Chapter 212

Xiaohu's father has a strong personality. He already feels that he has no face, so he must earn to the end. He still doesn't believe that he will answer all wrong. He tries to control his tone, but his expression has no smile just now. "Yes, it may be that the information is not equal, so let's wait for the information. How about the right answer one by one?"

Ding Rou wiped Xiaohu's tears, took out the answer card and began to read the above questions.

"The child's favorite color?"

What little tiger dad couldn't accept was that this question would be wrong. He immediately said, "blue."

"It's green. My favorite color is green." Little tiger shouted.

"It's impossible. You like green. Why do you let the rummagers look for blue shirts?" Father tiger asked.

Xiaohu choked. "That's because my father often wears a blue shirt. I hope my father and I look like parent-child clothes. Gao Mingming always wears parent-child clothes and the same shoes as his father."

Xiaohu's father never thought this was the reason. He was stunned for a moment, and his heart throbbed inexplicably, but he still didn't want to admit that all his questions would be wrong. "Ding Rou handed the card to Xiaohu's father, and other fathers surrounded him.

The happiest thing.

Xiaohu's answer is, "on my birthday, my father came home late. I fell asleep on the sofa. My father took me into the room. My father hasn't held me like that for a long time. I'm very happy."

Seeing here, a heat wave surged up in father tiger's heart, and the tip of his nose was sour.

He still remembered this thing. That day was Xiaohu's birthday, but he wanted to talk about a very important project, so he bought a lot of toys for Xiaohu in advance, but he didn't attend his birthday party that day. When he came home, he heard Xiaohu's mother say that the child was noisy and refused to sleep. He had to wait for his father to come back and finally fell asleep on the sofa, so he took the child back to his room.

He never thought that this ordinary thing in his heart, which can no longer be ordinary, has such important significance in the child's heart. He is really busy and rarely at home. He always feels that buying the most expensive toys, eating the most high-end restaurants and giving the child the best education will make the child feel satisfied and happy.

Xiaohu cried and said to Ding Rou, "I envy that other children can be held by their father and ride on their father's neck, but my father is very busy. He is often away from home on business. He left before I got up in the morning, and I fell asleep when he came back in the evening."

Ding Rou gently wiped Xiaohu's tears and said to her fathers, "in fact, children's happy things are much simpler than you think. Children of their age will unconditionally love their parents' age no matter what their parents do. Cherish this period of time and don't regret it when they grow up."

"I haven't held Ruirui for a long time. Now I'm ashamed to think about it."

"In fact, when the child is so old, he wants us to hug and play coquettish in our arms. No matter how big he is, he won't even give us this opportunity."

Xiaohu's father looked at Xiaohu, who had cried into tears. He was also very uncomfortable. He stopped his son in his arms, sat with Xiaohu on his lap, and held the answer card in his hand. "Today, my father will see how incompetent he is."

"Favorite cartoon? Isn't it a chicken rainbow? " Father tiger asked.

"That was the cartoon I saw before I went to kindergarten. I haven't seen it now." The little tiger's mood on his father eased a lot, but he still choked a little.

Xiaohu's father didn't argue this time. He rubbed his son's round head. In addition to blaming himself, "son, my father always thought that your favorite fruit was apples. Your mother let you eat every day. I thought you like to eat, but my father never asked you what you like to eat."

"I like oranges best, but my mother said that if I eat more oranges, I will get angry and won't let me eat more." Xiaohu said wrongfully.

The last question is the number of Xiaohu's shoes. Xiaohu's father looked at the number he wrote and then looked at the number marked on Xiaohu's shoes. It turned out that the child's feet had grown so much, but his impression was still so small. Shame, self blame and waves of responsible emotions constantly impacted his mind. A layer of white fog suddenly rose in front of him, covering his sight and slowing down for a long time, Just tried to restrain the red eyes.

In recent years, not to mention buying shoes for his child, he accompanied him to the playground only a few times. In addition to giving money, he really didn't contribute anything to the family. He didn't even know the exact height of the child.

I still remember that when the child was born, he was only as long as his forearm, but in the twinkling of an eye, he was so tall that he looked like a little man. It seemed that yesterday, the child would only lie on the bed and carry the little head that could just be erected, but today he could think independently and fight with him occasionally. Yesterday, it seemed that he was still babbling, I can introduce myself fluently in English today.

My son grew up unknowingly in front of me, but I didn't know it. I was always afraid that I couldn't keep up with the times. I studied hard and expanded the company. When I looked back, I found that what I really couldn't keep up with was my son's footsteps.

As a father, he was severely left behind by his son.

Maybe one day not far away, his son will grow taller than him, have more knowledge and achievements than him. He may no longer want his father's hug, no longer need his father's company, and it doesn't matter whether there is a father at the birthday party or not.

At that time, the son will have more friends, more busy, and perhaps his own family. This is the growth that everyone has experienced. Maybe at that time, he can only recall the past with photos. Just as the son is looking forward to his early return, he is looking forward to his son's frequent return. It's not for what valuable gifts on his birthday, Just to sit together as a family, just to talk to my son

Thinking of this, father Xiaohu sighed deeply and burst into tears.

"Xiaohu, Dad, I'm sorry for you."