearney." Karenin wiped his lips and said.

Kearney didn't say anything when he saw the food left by Mrs. and the young master, but then ordered a servant outside to take the things to the alley.

Seryozha's bedroom.

Anna went in, and the boy was not what she thought, like all the wayward seven-year-old children all over the world, lying on the bed because of a temper tantrum, and even forgot to take off his shoes angrily.

Seryozha just sat on a chair at the desk, sulking aggrievedly with his arms under his head.

"Can I come in?" Anna said with a smile. She had thought about it, and when she opened the door, she would see that little Bambi, who was crying tears, did not appear.

Seryozha got up, turned his body halfway, looked at Anna with his big blue eyes, and said with some sobs: "Of course you can."

He looked like he needed a hug, and Anna felt she could give it.

Seryozha hugged his mother. In this embrace, most of his restless emotions were well healed. After all, he was not a very greedy child.

"Don't you love me?" Seryozha asked sadly.

Anna thought for a while, then bent slightly, and kissed the top of the boy's head.

"I am your mother, Seryozha, and of course I love you."

This is actually a bit flattering. As the current character, he naturally loves children.But Anna herself didn't have such a big son before.

The nature of animals stems from the endocrine effects of pregnancy and childbirth. Progesterone makes them behave like maternal love, but humans?She wasn't sure, maybe it could be due to love.Maybe.

Seryozha sniffled, his eyelids were still red, but he looked much better.

He let go of his hand and sat upright.

A reserved and self-disciplined child.

Anna smiled sincerely this time, and she stroked the boy's curly hair.

It was like a reward, and Serezha was like a puppy with big eyes, docile, cute, and naturally proud.

"Mr. Brown said today that my French has improved significantly." Seryozha said awkwardly, and then secretly looked at Anna, as if observing something seriously.

Smart kid.Anna laughed inwardly.

"You did a good job, Seryozha, and I'm proud of you."

The big-eyed boy looked completely happy, his cheeks flushed, and he told Anna that he had some homework left and he decided to finish it.

Anna would naturally agree with his idea.

That's fine, a bright and reassuring kid.

When Karenin came to his wife's bedroom, he found that the latter was combing his hair in a good mood.

"How is Seryozha?"

Karenin had a book under his elbow, and he was supposed to finish reading the remaining fifth today, but something at dinner made him decide to put it off for a while.

"He's fine, it's just," Anna paused for a moment, then looked at Karenin, who frowned, and he pulled a chair and sat down with the book on the table, which meant that he thought It will only delay 5 minutes, and now it needs to be extended to at least 15 minutes.

"He seems to really want to have a snowball fight, or make a snowman, just like other people's father and son." Anna lied without blushing.

She likes smart and self-disciplined children, so he thinks that Seryozha should get his reward, and it's not too much to be satisfied once in a while, but she doesn't want to go to snowball fights in the snow and make a mess.

Karenin was wrong, she didn't like snow.

Only people with a happy life will like sad stories, cold winters, etc...

Karenin was slightly surprised by Anna's words "just like other people's father and son", but he didn't show it.

"According to my observations, there will be heavy snow tonight, and the weather will be very cold, which is not the best for Seryozha's health. He may catch a cold." Karenin said calmly .

"Okay, Alex, I'll tell him, after all, you're right." Anna said with feigned sadness. It always makes a mother feel sad to refuse her son's request.

There was silence in the air for a while, and then Karenin's somewhat rigid voice sounded.

"Let me think about it."

Karenin frowned and said that he stood up and paced on the plush carpet made of Egyptian cotton wool. After about 2 minutes, he let go and said, "How is his French class?"

"Very well, Mr. Brown complimented him."

Karenin nodded, then pondered for another minute. Finally, he picked up his book, put it under his elbow again, and said, "Then he can play for two hours. I will come back two hours early tomorrow."

Karenin kissed Anna goodnight and left.

The latter continued to sit on the stool, combing his black hair, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.