167 You are my father

"I'm not embarrassing myself." Zhou Yushu suddenly said in a low voice, "I'm just tired. For many years, a lot of things, I'm tired."

"I know," Song Chun smiled gently. "I'll take you to a place in two days. You don't have to think about anything there. We'll come back when you have a good rest."

Song Chun gently closed the door and came out. Sun Yunfeng took the empty bowl, "Thank you."

"It should be." Song Chun replied faintly, "Is Xiaobao better? I... Can I see her?"

Sun Yunfeng hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and pointed to a small bedroom.

Song Chun walked to the door and saw Xiaobao sitting next to the small children's table reading.

"Xiaobao..."

"Good night, uncle." Xiaobao raised his head politely and stood up to greet him.

"What are you doing? Reading, right? Do you want me to tell you a story? Song Chun walked to the table and squatted beside Xiaobao.

"No, thank you." Xiaobao closed the book and sat down in the chair again. "Please sit down."

Song Chun was stunned for a moment and quickly understood. He gently touched Xiaobao's hair. "Thank you, Xiaobao is really a polite child." After saying that, he pulled out a small chair, curled up his tall body, and sat honestly opposite his son.

"Have you had a fever?" Song Chun asked.

"Cough, cough," before he could answer, Xiaobao quickly turned around and covered his mouth with his hand when he coughed. After a while, he turned back and faced Song Chun, "Okay."

Song Chun frowned gently. Lu Jingyan was right. He was a sensible and distressing child.

"Do you know who I am?" Song Chun blurted out that it was too late when he reacted.

"I know." Xiaobao simply answered and looked at him seriously, "You are my father."

Song Chun looked at the three-year-old child in front of him and said for a long time, "Did your mother tell you?"

Xiaobao shook his head, "I've seen your photo. It's a group photo of our whole family."

"A group photo?"

"Yes." Xiaobao nodded, "In fact, it's a photo of me and my mother. Your photo was cut from other photos, but we are all together in a frame."

Song Chun was somewhat shocked and surprised. In addition to the shock, he was still full of happiness. "Mom showed you this?"

"No, I have seen my mother look at the photo frame and cry several times, so I peeked at it. I guess the person in such a group photo should be my father."

"Have you asked your mother?"

"No, my mother will be sad when she sees it. Since she doesn't want to tell me, I pretend not to know. I don't want to make my mother sad."

How good it is. Song Chun looked at this little girl. This is the continuation of her life and emotions. She is more sensible and better than herself. She does what she can't do one by one.

"Xiaobao, you are awesome." He sincerely praised, "You are the bravest, smartest and kindest girl I have ever met."

In the face of such a direct and thorough praise, Xiaobao lowered his head with embarrassment and blushed slightly.

This is a kind and simple child. Song Chun thought, he changed the topic and said, "You haven't been to kindergarten for a few days. Do you have any sports meeting recently? I'll accompany you."

"Maybe there is." Xiaobao actually frowned slightly, "But recently we are doing a handicraft competition. I want to make a sticker, but my mother said she wanted to teach me. She is sick now..."

"Xiaobao, let me help you, okay?"

"Really?" Xiaobao couldn't help asking loudly.

"Really." Song Chun replied with a smile.

"That..." Xiaobao stretched out his hand and said, "Lah the hook!"

Song Chun also stretched out his hand and hooked his daughter's soft fingers, "Lah the hook!"

Xiaobao smiled happily and asked for a moment, "But what about mom? What's wrong with her? She has never been sick."

"Mom is just tired and needs to sleep to get better." Song Chun replied, "In a few days, I will take her away, give her the best food, wear the most beautiful clothes, and buy the most interesting toys. She will come back as well as before. Mom is a great person. She takes good care of Xiaobao, but she will also work hard and be tired. Especially she is a girl like you and needs more love and care. Can you understand me?

"I can." Xiaobao nodded obediently.

Song Chun smiled slightly, "Xiaobao, these problems are just small episodes, and they will pass soon. Life is beautiful, and there are many interesting things waiting for you to experience. Mom will accompany you when she gets better, and Dad will accompany you, okay?

Xiaobao didn't seem to understand, and he seemed to understand. He nodded heavily, "Okay, thank you, Dad."

Near Xiaobao's bedtime, Song Chun said goodbye.

Zhou Yushu is sick, solid, and completely sick.

There is no cause, no symptoms, but I just sleep all the time. Occasionally, I wake up to eat something and look out of the window. Sometimes it's day, sometimes it's night. I'm sleepy after eating. Before I lose my s my mind, Zhou Yishu is still thinking hard. It's not that I often sleep all day in the day in the book, and I can't get in at night. Sleep or something? How many days have you slept, and you are still as exhausted as you have just fought a war. Why is that? Unfortunately, before she could figure it out, she fell asleep again.

On the third day, Zhou Yishu finally opened her eyes, but she was still tired and didn't want to move.

Sun Yunfeng helped her ask for leave in the company, and the company also sent representatives to visit her. Liu Jiejie also came to see her, which surprised Zhou Yishu.

"Aren't you been very busy recently? Why are you free to come over?" Zhou Yushu joked.

"I wanted to call you to go shopping two days ago, but you turned off your phone. I thought something was wrong with you, so I called your company, but I heard that you were sick. You didn't wake up just now. I was chatting with your eldest brother outside and didn't know what happened these days. Didn't he come to see you?"

"He is busy with his work and may not have time..."

"What are you going to do now?" Liu Jiejie asked.

"No, I don't need him to be responsible for it. I don't need him to compensate me. If Xiaobao hadn't been sick this time, I didn't even want him to know that this was his daughter."

"But do you think he really doesn't know who Song Chun is? Don't you know who he is? He may have known all your things for a long time, and this is a fact that no one can change. Most importantly, he is the father of your child!"

"So what, so," Zhou Yushu replied insipidly, "In the past so many years, Xiaobao has no father at all and lives well."