He practiced for a month before he became a little more proficient. Every time he held the child, his waist would unconsciously bend over, for fear of hurting the child.
After all, Ping An's small body is so soft and cuddly that it's really hard to hold her.
Huo Xueshen froze instantly. He had lived most of his life and had never held such a small child before, let alone seen one.
"Isn't it just like holding him like this? I've never held you when you were little, I want to hold my grandson and experience it."
His tone carried a hint of longing and helplessness.
These words were heartbreaking to hear. Seeing that he insisted on holding the child, Fu Shen said, "Sit down on the stool first. You've never held a child before, so it's not easy to hold one while standing."
Huo Xueshen smiled, turned around, and sat down on a stool.
Fu Shen gently placed Ping An on his lap and patiently instructed, "Stretch out your arm to support his head, and don't let your legs shake, or he'll start to cry."
Huo Xueshen didn't know if the child would cry, but he himself was so nervous that he was about to cry.
He never expected that the child's waist was so flexible, like a rubber tube, with no support at all, and he had to rely entirely on the adult for support.
Especially that little head, it kept shaking back and forth, and he was afraid of accidentally hurting it.
He glanced uneasily at Fu Shen, who was still holding Ping An in his arms, and said in a trembling voice, "You hold him. I'll hold him when he's a little older."
Fu Shen hugged Ping An back into his arms, and Huo Xueshen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his tense body relaxing.
Seeing this, Su Yue couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes full of amusement.
Although he himself was unable to hold his grandson, Huo Xueshen asked Fu Shen to sit down and look at the child together, which was still a good thing.
After Fu Shen sat down, Huo Xueshen carefully examined the child's face and said, "The child only has eyes like Yueyue, everything else looks like you."
I was so nervous that I didn't look carefully.
Fu Shen: "Take another look at Ping An's right hand."
Huo Xueshen said confidently, "No need to look, he definitely has three moles."
Su Yue looked puzzled. "Dad, how did you know Ping An had a mole on his hand?"
Fu Shen explained, "Dad only realized I was his biological son after he saw the three moles on my right little finger."
Su Yue frowned. How come she didn't know that Fu Shen had three moles on his little finger?
She knew that Ping An had a mole on her little finger, and she would wipe Ping An's little hands every time she washed her face.
Upon hearing Fu Shen's words, Huo Xueshen quickly retorted, "What nonsense are you talking about? I just want to know if your biological mother is the person I'm thinking of."
In fact, the moment he saw Fu Shen, he knew that this was his son, not just because they looked alike.
As they chatted, Huo Xueshen asked Fu Shen and Su Yue how they met.
Fu Shen said without changing his expression, "I met a comrade-in-arms in Shuiwen Village through his introduction."
Su Yue watched Fu Shen lie with a straight face, then secretly glanced at Huo Xueshen. Seeing that he didn't suspect anything and even nodded, she didn't know what to say.
She knew that the people in the cowshed rarely interacted with the villagers, but such a big thing happened that day, didn't he hear about it at all?
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