Chapter 447 You Are Not As Handsome As My Dad
Xuanyuan Ge couldn't help but laugh.
This was the first time he had smiled in months, not the calculating smile he wore in the boardroom, but a warm vibration that surged from his chest.
Xunxun was stunned for a moment, then smiled, revealing two small front teeth that had just been replaced, with a little air leakage.
Two hours later, two crooked pen holders were placed on the windowsill of the studio.
The shape of the one made by Xunxun can already be seen, and he has carved the crooked word "沉" on it with tools.
The one made by Xuanyuan Pavilion looked more like a short and fat man. Xunxun drew a simple dinosaur on the side for him and said, "It won't be ugly this way."
"It will take seven days to cook."
Xunxun placed her work into the box marked with her name, as carefully as if she were placing a treasure. "Dad Qi will come and pick it up when the time comes."
Xuanyuan Ge hummed and watched him carefully write the two words "Xunxun" in the registration book. The strokes were crooked, but he wrote each one with great force.
This moment.
His previously peaceful state of mind was now filled with turbulence.
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As I walked out of the studio, the setting sun dyed the alley a honey color.
Xunxun was walking in front with her schoolbag on her back, and suddenly stopped in front of a stall selling sugar paintings.
The old man was drawing a dragon on the bluestone slab with melted sugar juice, and the amber sugar threads were shining in the sunlight.
"Do you want to eat?" Xuanyuan Ge asked.
Xunxun shook her head: "Mom said that eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay."
He paused and added, "Dad will buy them, but only small ones."
Xuanyuan Ge said nothing and walked straight to the stall.
The old man smiled and asked, "What do you want? All children like Sun Wukong."
"I want a sunflower," he said.
Xunxun suddenly looked up at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
He likes sunflowers very much.
But few people know about this.
The sugar painting is done. The golden sunflower is placed on a bamboo stick, with petals stacked layer upon layer, like a solidified sunbeam.
Xuanyuan Ge handed it to Xunxun. The child hesitated for a moment, then took it. However, he didn't eat it, but just held it in his hand.
"Let's go sit in the park for a while?" Xuanyuan Ge pointed to the nearby street park where there was a lawn and several children were flying kites.
Xunxun nodded, but her pace slowed down.
He looked down at the sugar painting in his hand and suddenly said, "Thank you, I like this very much."
Xuanyuan Ge was stunned.
Then he really laughed out loud.
In a good mood.
There was a bench on the lawn. Xuanyuan Ge wanted Xunxun to sit on it, but the child ran to the slide next to it and climbed up the steps.
He moved very nimbly, like a little monkey. When he reached the top, he turned around and waved the sugar painting in his hand towards Xuanyuan Pavilion.
The sunlight shone on his face, which looked very much like Han Lingcui, but also had a stubbornness that he himself was not aware of, just like himself when he was young.
"Uncle Xuanyuan, can you slide down the slide?" Xunxun's voice floated down from above.
"I haven't played for a long time." Xuanyuan Ge walked to the slide and looked up at him.
"Then I'll teach you."
Xunxun sat down, holding onto the sides of the slide with both hands. "It should be like this, feet together, lean back a little."
After he finished speaking, he slid down and landed on the lawn, stirring up a few dead leaves.
Xuanyuan Ge hesitated for a moment, then sat down like him.
The suit pants rubbed against the plastic slide, making a rustling sound.
He was about to slide down when Xunxun suddenly shouted, "Wait! Your tie will get stuck!"
The child ran over and stood on tiptoe to help him untie his tie.
His hands were a bit clumsy, and it took him several tries to pull the tie out of his collar, which he casually tossed on the bench. "That's good." He patted Xuanyuan Ge's knees like a qualified butler.
When Xuanyuan Ge slid down, his movements were a bit stiff and he stumbled when he landed.
Xunxun was laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her back, but she quickly ran over to help him.
"Are you okay? My dad also fell down the first time he skated, and he said he did it on purpose to make me happy."
"I did it on purpose."
Xuanyuan Ge squatted down and looked into his eyes.
This was the first time he looked so closely into Xunxun's eyes. In them was the gentleness of Han Lingcui, the calmness of Chen Hanxing, and a clarity that did not belong to this age.
Moreover, when staring at Xunxun, he suddenly found that he could not accept Xunxun calling Qi Moxun dad.
Xunxun blinked, said nothing, turned around and ran to pick up the sugar painting on the ground.
I accidentally fell down the slide just now, and a corner of the sugar painting broke, and a piece of the sunflower petal was missing.
He squatted on the ground, carefully piecing together the broken candies with his fingers. If he couldn't put them together correctly, he would frown and sigh. His expression was very similar to how he looked when he was dealing with a company crisis.
Xuanyuan Ge walked over, squatted down, and helped him pick up the broken candies.
"It can be eaten even if it's broken into pieces," he said.
“But it doesn’t look good.”
Xunxun's voice was a little muffled. "The teacher said that things should be kept intact."
Xuanyuan Ge's heart felt like it was being pulled by something.
"Shall I buy you another one?" he asked.
Xunxun shook her head, put the broken candy into her mouth and chewed it slowly: "No, this is also sweet."
As the sun gradually sank, the children who had been flying kites went home, leaving only the two of them on the lawn.
Xunxun leaned against the slide, nibbling on some broken candy, while Xuanyuan Ge sat on the bench, looking at his profile.
The autumn wind blew, rolling up a few fallen leaves, which landed on his suit and were blown away by the wind again.
"You know," Xunxun suddenly said in a very soft voice, "my dad can do magic. He can turn coins into candies and even make my paintings into three-dimensional ones."
"Really?" Xuanyuan Ge's voice was a little hoarse, "That's amazing."
"Yeah." Xunxun nodded, "He can also repair my dinosaur backpack. Last time the zipper broke, he knew how to fix it after just one look."
He paused, turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Ge, "Uncle Xuanyuan, can you repair things?"
Xuanyuan Ge thought about it.
He could fix a contract full of loopholes and a subsidiary on the verge of bankruptcy, but he couldn't fix the misunderstanding five years ago, the disappointment in Han Lingcui's eyes, and the distance in the heart of the child in front of him.
"I'm not very good at it," he said honestly.
Xunxun said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions. She lowered her head to look at the sugar painting fragments in her hand.
Silence spread between the two of them, but it was not awkward. It was like the autumn sunshine, gentle and quiet.
Xuanyuan Pavilion suddenly felt that this was a good idea.
There is no need to try to please him or force closeness. Just sitting here and watching him grow up may be a kind of compensation.
"It's time to go home."
Xunxun looked at the sky, stood up, and patted the grass scraps on his pants. "Mom said we have to be home before dark."
Xuanyuan Ge tied his tie again, his movements a little clumsy.
Xunxun stood nearby, frowning, and suddenly said, "My dad wears his tie with a Windsor knot. Yours doesn't look good."
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