Why aren't you holding on tighter to me?
ah--
Ahh—
Thump.
After the spectacular performance, the entire audience fell silent.
"…………"
The pleasant sound of splashing water subsided for one second, two seconds, three seconds.
Standing still in the same position holding the fish, Chaochao suddenly seemed to realize something, and her little feet, which seemed rooted to the spot, began to move slowly.
She silently walked to the side of the boat in the direction the fish had fallen into the water, lowered her head, and peered forward.
Huo Qin's fingers, which were hooked around the safety rope, tightened silently.
From his angle, he could only see the little dumpling's particularly "lonely" back as it faced the lake.
He was worried that the little dumpling, caught up in his emotions, might put on a show of dying for the fish on the spot.
Xiaoqi was also caught off guard.
One second the alluring wild fish was still whimpering in the baby's hands, and the next second it made a glorious exit on its own.
But.
Although this little wild fish was really arrogant, it was still the first fish that Chaochao had caught in her three years of life.
It must hold a significant place in her heart.
The system adopts a grand and imposing manner without realizing it.
It's sour, but I'm more worried that Chaochao will be sad.
now.
The little dumpling standing by the ship's railing suddenly raised its little hand, then lowered it again, its shoulders, wrapped in a life jacket, seemed to be trembling slightly.
Was he really badly injured?
Children's hearts can sometimes be big and insensitive, and sometimes they can be exceptionally sensitive and fragile.
"..."
After a brief moment of contemplation, Huo Qin decided to find a topic to distract the little one—
"Every morning".
He called out.
The little dumpling paused slightly as it looked at the broken silhouette of the lake.
After Huo Qin spoke, he lowered his eyes slightly and quickly thought about topics that the little dumpling might be interested in.
My little chubby bird at home is making great progress in losing weight. Judging from its appearance this morning, it has evolved into a fat-covered muscle?
Or perhaps a batch of interesting stones sourced from around the world has been airlifted to your home and successfully placed throughout your garden?
But this is still a secret.
Or should we talk about her older friends?
The little dumpling in front is about to turn around.
moment.
Huo Qin raised his eyes and said calmly.
"Little Peach at home—"
"Ah—choo!"
Hearing her father call her, Chaochao turned around and couldn't help but sneeze first, her bright almond-shaped eyes now misty with tears.
Huo Qin stopped speaking.
"Oh, my child!"
The system, blindly doting on the child, didn't notice anything amiss, assuming the little one was just heartbroken. Isn't it said that the deepest sorrow is often silent?
Chaochao wanted to reach out and rub her blurry eyes.
But Huo Qin, who had crouched down, immediately grabbed him.
She closed her eyes to feel the soft fabric brushing against her skin, then opened them to watch Huo Qin continue wiping her fingers.
Those hands that were just idly catching fish.
Chaochao blinked, hesitating to speak, but ultimately couldn't hold back.
"Daddy, this handkerchief just wiped my eyes."
Upon hearing this, Huo Qin continued working with his hands, lightly tapping his clearly defined jawline.
"Um."
"how,"
Huo Qin lifted his eyelids, raised his eyebrows, and spoke in a calm and languid tone.
You even despise yourself?
Chaochao: "..."
Daddy, you weren't like this before, when you made me take a nice bath right after digging in the dirt.
The little girl pouted and mumbled softly, as quiet as a mosquito's buzz. Then her expression hardened, and with a resolute look, she seemed to make the most courageous declaration she had made since being forced to wash her hands.
"How could this be!"
"I'm perfectly clean!"
Chaochao reached out to take the handkerchief.
"I'll wipe my eyes again now."
However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't budge the cloth, and she noticed a hint of disdain in her father's casual glance.
Chaochao, mercilessly stabbed by her own father: "..."
It appears to be a version where all strength and abilities have been lost.
The little dumpling was secretly competing with someone a second ago, but now it has casually let go as if nothing happened, its empty hands "chua" into its pockets, pretending to be indifferent.
"Never mind... my eyes aren't itchy anymore."
But her baby voice sounded very weak.
"It's okay, kid. We may not be the bravest, but we can be the fastest to kneel down."
The system gently comforted her.
Chaochao didn't quite understand the relationship between "having guts" and "kneeling" in its words, but given the system's praising tone, she thought it was perfectly reasonable.
Was Xiaoqi just praising her athletic ability?
The little dumpling's first spark of rebellion was extinguished on the spot, and its slightly empty heart was immediately filled with the warmth brought by its companion.
"Waaaa, Xiao Qi, you're so sweet~"
Chaochao was deeply moved, and her previously misty eyes became exceptionally bright.
The system has figured out some discrepancies; it's a case of being overly concerned and making mistakes. But isn't that also true of Huo Qin?
How could a man who is always obsessed with cleanliness use the same handkerchief to wipe two places in a row?
but.
It thought Chaochao would really be sad.
The system has seen far too many videos of anglers who have just caught their dream fish, only to lose it the next second due to a slip of the hand, and whose faith has been shattered.
"Every morning".
The system was itching to act; it was genuinely curious.
"Um?"
Chaochao, who was whispering to the system in her mind, did not notice that her chin was gently lifted again.
Huo Qin remained in that uncomfortable half-squatting position, his dark eyes lowered, his gaze serious and focused as he carefully wiped the child's eyes again with a newly pulled wet wipe.
Because she just said her eyes were a little itchy.
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