Chapter 730

Han Mo looked in the direction of old Chen's father and daughter. Two figures, one tall and one short, met the sunset. Han Mo could not hear what they were saying, but could see two smiling faces.

Old Chen's eyes showed happy lines. Xiaoqi took her father's arm and jumped as she walked. At the moment, she is really a ten-year-old girl. She has no depression, no burden and no maturity that must be disguised.

And Lao Chen also completely left the examination of the assistant police behind. Those sad so-called dignity and so-called decent jobs are nothing compared with his daughter's happy smiling face, his daughter's excellent report card, and his daughter's respect for him.

Now Lao Chen, he is just a father.

Little Qi at the moment, she is just a daughter.

In the bustling metropolis, there are tens of millions of people. Some of them are in high positions, and some of them live an ordinary life. Some of them have an annual salary of millions or tens of millions, and some of them have a meager monthly salary and live a hard life.

But the world is so strange, but they are irreplaceable in their respective posts in this metropolis.

This city can not lack the well-organized elite talents who will take care of large companies, nor can it lack the well-organized gardeners and workers who will afforest and tidy up the community.

The city cannot lack the decoration workers who turn the land into buildings and real estate tycoons, let alone turn the rough into fine decoration.

In each post, they have their own social responsibility. Aside from this level, they have more important identities. They may be fathers, mothers, sons and daughters.

If you insist on a high or low career, there will be a lot of disputes. On the positive side and the negative side, many people will come out to debate from the height of morality, but in another identity, all people are equal.

Their love is equal, their care for their children and their filial piety to their parents are equal.

The winter in Beidu is cool and the evening is gloomy and cold, but this layer of warm air condenses around the father and daughter in front of them. Their smiles are so bright, their conversation is so warm, and every step they take is warm to return home.

Han Mo stood in the same place, looking at his father and daughter who had gradually disappeared from sight, and his mood could not be calm for a long time.

I don't know how long he stood. Han Mo took back his sight, smiled and took out his mobile phone.

"Shen Fei, we are ready to start."

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Han Mo didn't think about the morning media. He directly took the car home for a meeting, and then walked to the golden sun kindergarten.

He has been reluctant to drive to pick up the little guy from school. Most of the time, he drives home first and then walks to the kindergarten.

It's not because it's difficult to park at the gate of the kindergarten, nor because he is too low-key, but because he just wants to take the child's hand after receiving the little guy, or be spoiled by the little guy from time to time.

Han Mo always thinks that when driving, the little guy can only sit in the back row, which virtually increases the distance between father and daughter, and big hands lead small hands together. Han Mo enjoys the process.

Although the child is over four years old, Han Mo will agree every time the little guy asks his father to hold himself.

It's not that he spoiled his children too much, but Han Mo deeply knew that there were not many years to hold his daughter in his arms.

You have seen a father holding a four-year-old daughter and a five-year-old daughter, but it is very rare to hold a six-year-old and seven-year-old daughter. How many people have seen a father holding a healthy ten year old daughter?

In fact, the closest time between father and daughter is just these years.

Many parents will complain that their children are still hugged when they are so old. What do they do with their two legs? Can't they walk?

When Han Mo often heard other parents in the kindergarten reprimand their children so severely, he sighed silently in his heart. He didn't know that in five or even ten years, their children no longer need them to hold them in their arms and don't want to walk side by side with them. Even the drawer in the room has become a secret and won't let them close.

Whether they will regret that they didn't hug their children more at the beginning, and why they didn't talk to them more when they didn't have a secret with themselves.

Han Mo