"I..." Han Ji was speechless for a moment.
Nothing to say.
He suddenly realized that he had not fully fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband and father from the very beginning.
Looking down at Han Haoxuan, the little guy also looked at him with vigilance and curiosity.
Han Ji's eyes stung for a moment.
Han Haoxuan is his own son, how can he look at him with vigilance and caution?
He considers himself not a serious person, nor would he be as rigid in his words and deeds as his father Han Jing.
He is not like Han Hongde, who is so majestic that it makes people afraid.
But why isn't Han Haoxuan close to him?
"Haoxuan is now in your care. Take good care of him," Han Ji's mother said. "Your workplace is close to home now, so you'll be home more often. Spend time with Zhiyin and Haoxuan. Also, learn to be more considerate of Zhiyin. She's in charge of all household affairs at the Han family, and she's busy too. You see, she wasn't here today, and we had dinner later than usual. She got sick the moment you took her out, and your grandfather must be furious, thinking you didn't take good care of her. And now you're being so hands-off, you don't even care about your own son. Be careful he'll give you a lecture."
"I see," Han Ji said to himself, feeling guilty, "I didn't realize this. No wonder my best friend doesn't like me."
"What did you say?" Han Ji's mother asked.
"It's nothing, just leave Haoxuan to me, go and have dinner."
Han Ji's mother said a few more words to comfort him, explaining what Ai Zhiyin would take Han Haoxuan to do at this time in the past. After giving him careful instructions, she left.
Han Ji glanced at Han Haoxuan, who was also confused and at a loss. He bent down and held Han Haoxuan in his arms.
Han Haoxuan probably didn't expect Han Ji to hug him, and his whole body was tense when he sat on his lap.
Han Ji frowned and looked at him: "What? You can't even hug you?"
Han Haoxuan shook his head and looked at him blankly.
Han Ji turned around so that Han Haoxuan was facing the desk. "Grandma asked me to help you with arithmetic. Do you know how to do addition and subtraction within ten?"
Han Haoxuan's face darkened: "Dad, I can recite the multiplication table."
Han Ji: “…”
Han Haoxuan: "I have a homework book, and my mother usually helps me with it."
Han Ji frowned: "Isn't it a holiday? Are you still doing homework?"
Han Haoxuan looked at him puzzledly: "Yes."
Han Ji: "Is it from the school? Aren't they not allowed to give children your age homework during long holidays?"
He also thought that the person in charge of education and the principal in Han Haoxuan's district were too bold, and he had to give them a call and talk to them.
Then I heard Han Haoxuan say, "My mother arranged it for me."
Han Ji was a little dumbfounded.
Han Haoxuan said a little discouragedly, "Mom bought a lot and said I had to finish them all before school starts. After the New Year, she also made me take piano lessons, but I don't like playing the piano."
Han Ji: "If you don't like it, just say so. If you really can't do it... just deal with it and pretend to be serious."
Han Haoxuan shook his head. "No, my mom will check it. She's very strict. If I don't do it well, she'll be angry."
Han Ji was a little skeptical, "Not really, it's not the final exam, if you can't do well then so be it. You're in the most playful period right now, so it's normal for you to do poorly."
Han Haoxuan: "I don't want to disappoint my mother."
Han Ji was speechless for a moment.
Children speak without restraint.
Han Haoxuan knew not to let Ai Zhiyin down, but he, an adult, didn't realize it.
Han Ji: "How old are you? Why do you think so much?"
Han Haoxuan was unconvinced: "I'm already eight years old."
Han Ji suddenly realized, yes, Han Haoxuan is already eight years old.
Time flies.
How did you get through these eight years?
Han Ji no longer had many memories, he just felt that he spent most of his time in a drunken stupor.
Going home also feels like completing a mission.
He entered the special dates for each person to go home into his mobile phone so that he would be reminded at the appointed time.
Including parents’ birthdays, Han Hongde’s birthday, Ai Zhiyin’s birthday, Han Haoxuan’s birthday, and similar special holidays.
"Eight years old is not young anymore," Han Ji said. "You said you're old enough to be away from your mother and should be strong and not cry or make a fuss. Come on, go find your booklet and I'll help you with your homework."
Han Haoxuan was a little reluctant, "Dad...I don't want to do my homework."
Han Ji: "If you have other requests, I can help you find a solution. I can't do anything about this request. Your mother's words are like an imperial decree, and I can't resist."
Han Haoxuan said "Oh", jumped out of Han Ji's arms, and went out to get his homework booklet.
Han Ji looked at his already tall stature and finally understood why Han Haoxuan was no longer close to him.
The child has grown up.
Especially boys.
When Han Haoxuan was his age, he and Han Chi spent the whole day thinking about how to finish their homework as quickly as possible and then sneak out to play.
He and Han Chi are in the same grade but in different classes. Their homework is almost the same, so they divide the work. You do Chinese and he does math. You copy from him and he copies from you, and they can finish it quickly.
At that time, their family only cared about their final grades. Both he and Han Chi were good students, and their lives were easier than they are now.
Han Haoxuan is much more obedient than them. He knows how to do his homework, even if it is an extra assignment from Ai Zhiyin, he will do it obediently.
Having a son like this makes me feel so relieved.
Han Haoxuan came to the study carrying his homework books and schoolbag.
Han Ji reached out to take it and helped him put it on the table.
The adult desk was not suitable for a child to sit on, so Han Ji let Han Haoxuan sit in his arms.
Looking at the several thick volumes on the table, he couldn't help but frown, "Are you going to finish all of these?"
Han Haoxuan nodded: "Yes."
He pulled out a book and flipped through it. When he came to a blank page that he hadn't finished yet, he took out a pencil and began to read the questions and think.
Han Ji was curious, so he picked up a few other books and flipped through them.
You don’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it.
There are even math Olympiad problems.
This is much more difficult than when he was in elementary school.
"There are so many. How long will it take to finish them? The questions are so difficult." Han Ji put it down after taking a few glances and picked up another one.
"Mom said I have to finish writing it all during this holiday."
"He watches you write every day?"
Han Haoxuan shook his head. "She will set a time for me to write for three hours every day."
Han Ji was surprised: "Three hours? Just sitting at the table to make these booklets? And then you have to go to various interest classes?"
Han Haoxuan nodded.
This is too scary.
A child of this age doesn't go out to play, stays at home all day, and is arranged like a robot.
There is no freedom or nature at all.
"How about this," Han Ji said, "I'll send you to interest classes in the future. If you don't want to attend, just tell me and I'll talk to the teachers. If you don't want to go, then don't go."
"No, Mom won't agree."
"You don't have to worry, I'm here."
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