The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

If an outsider saw this scene, he would probably be very surprised.

It's unbelievable that she is already a mother of a three-year-old at such a young age.

She was probably in her early twenties, with a simple ponytail and wearing plain home clothes. She gently picked up the child, walked into the room, and slowly put him in the crib.

"Mom, I want to hear a story."

The little boy on the bed rolled his eyes. After lying down, he got up again and pulled his mother's clothes and acted coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, mom will tell you a story. Which story do you want to hear today, Yuzuru?"

"I want to continue listening to the bedtime story I told my sisters last time, the one I didn't finish this morning."

"Then mommy will get you a storybook now. Yuzuru, just lie down on the bed and wait for mommy for a while, okay?"

"Ah."

After hearing what his mother said, the little boy lay down obediently and watched his mother leave the room. After a while, she came back with the book that had just been placed next to him.

This book was written by an author named Kuroneko. According to the introduction, this book was compiled by recording the stories her brother told her before bed when she was a child.

There are many fantastic stories in it, such as Snow White, Pinocchio, Sleeping Beauty, and The Ugly Duckling.

As soon as this book was published, it became popular in Japan and was even translated into many languages ​​including Chinese, English, French, German, etc., and sung around the world.

At the same time, countless children enviously muttered three words: "Guo Qian Ge".

"Mom, I also want a brother like Kuroneko's brother."

Listening to the interesting fairy tale, the little boy became more energetic. He turned over and looked at his mother, blinking his big eyes and speaking.

This sentence startled the mother who was reading the story. Looking at her innocent son with a silly face, she wanted to give him a brother?

how could it be possible!

Even gods can't do it

But thinking about the child's life experience, she pursed her lips bitterly and said with a little sadness.

"Good boy Yuzuru, stop thinking about these nonsense all the time and have a good sleep. Mommy will take you to Grandpa's store to play later."

“But I just want a brother who can tell me stories.”

The little boy kept on making a scene, and his mother looked embarrassed and helpless. But she knew her son best, so if persuasion failed, she could try to divert his attention.

So she reached out and rubbed her baby son's head and said with a serious expression.

"Yuzuru, think about it. If you really had a brother, then your mother would have to give half of her love for you to your brother. Then from now on, your mother would play with your brother instead of you, and would not tell you stories. Do you still want a brother?"

There is one less familiar mother, and one more brother who only exists in fantasy. Even a three-year-old child can make the right choice.

The little boy pursed his lips and said reluctantly.

"Then I don't want a brother anymore."

"Well, go to sleep obediently. I'll take you to play with grandpa later."

"Oh"

Chapter 298: First Encounter between Hiroki Gogen and his Son

Wow

Warm water continuously flowed out of the stone-carved water outlet, and the moist water vapor made the entire bathroom misty. In the steaming water vapor environment, Haoshu was silent and dazed, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

For some reason, Hiroshi wasn't in a good mood today, feeling a sense of unease hanging over him. Perhaps Arima Kousei, standing beside him, had sensed something, and after Hiroshi patiently accompanied him through practice, he dragged him along to a nearby famous hot spring for a relaxing soak to soothe his tiredness and anger.

In the misty environment, Hiroshi leaned against the warm stone wall and looked up at the sky. Arima Kousei leaned opposite him without saying a word. He felt that in some situations, counseling was not very helpful and time would make people return to normal. At this time, he should just quietly enjoy the comfort of the hot spring.

Although it seems heartless, this trick does work in life.

"Hey, Kousei."

Hiroshi on the side suddenly spoke up.

"Ok?"

The water vapor was rising, and Ma Gongsheng was a little confused after soaking in the hot spring, but he still responded.

"You're going to be a father soon, congratulations."

Kousei Arima was stunned by Hiroki's words. He stood up, walked to Hiroki's side, sat down, turned around and asked.

"What's wrong, all of a sudden?"

"It's okay. I just suddenly remembered that you're going to be a father soon. I haven't given you a proper blessing yet, so I'm going to say it now. Don't take it too seriously."

Hiroshi waved his hand.

"Am I someone who would care?"

After scooping up some water to wash his face, Kousei Arima let out a sigh of comfort.

In the world of musical geniuses, people are usually slow to show off their emotions, and it took Xiaochun many years of unremitting efforts to achieve success.

"Hey, Kousei, how does it feel to be a father?"

"Being a father." Arima Kousei pondered for a moment, thinking about how he and Xiaochun were busy at home taking care of the unborn little life, such as the room, clothes, milk powder, toys, etc.

My wife, who was very maternal, bought a bunch of things and put them in the storage room. She chatted with the elders and asked them about the precautions for taking care of children. It seemed that because of this unborn child, the lives of both of them had changed completely.

"I'll probably shift most of my attention to him. There'll be one more person to care about, and more responsibility on my shoulders. Overall, I think it's a good thing."

Kousei scratched his cheek, which turned a little red, and said to Hiroshi with some embarrassment.

"Actually, there's a reason why I've been playing so frantically these past few days. Xiaochun only lets me play prenatal music at home, so I'm feeling a bit suffocated."

Hiroshi couldn't help laughing and pointed at his sore arm and said to Kousei.

"So the suffering I've endured these past few days is also due to your unborn child?"

"You can also say that"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"This is the first time I've seen a father put the blame on his own children. You're not a competent father at all."

"You have to have a child to get rid of it. My wife is pregnant."

Kousei Arima was making faces and the words "I'm very proud" were almost written on his face, which made Hiroshi very angry.

With his head supported by his arms and turned to another article, Hiroshi didn't want to talk to this guy who showed off his son, then his wife, and then his wife and son together.

"Why did you suddenly think of this today? Could it be that you want one? You have so many people over there, wouldn't you be able to get one with a little effort?"

Kousei Arima said with a hint of envy, after all, having a large harem is the dream of most men.

"Humph"

Hao Shu replied faintly, he stood up, grabbed the towel beside him and walked out.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't walk so fast. Wait for me when you're done."

Hiroshi was minding his own business, ignoring the startled guy behind him. People who engage in art tend to be very unrestrained in their thinking. It's not obvious that Kousei Arima really has some potential to be a bit of a sultry person.

patter

Throw the milk bottle in your hand into the trash can. It is really a refreshing experience to have a bottle of milk after taking a hot spring bath. It would be even better if there is no follower behind you.

Kousei Arima looked depressed. Today was supposed to be his bachelor party night, but he ended up pissing off Hiroki and ruined the whole happy atmosphere.

At dusk.

The dim sun emitted the last rays of light of the day in the sky, and the already bustling commercial street became even more prosperous.

Hiroki and Arima Kousei were strolling the streets together. He felt his empty stomach; he had worked hard all day and hadn't eaten anything. Drinking milk didn't help, but made him even hungrier.

Knowing that it was Kousei Arima's single night, he didn't show any displeasure to him. He just looked up and found a random izakaya and went in.

patter

As soon as Haoshu entered the door, he seemed to bump into something. He cursed in his heart that everything went wrong today, but he quickly looked down and saw a three or four-year-old child knocked to the ground by him, falling on his back. There were tears in his eyes, and Haoshu's heart tightened for no reason.

Subconsciously, he reached out, picked up the child, and patted him gently.

"Don't cry, little one. It doesn't hurt."

What was surprising was that the little boy, who was about to shed tears, forced himself to hold back his tears when he heard what Hiroshi said. His obedient and cute appearance made Hiroshi like the child for no reason.

Kousei Arima, who came in later, looked at the child who suddenly appeared in Hiroshi's arms in amazement. Thinking of Hiroshi's inexplicable words just now in the hot spring, he pointed at the child and asked tremblingly.

"Hiroshi, is this your child?"

"How is that possible?" Hiroshi rolled his eyes at him. "Don't you see how old this kid is? If it was really my child, I would have just started high school at the time. How could you do nothing but gossip about him right after high school? Besides, this is my first time in Hokkaido in a few years. There should be a limit to your wild imagination, right?"

“Who knows?”

Kousei Arima muttered something, and felt Hiroki's sidelong gaze and shuddered all over. He looked at the child and then at Hiroki, pointing at the child as if he had discovered a new continent.

"But look how much this child looks like you."

When Hiroshi heard this, he lowered his head and glanced twice. Suddenly, he felt that what Kousei Arima said made some sense. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he immediately shook his head to get rid of this ridiculous idea.

How is it possible? This kind of thing

"Sit down and order your food. Eat more and watch your mouth. What happened to you that suddenly became so talkative? I need Xiaochun to take care of you."

After scolding him a few times, Hiroshi put the little boy down from his arms, rubbed his head, smiled at him, and motioned him to go back and play.

After all, it was just a simple encounter, nothing earth-shattering about the relationship, and it would be bad to be misunderstood as child trafficking.

Hiroshi stretched his neck and shouted at the counter in the store.

"Waiter, take your order."

Chapter 299 Gogen Hiroki and the Encounter Again

The waitress standing at the counter was a woman in her early forties. Perhaps because of her busy life, even with light makeup on her face, her face looked a little haggard.

Just now, she was watching the interaction between Hiroshi and the little boy with great interest, and when she heard Hiroshi's voice, she walked out from the counter.

"Be good, Yuzuru, and go back to the house to play. Grandma is going to receive guests here."

He said, patting his grandson's little head kindly.

The boy called Yuzuru heard her request, responded obediently, and walked to the back.

Before leaving, she cutely waved to Haoshu, who smiled back and ran away excitedly.

"Walk slowly, don't fall." The child's grandmother shouted softly from behind. She watched the figure enter the house before she let out a sigh and apologized.

"I'm really sorry for neglecting you just now."

Hiroshi smiled and waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay. We like this child too. His name is Yuzuru, what a nice name. He's so obedient at such a young age, so cute."

When talking about her grandson, the woman in front of her also smiled.

"Thank you. But today is strange. This kid used to be very shy, but today he's so brave. This is the first time I've seen him get so close to a stranger."

"Yeah, I said earlier that this kid looks like you, Hiroshi, and he's even close to you."

Arima Kousei interjected, making Hiroshi want to kick the guy who was always thinking about something else. After glaring at him, Hiroshi turned around and apologized to the waiter who looked unhappy.

"I'm sorry, my friend is a straightforward person and doesn't mean any harm by what he says. Please don't take it to heart."

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that this is the child's father, alas"

The woman sighed and did not continue. After all, this matter was somewhat scandalous, and as the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public.

Seeing this, Haoshu understood. This matter involved the other party's privacy, and he had no desire to delve into it. They were not related at all, so why was he asking about it? It was so rude.

So he picked up the menu and ordered five or six dishes, and then ordered a few bottles of sake. Knowing that Arima Kousei couldn't drink much, he estimated that it was about enough, so he handed the menu to Arima Kousei.

"Do you want to add more?"

Kousei Arima glanced at the amount of sake on the menu and said with a bitter expression.

"Can we not drink today? We're getting married tomorrow."

"Because I'm getting married tomorrow, I need to indulge myself."

Hiroshi curled his lips and waved his hand.