The Perfect Hidden Marriage

Kuang Meiyun unconsciously took a breath of air.

God, this child's imagination is really, really, really amazing.

In fact, there were only three images, and he was able to closely connect the two.

"Holmes?"

Peng Boran bit these four words and asked Kuang Meiyun doubtfully, hoping that she could give him an explanation:

"What do you mean? Have you ever drawn him a Sherlock Holmes who looks like me?"

But she didn't seem to hear it.

Kuang Yin walked towards his pale mother, his eyes became extremely passionate. Finally, he hugged his mother's thigh and shook it gently:

"Mom, is he my dad? Mom, I want to know if he is my dad, right..."

Children are children after all. As soon as they have an idea in their hearts, they can't bear it and scream out immediately.

Peng Boran was deeply shocked by his child's behavior.

Yes, the word "Dad" that came out of the child's mouth was full of alarming eagerness and excitement, which deeply shocked his heart.

At this moment, he felt distressed like never before, but he was so eager to seek the truth for this child.

Because he knows that behind the desire is a child's deep expectation for his father.

Because he also had this desire: many years ago, he lost his father. It was a helpless loss. The distance of death is a distance that no one can close. As for his child, he obviously has a father, but he has never enjoyed his father's love. As he thought about it, he suddenly felt apologetic.

At the same time, Kuang Meiyun was also deeply shocked.

The little guy rarely expressed his desire for his father in front of her, but at this moment, she really felt how important his father was to the child.

A hand gently touched her son's head. She was extremely entangled in her heart, and even though she was filled with reluctance, when this moment came, she could not selfishly prevent the father and son from recognizing each other.

"Yes, he is your father. Xiaoyin, your father is here to find you..."

In his sight, the child's big, extremely clear eyes lit up slightly.

The little guy was happy, but he didn't show any expression of ecstasy. Instead, he became worried, and then he glanced at the man who was looking at him deeply:

"But mom is not happy at all. Mom, is dad a big bad guy who has ever bullied you? If he is a big bad guy, I will never call him dad. Mom is all I need. We can live without dad. Very good, right..."

The thick hostility made Peng Boran stunned. It was really unexpected that this child protected and cared about his mother so much.

But if you think about it carefully, it's normal. After all, mother and son have been dependent on each other for so many years, and their relationship is naturally very deep. But his father came out of nowhere. It's really not easy to want people to like him as a stranger right away. Too likely.

Love is something that always takes time to accumulate slowly. He certainly understands this.

Kuang Meiyun was shocked: she knew her son was very sensitive, but she didn't expect him to be so sensitive, and to know how to protect her as a mother. While I was moved, I couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Mother……"

Kuang Yin looked worriedly:

"What's wrong with you?"

"fine."

In order to prevent the child from having in-depth thoughts, Kuang Meiyun immediately raised a warm smile, stroked her son's face, and explained:

"Your dad is not a big bad guy... Doesn't Xiaoyin like Sherlock Holmes? Your dad is the contemporary Sherlock Holmes. His specialty is solving crimes. Isn't it great?"

She would not do anything to smear the image of others in order to protect her own interests, so she told the truth.

In her opinion, her father's image should be very tall, not to mention that his profession itself is very positive, so it is necessary to answer truthfully.

These words attracted a deep glance from Peng Boran: This woman obviously didn't like his arrival, but to be able to say such nice things about him in front of her children, well, it was pretty good.

"Modern version of Sherlock Holmes? Real or fake?"

Deep suspicion appeared on Kuang Yin's small face. He turned his head and took another look, with an appraising look:

"So, he's a policeman?"

"No, he is not a policeman. He is a well-known crime-solving expert."

"Crime-solving expert?"

Kuang Yin bit into these six words and rolled his eyes:

"Mom, didn't you say you couldn't find him? Now, how come you know his details so well?"

Oops, no, you shot yourself in the foot!

A certain mother was very depressed, and her son accidentally caught her, so she really couldn't talk nonsense in front of this little guy.

Peng Boran was delighted when he heard this: Without him, this little monster is too responsive.

Well, considering that the child's mother just spoke for him, of course his father, the child, has to be saved.

"Your mother only found out about it after we had a phone call before I came here."

"Yeah?"

Kuang Yin still expressed doubts.

"Yes."

Kuang Meiyun sighed and immediately responded.

"Did mom find dad, or did dad find mom?"

Kuang Yin asked again.

The problems are really not that common.

"Of course dad found mom."

Peng Boran answered.

Kuang Yin glanced sideways and muttered:

"Really? Then why haven't you found it before?"

The words were still filled with a strong sense of distrust.

"Because the world is a big place, and trying to find someone in a huge sea of ​​people is like looking for a needle in a haystack... Have you ever seen the sea?"

Peng Boran knelt down, looked at him levelly and asked.

"I've seen it."

"Is it big?"

"Boundless."

The adjective used by the little monster is very appropriate. A small mouth that is so good at talking.

"Do you think it's easy to find a needle in the boundless sea?"

"not easy!"

Kuang Yin imagined the ratio between the sea and the needle, and his momentum gradually weakened.

"It's also difficult to find someone in a sea of ​​people."

"oh!"

After the analogy, he understood, nodded, and then stared at him:

"You are really my dad."

"Um."

Peng Boran nodded seriously.

The faint smile made his stern face look more friendly.

"Call daddy!"

Kuang Meiyun glanced at the man and whispered encouragement from the side.

Kuang Yin stared at it for a while, then shouted with bright eyes:

"dad……"

Crisp, loud and bright, it made Peng Boran's heart beat wildly.

The next moment, he reached out and hugged the soft and waxy little monster into his arms, and immediately smelled the fresh fragrance of milk.

Oh, he, Peng Boran, actually has a son. This feeling is really fucking weird and strange.

However, he didn't seem to reject such a feeling.

He smiled warmly and gently pinched the little monster's slippery face:

"Now can you tell me what your name is!"

"Didn't mom tell you?"

"I told you! But I want to hear it from your own mouth. I have just introduced myself. Out of politeness, shouldn't you say it? Isn't there an old saying in China: It's rude to come back but not return?" "

He ticked his nose.

The little monster answered while saving his nose:

"My name is Kuang Yin, the Yin of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin..."

"Ouch, I discovered that you actually have the same name as Song Taizu... What, do you want to be the little emperor?"

He scratched the little monster's nose again, teasing him gently.

The little monster chuckled, and his little hand slowly climbed up his unusually resolute face:

"Yes, yes, my aunt said, I am the little emperor of the family."

Peng Boran grabbed the little hand that caused layers of strange sensations on his skin, and his heart was occupied by a wave of strangely soft emotions: The feeling of interacting with his son was really amazing. A faint warm smile appeared on his face without noticing.

"It's cold outside, why don't you go upstairs!"

The sun gradually set in the west, the wind blew, and it seemed to be getting colder and colder. Kuang Meiyun glanced at Peng Boran's rare smile and suggested softly.

From her position, the man looked pretty good when he smiled.

"Yes, Dad, let's go home!"

The little monster held Peng Boran's hand without any fear, and then cried out in surprise:

"Dad, your hands are so big, much bigger than mom's hands..."

Peng Boran was startled again because of the boy's words "Let's go home." After hearing the last sentence, he hurriedly answered:

"Of course, because mom is a woman and dad is a man... dad is much taller than your mom... In the future, Kuang Yin will be as tall as dad..."

He grabbed the child's arm and easily lifted the sturdy little monster up and sat on his shoulder.

The little monster had never played such a parent-child game before. While screaming and hugging his father's head, he smiled excitedly and shouted:

"Dad, you are so strong..."

"Of course, a man will be very strong..."

It's so natural.

"Hehe, I've never played like this before."

"Then before you are too heavy for dad to carry you, how many more times will dad carry you?"

"Yeah……"

The little monster screamed happily, sitting there, holding his father's head tightly, and sighed softly when he looked up:

"Dad, sitting here is so high...I can see very far..."

"Of course, if you want to see a thousand miles away and reach a higher level, have you ever learned..."

"I haven't learned yet. Dad, what does that mean..."

"That is to say, if a person wants to see further, he must stand high enough. In this case, his knowledge will be broader... Quoted in life, it means that you must learn enough and experience enough. The more you learn, the more you will understand..."

"Oh I see……"

Kuang Meiyun stared at it blankly, with mixed feelings in her heart. Her son got his wish and had a father. She didn't know what this father with extraordinary knowledge would do next to deal with their father-son relationship.

*

After arriving home, Kuang Meiyun took the lead in opening the door, turned around and said to the people behind her:

"Come in! However, the house is a bit crowded. I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt to it."

Over in the kitchen, my aunt heard the sound and came out and shouted:

"Why did it take you so long? Have you bought the salt? I'm going to come down here to find you two..."

The conversation suddenly stopped because she saw Kuang Yin leading a tall man in. He was very cold-looking and was looking at the furnishings in their home with a critical look. Wherever he looked, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he didn't know what it was. mean.

"Xiaoyin, who is this?"

The aunt couldn't help but asked softly.

"Auntie, who do you think he is?"

Kuang Yin always likes to ask rhetorical questions when he speaks.

"Hello. Auntie? My name is Peng Boran."

Peng Boran introduced himself very kindly.

As for his identity, let it be left to a certain woman to explain herself!

Auntie was a little confused: "Hello, Mr. Peng, are you..."

She looked at this man. He had eyes like torches and an extraordinary bearing. His whole person exuded an awe-inspiring tone. He was not angry and had no authority. That face could easily give people a sense of oppression - a feeling. Not an easy person to deal with.

"Aunt, he..."

Kuang Meiyun smoothed her bangs that were blown by the wind, handed the salt over, and then explained:

"He is Xiaoyin's father."

My aunt suddenly opened her eyes as big as camel bells.

Kuang Yin didn't want to hear what the adults wanted to say, so he directly pulled Peng Boran into his room: "Dad, I have something to tell you, could you come to my room..."

"OK……"

Peng Boran let him go and was pulled into his room in a few moments.

*

Kuang Yin's room is really small, but it is neatly and cleanly tidied.

There was a small bed with neatly folded quilts; a small wardrobe with his little clothes hanging on it; a dozen Sherlock Holmes novels and some stationery items on the small desk; an empty corner on the floor. There was a small cartoon carpet, with a model of a semi-finished aircraft carrier placed on it.

"This is your room?"

This size is smaller than the bathroom he usually uses.

"right."

Kuang Yin nodded and found that the room became much smaller as soon as his father walked in. Looking up, he saw that his father was so tall.

"Dad, sit down."

He pulled him to sit.

Peng Boran sat on the small bed. The small bed was not very strong and made a creaking sound. He was a little frightened. After making sure that it would not collapse, he dared to carry the little monster into his arms. Inside, he sat on his lap and looked at it carefully.

This child is so good-looking, with pretty features, red lips and white teeth. He is really a cute child that everyone loves.

"Kuang Yin, can we get to know each other?"

When people get along with each other, they must understand each other from the most basic level.

"How do you recognize it?"

he asked curiously.

"We ask each other a question and then answer it. In this way, we can improve our understanding bit by bit..."

"good……"

"It starts now..."

"Um!"

Kuang Yin nodded heavily, his short black hair bouncing a few times, especially yin.

Peng Boran held the child's little hand, thought for a while, and then asked:

"What's Kuang Yin's favorite dish?"

"Salt and pepper...prawns..."

"Really? I like it too..."

"Really……"

Kuang Yin shouted in surprise:

"I especially like the salt and pepper flavor."

"Me too. Now it's Xiaoyin's turn to ask."

"Well, what am I asking..."

Kuang Yin stared at the ceiling and thought for a while before asking:

"What's daddy's favorite color?"

"Big red."

"Really, really? I like red too..."

He pointed to the red clothes on his body with bright eyes:

"It's this color, it's very festive to wear."

"Yes, it's particularly festive and makes people feel happy. So what subjects does Kuang Yin like to study..."

"I like them all... I think they are all very interesting. My aunt said you can't be biased... Now it's my turn to ask, is dad really an expert in solving crimes?"

Kuang Yin was particularly curious about this matter.

"Yeah. Not bad."

"Then can you teach me how to reason and solve cases?"

The burning light in Kuang Yin's eyes became more and more dazzling. After finishing speaking, he shook his head again:

"No, no, I have to test you first to see if you are bragging..."

Peng Boran chuckled softly:

"Okay, take the test however you want..."

Just like that, they talked a lot.

Although father and son have never met, the genetic inheritance in their bones makes them surprisingly similar in their living habits and various daily preferences. And this similarity made Peng Boran feel more love for this child.