where are you baby

As soon as Mo Siyuan heard that his father was coming, he immediately turned his head and saw Mo Shaoheng who had already entered the hall, his tightly pursed mouth was slowly flattened, his big bright eyes were full of grievances, and tears were in his eye sockets Spin around, as if it will burst out of your eyes in the next second.

"Oh, what's wrong with our Young Master Mo? Are you unhappy to see your father and uncles? Or are you scared by the dead face of this coffin?" Qi Fengyu said with a serious look at He Jingyi, and rushed to Mo Siyuan first In front of him, he raised his hand to pinch Mo Siyuan's little face.

Mo Shaoheng quickly slapped Qi Fengyu's hand away, and said coldly: "Dirty!"

"Hi..." Qi Fengyu waved his hands and looked at Mo Shaoheng in disbelief, "You think I'm dirty? I don't even think about who is taking care of your precious son to eat and bathe when you are so busy , sleeping, watching TV, doing homework, serving like an ancestor.”

Mo Shaoheng glanced at him indifferently: "Isn't it Shanshan?"

"Ahem..." Qi Fengyu almost choked on his own saliva, "You are ungrateful..."

Mo Shanshan lowered his head and chuckled, and picked Mo Siyuan up from the chair.

"Heh!" He Jingyi pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, a sneer appeared on his paralyzed face, "Stupid!"

"What did you say? You have a dead face in a coffin..." Qi Fengyu immediately jumped up as if he had been stepped on a painful spot.

Mo Shaoheng ignored them and strode forward to Mo Siyuan. Seeing that the child was still looking at him with an aggrieved face, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry, he reached out and hugged the child, and patted the child. The child's back said: "Good boy, Dad is here."

"Father..." Mo Siyuan put his arms around Mo Shaoheng's neck, buried his small face in Mo Shaoheng's shoulder, and smelled the familiar smell of his father with his small nose. Only in this way can he be sure that his father is real When he came back, he opened a distance and asked cautiously, "Dad, are you going to leave today?"

Hearing this, Mo Shaoheng's cold face became warmer, and he said softly, "Father is not leaving today."

Mo Siyuan smiled happily, put his arms around Mo Shaoheng's neck again, and kept calling "Dad" as if coquettishly.

Mo Shaoheng listened to Mo Siyuan's soft "Father", his expression was very gentle, he turned his head to Qi Fengyu and He Jingyi and said: "You go to the study first, I will go there later."

"Yes, boss!" He Jingyi nodded, turned and went upstairs.

Qi Fengyu glared at He Jingyi's back angrily, and when he turned his head to face Mo Siyuan, he changed back to a playful smile, teased Mo Siyuan for a while, and only after receiving the child's affectionate "Uncle Fengyu", did Mo Shaoheng grow more and more Under the impatient gaze, the wind blew under his feet and quickly slipped away.

Mo Shanshan laughed, stepped forward to pat Mo Siyuan on the back and said: "Xiao Yuan is happy now, Dad will stay with Xiao Yuan tonight, doesn't Xiao Yuan still have something to show Dad? Go get it and show it to Dad?"

Mo Siyuan's small body froze for a moment, and he struggled to get off the ground: "Father, let me go down quickly."

Mo Shaoheng bent down and put the child on the ground, watched the child happily run to the table, turned around and asked Mo Shanshan: "What's wrong?"

Mo Shanshan smiled and said: "Xiao Yuan has been working hard on calligraphy since he came back from school today. He wants to practice a few more characters and show you when you come back. Uncle, you haven't come back these days, Xiao Yuan He misses you very much, originally Xiao Yuan wanted to call you, but he didn't expect you to come back today."

Mo Shaoheng nodded and said, "Well, the business has been dealt with."

Holding the small book, Mo Siyuan ran up to Mo Shaoheng, stood on tiptoe and stuffed the book into Mo Shaoheng's hand, his small face was full of excitement: "Father, I wrote these today. Oh, Dad, look, am I writing well?"

Mo Shaoheng took the small notebook and looked down very seriously.

Mo Siyuan suddenly felt a little nervous, and his clasped little hands turned white. He was very worried that his handwriting was not good, and his father would be unhappy when he saw it.He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Mo Shaoheng's expression at all. He didn't raise his head timidly until the warm temperature came from above his head.

"Very well written!" Mo Shaoheng handed the small book to Mo Shanshan, bent down and hugged Moss onto the sofa.

Mo Shanshan followed with a notebook, sat beside Mo Shaoheng, leaned over and patted the smiling Mo Siyuan, dumbfounded: "Don't worry now, look at you, your little brows are frowning, don't worry about it again!" Frown and become a little old man..."

"Xiao Yuan is not a little old man, sister Shanshan is bad!" Mo Siyuan shyly hid in Mo Shaoheng's arms.

Mo Shanshan laughed softly, teased Mo Siyuan a few words, suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to Mo Shaoheng: "Uncle, should we find a tutor for Xiaoyuan? Painting doesn't seem to be of much interest, maybe we can try to let him learn something else."

"Family teacher?" Mo Shaoheng frowned, looked down at Mo Siyuan who was obediently sitting on his lap, a figure suddenly flashed in his mind, the man tilted his head to one side, his eyes narrowed slightly, immersed in the wonderful melody of the violin In the process, he pondered for a moment and said, "Since Xiaoyuan is not interested in painting, let's change."

Mo Shanshan heaved a sigh of relief. Whether it's painting or other arts, talent is important, but enthusiasm is more important. If you don't like it, you don't need to force it.She has loved painting since she was a child. No matter how her family objected, she resolutely chose the path of painting and never regretted it.

Mo Shanshan stared at Mo Siyuan who was talking to Mo Shaoheng with his little head up. It would be great if the child could choose by himself, but the child is still so young that he doesn't understand anything at all.She glanced at Mo Shaoheng. Although Mo Shaoheng dotes on Mo Siyuan very much, he is not so careful.

Mo Shanshan sighed softly, held Mo Siyuan's small hand and asked tentatively: "Does Xiaoyuan not like painting? Tell Sister Shanshan, okay?"

When Mo Siyuan heard the words, his small body froze, he raised his head cautiously, and looked at Mo Shaoheng at the first sight.

Mo Shanshan turned the child's face, and said in a soft tone: "Xiao Yuan is good, Xiao Yuan just needs to tell Sister Shanshan if she really doesn't like painting, Sister Shanshan assures you, even if you don't like painting, Dad won't be angry either, you just need to tell Sister Shanshan what's on your mind, huh?"

Mo Siyuan clenched his little hands together again, bit his lips, as if he was still hesitating, and then whispered after a long time: "Xiao Yuan is stupid, he can't draw well, no matter how Sister Shanshan teaches Xiao Yuan, Xiao Yuan is a good painter Not good... Dad, is Xiao Yuan stupid?"

Mo Shaoheng stroked the child's face gently, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, we don't need to learn to draw."

Mo Siyuan lowered his head in disappointment. Many children in the class have special skills. Some children are particularly good at drawing, some children can sing and dance, and some children can play the violin and piano. He can't do anything. stupid.

"What's the little fool thinking again?" Seeing Mo Siyuan's appearance of crying again, Mo Shanshan felt distressed and amused, "Hey, it's okay if Xiaoyuan doesn't want to learn painting, we don't have to, little one Can Yuan tell Sister Shanshan and Dad, okay? What does Xiao Yuan like to learn?"

Mo Siyuan immediately stopped the tears that were about to fall, opened his eyes wide and looked at Mo Shanshan curiously, tilted his head, and seriously thought about it: "Well... the last time Xiaoyuan saw someone on TV. The very beautiful little brother is playing the violin, can Xiaoyuan learn the violin? There are also children who can play the violin in the class, and Xiaoyuan also wants to learn."

Mo Shaoheng tightened his arms around Mo Siyuan, his deep voice was hoarse: "Xiaoyuan wants to learn the violin?"

Mo Siyuan nodded vigorously: "Father, can I learn?"

Mo Shaoheng touched his head and said, "Well, Dad will arrange a tutor for you tomorrow."

"Thank you dad, I will definitely study hard." Mo Siyuan smiled happily and narrowed his eyes.

Mo Shanshan was suddenly a little curious about who the pretty little brother Mo Siyuan saw. Usually she seldom watched TV for Mo Siyuan, but occasionally she would watch some cartoons for him to relax, so she asked: " Does Xiao Yuan know that pretty little brother who can play the violin?"

Mo Siyuan was stunned for a while, and recalled for a long time: "It's the little brother from Grandpa Qin's family. He was shown playing the violin on the TV last time. Grandpa Tan also said that the little brother is very good at playing the violin. Xiao Yuan You have to learn too, and you will be as good as your little brother in the future."

Sure enough, it was Tan Huanxi. Mo Shaoheng had brought Mo Siyuan to the Qin residence several times. She remembered that there was a huge portrait of Tan Huanxi playing the violin in the main courtyard of the Tan family. She wanted to come to Mo Siyuan to remember it. Otherwise, you won't remember the characters you accidentally saw on TV.

Mo Shanshan suddenly remembered the scene when she saw Tan Huanxi in the morning. She was a little concerned about Tan Huanxi's expression at that time.

"What's wrong?" Mo Shaoheng noticed Mo Shanshan's strangeness and asked.

Mo Shanshan said thoughtfully: "When I took Xiaoyuan out for breakfast this morning, I met Tan Huanxi. His condition didn't seem right. His appearance when he saw Xiaoyuan... I don't know why To describe it, that kind of feeling is like being a little excited and out of control, or it is more appropriate to say that it is lost and recovered..."

Mo Shanshan hesitated to speak, but Mo Shaoheng listened to it, and every time he faced Tan Huan's strange past, it came back to his mind again.The brief time with Tan Huanxi was enough for him to understand Tan Huanxi's character. Tan Huanxi was by no means the kind of person who easily showed his thoughts.

Mo Shanshan said and shook her head: "Maybe I'm overthinking. He just got into a car accident before, maybe it's just that he suddenly felt unwell. By the way, uncle, if Xiaoyuan wants to learn the violin, maybe we can ask Tan Huanxi, let's see if he is willing to teach Xiaoyuan, if Xiaoyuan has Tan Huanxi's teaching, he will definitely learn something in the future."

Mo Shaoheng looked down at Mo Siyuan. The child blinked and listened obediently to what they were saying, neither interrupting nor showing the slightest bit of impatience.He suddenly felt distressed. The past experience made the child more sensitive than his peers, and he also lost the cheerfulness and liveliness that his peers should have. He has heard more than one time from the school teacher that the child is very serious in class, but his personality is a bit introverted .

Mo Shaoheng knew that the teacher was only speaking in a tactful way, he knew the child's character better than anyone else, Mo Siyuan was only cheerful in front of them, and the child didn't dare to say a word when facing the rest of the Mo family and strangers outside , One password and one action, if you are not careful, you will be frightened.

Perhaps Mo Shanshan is right, finding a tutor for a child may not be a bad thing, it can also help him learn to get along with more people.Once a child has his own hobbies, he can also divert his attention. Tan Huanxi is indeed a very good candidate.

Thinking about it, Mo Shaoheng said, "I'll take Xiaoyuan to Tan's house tomorrow, and talk to him in person."

Mo Shanshan was very happy, took Mo Siyuan's hand and said, "Xiaoyuan, will Dad find that pretty brother on TV to teach you how to play the violin? It's the little brother from Grandpa Tan's family, little brother." Do you want to?"

Mo Siyuan opened his big black eyes. At first, he was a little puzzled, but then he seemed to understand, and his face flushed with excitement: "Really? Will Dad ask my little brother to teach me the violin?"

Mo Shanshan pinched the child's face amusedly: "Father will take you to find little brother tomorrow, are you happy?"

"Happy!" The child covered his face embarrassingly.

Mo Shanshan was instantly amused, she caught sight of Mo Shaoheng's slightly curved mouth out of the corner of her eye, she was stunned for a moment, and then her smile became a little relieved.Ever since my uncle learned of Ning Xue's death, he has been in a bad mood, and only when facing the child Ning Xue left behind, would he occasionally smile.

Although Mo Shanshan didn't know what happened between Mo Shaoheng and Ning Xue, Ning Xue should have a different place in my uncle's heart than everyone else.Just like my uncle said, Ning Xue is special, not because of Ning Xue, but because Ning Xue is special to him!