Chapter 120 Xu Zhijun is not your father?
The little guy was pointing to a small motorcycle-shaped cake, the main color of which was orange. The motorcycle and the racer riding the motorcycle were lifelike, and it was definitely worth the price.
Xiao Anxian nodded, and the clerk quickly brought the cake over.
The cake was placed in front of the little guy, and there was a gleam in his eyes, and it was obvious that he liked it very much.
He was indeed a little surprised that a three-year-old was so interested in motorcycles.
“That’s quite discerning.”
Lu Xiyan pointed at the racer on the motorcycle cake and asked, "Do you know him?"
Xiao Anxian's eyes were full of admiration, "Number 93, Marquez!"
This answer surprised Lu Xiyan a little. He smiled and asked, "You know all this, that's quite impressive."
The little guy smiled sweetly after receiving the compliment, "Uncle, do you know him too?"
"Yeah." Lu Xiyan nodded, "I've heard of it."
Marquez, a man who pushes cornering to the limit, a prodigy in the racing world, was born for motorcycles.
The extreme cornering he brings is not only a visual feast and a surge of male hormones, but also an extreme love for this sport.
When Lu Xiyan was passionate about racing, he watched Marquez's race videos countless times. The most famous one was Marquez's oppressive turn and back-slash.
The oppressive feeling of "what can you do to me" can ignite the whole audience.
When Lu Xiyan participated in the competition, in order to win the championship and the prize money, he used Marquez's desperate extreme cornering to crush others.
That year, he was young and unrestrained, with his favorite motorcycle and his favorite woman by his side.
He held her in his arms, rubbed her coquettishly, and asked her to snuggle with him on the sofa to watch Marquez's game.
She always frowned slightly and said it was too dangerous.
He pulled her to sit on his lap, holding her waist to prevent her from leaving. When she saw the thrilling movements, she would bury her head in his arms and couldn't help but remind him, "Don't do this when you ride a bike. If I knew, I would be angry."
He was particularly attracted by her soft "threat" and kissed her lips with a low laugh.
End his little teasing with a long kiss.
"uncle?"
Xiao Anxian tilted his head, his big eyes blinking, "Can you ride a bike?"
The childish question brought my thoughts back to reality, and the memories that could never be returned disappeared from my mind.
His left hand unconsciously folded for a moment, and the loneliness in Lu Xiyan's eyes disappeared in an instant. He smiled lightly, "No."
Lu Xiyan, who could ride a bike, died in a car accident four years ago.
The little guy carefully moved the cake around a few times, looking at every detail, but did not start eating.
"Can't bear to eat it?" Lu Xiyan looked at his little action with some amusement, "There are still some left after eating, they can still make more."
The little guy shook his head seriously and pushed the cake in front of Lu Xiyan, "Uncle, I don't want to eat the cake, I just want to see it, you eat it."
"have a look?"
Lu Xiyan found it interesting. Who stood outside the store for so long just to see this No. 93 motorcycle cake?
Xiao Anxian nodded. He had heard from his mother that his father liked the No. 93 Marquez the most, so he wanted to see what the motorcycle and racer that his father liked looked like.
Now I am satisfied to see him.
This cake is very expensive, so I shouldn't let my uncle buy it for him.
"Since you've seen it, just eat it."
Lu Xiyan pushed the cake back and said, "Just consider it a favor to me. It would be a waste if you don't eat it."
Xiao Anxian looked at the cake that was pushed in front of him again and felt a little hesitant.
My mother said that we should not accept things from others casually, especially valuable things.
But my mother also said that we should not waste things, and that wasting is wrong.
The uncle opposite smiled beautifully again, raised his chin to him, and said very gently, "Eat."
Xiao Anxian swallowed his saliva and said sweetly, "Thank you, uncle!"
Then he picked up the fork, took a sip, turned around and held it in front of Lu Xiyan.
"Uncle, you take the first bite."
Lu Xiyan didn't like these, but at this moment he couldn't refuse the child's sincerity.
He leaned forward slightly and rolled a mouthful of cream with the tip of his tongue.
I originally thought the cream was just average, but today it tastes quite good.
He smiled and said, "Not bad."
After giving him the first bite, the little guy scooped the cream into his own mouth.
Watching him eat the cake bite by bite, Lu Xiyan stared at his fair and tender face and asked, "Little ghost, why did your parents separate?"
As soon as he asked the question, he regretted it.
I actually asked a three-year-old child why his parents divorced.
"I have no idea."
The child's eyes, which had been bright and sparkling, suddenly dimmed. "I haven't seen my father."
Lu Xiyan's breathing stagnated, and then he laughed and said, "Kid, children can't lie."
Mr. Xu came over at the beginning of the month to celebrate his mother's birthday, and the family of three even bought a cake.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he would have almost believed it.
"I'm not lying."
Xiao Anxian seemed to be afraid that Lu Xiyan would not believe him, so he raised his eyes with sincerity and said, "I really have never seen my father. I have only had my mother since I was born..."
Lu Xiyan's eyes darkened, and his relaxed posture suddenly stiffened slightly. "You haven't seen your father? Then who is Xu Zhijun?"
"Uncle Xu?" Xiao Anxian seemed a little surprised. "Uncle, do you know Uncle Xu too?"
"Uncle Xu?" This name made Lu Xiyan frown slightly, "Isn't he your father?"
"He's not my dad."
There was nothing impurity in Xiao Anxian's clear eyes. "He is a very good uncle."
"That--"
Lu Xiyan paused as he was about to ask. He couldn't possibly say that he had heard him call Xu Zhijun "Dad", right?
"Have you ever called him dad?" he asked in a different way.
"Yes," the little guy admitted without hesitation, "From childhood to adulthood, whenever other children teased me about not having a father, Uncle Xu would act as my dad."
Hearing this, Lu Xiyan's breathing trembled, and something in his heart quietly exploded.
"But..." Xiao Anxian looked a little self-blaming, "Mom said that I can't let Uncle Xu act as my father anymore, because Uncle Xu will get married and have his own children..."
The little guy was about to cry, but Lu Xiyan started laughing.
"So Xu Zhijun isn't your father?" He asked with a smile, "Isn't he your mother's ex-husband?"
Xiao Anxian didn’t understand what “ex-husband” meant, he could only understand the previous sentence.
"What's an ex-husband, uncle?"
The questions are full of curiosity.
How do you explain the word "Lu Xiyan"?
A man who was married and divorced to his mother is called an ex-husband?
Or is he his mother's ex-husband?
The moment this sentence popped out, he was suddenly stunned.
I like motorcycles, the No. 93 driver, Marquez...
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the child's eyebrows, and an unbelievable idea popped into his mind.
I dare not believe it, but I have to guess.
Almost at the moment the idea came to his mind, Lu Xiyan's breathing became heavier and his body unconsciously leaned towards the table.
His eyes scanned the little boy's facial features carefully, and his voice was a little unstable when he spoke.
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