Chapter 1541 Happy New Year (Part 3)

The cold night and the lively sky formed a sharp contrast.

Qin Anlan took Ye Muyun to watch from afar, watching the lively bloom in the sky.

"So beautiful." Ye Muyun whispered: "Mom must like it too."

Qin Anlan reached out and picked up his son to let him have a higher vision.

After a long time, he murmured: "Yes, your mother likes it too."

However, they separated within a year or two. No matter how much she liked it, they could not stand together to appreciate the fireworks.

More than a dozen fireworks were set off in turn, and the sky bloomed beautifully again and again, but after they were all set off, all that was left was loneliness.

Qin Anlan stood for a long time before lowering his head and looking at his son, "Go back to sleep, okay?"

Ye Muyun rarely listened to him, "I want to call my mother."

He just finished speaking, when his father's body stagnated, he sighed softly after a long time, "Muyun, it's late, Mom has gone to bed."

"Aren't we sleeping too?" Little Muyun was as tall as Qin Anlan's waist, looking up and asking.

That look was not like his usual cold and lonely self, but a child longing for his mother.

Qin Anlan couldn't bear it no matter how hard his heart was, so he took out his cell phone and gave it to Mu Yun.

In fact, how could he not know that Mu Yun could use the phone at home to call, and he was just looking for an opportunity to enjoy the feeling of having a father and a mother, so how could he bear to offend him?

Mu Yun took the phone, squatted there with his small body, and his voice was also small during the call, looking at Qin Anlan from time to time.

Qin Anlan was flashed by that little look, and walked aside silently and lit a cigarette silently.

Little Mu Yun talked for about ten minutes, and came to return the phone to him.

Qin Anlan looked down and hung up.

"What did you say?" He asked while holding the cigarette in one hand, took a puff, and walked home with his son in his arms.

Mu Yun hummed vaguely, "Dad, I want to sleep."

After that, the little face pressed against Qin Anlan's waist, looking like he was going to sleep.

Qin Anlan patted his little head lightly, helplessly amused and angry, this child!

Carrying the little guy upstairs, covering him lightly with a quilt, little Mu Yun secretly opened his eyes.

Qin Anlan was angry and laughed, stretched out his hand to pinch his little face, "Okay, go to bed, otherwise you will be beaten."

Little Mu Yun screamed, hugged his sister, as if holding a small toy, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Qin Anlan's heart softened, and he covered the two with a quilt.

Just as he was about to leave, Mu Yun's voice sounded very softly: "Dad, will Mom come back?"

Qin Anlan's body stiffened for a while, and after a long time, he smiled gently, "She will always be your mother."

Mu Yun didn't say anything else, and said good night carefully.

Qin Anlan walked back again and kissed the little guy on the face: "Good night."

Standing up, a pair of small hands hugged him.

The child grows up, and the little arms are long. Holding him lightly...

Qin Anlan felt reluctant and reluctant.

Mu Yun never made a fuss or begged him, but that didn't mean he didn't miss his mother.

And he showed mercy to her many times, so it can't be said that he didn't consider the child.

He stayed with the little guy for a while, and when he fell asleep, Qin Anlan walked out quietly.

He went to his mother's bedroom and stayed alone for a long time, looking up at the photos of Qin's mother when she was alive.