People say that fathers and mothers are different.
It's true!
She had seen her neighbor's daughter, Huahua, sitting on her father's shoulders. Her father was very tall, and as long as she sat on his shoulders, she could reach the pomegranates on the tree.
She looked at Xie Zhiyan's feet covered by the blanket and estimated in her mind: "Mom, Dad is taller than Huahua's dad!"
Yangyang touched his chin with one hand: "Of course, his dad isn't very tall either, but their pomegranate tree is relatively short. I'll definitely be taller than his dad in the future."
He glanced at Xie Zhiyan out of the corner of his eye, then looked away shyly: "Dad is definitely more capable than his dad!"
Dad can shoot a gun, but Hua Hua's dad can't.
Xie Zhiyan felt a pang of sadness, thinking about all the ways he had tried over the years to contact Shu Ying, and the time he had lost contact with her and her son.
The two children could only imagine what their father looked like by talking about other people's fathers.
Last night, Shu Ying was worried and told him that Yangyang might have some issues with him, but after meeting the two children today, they rushed over so happily that he found it hard to describe his excitement.
Yueyue suddenly leaned over and looked Xie Zhiyan up close, placing her small hand on the gauze on Xie Zhiyan's forehead.
"Dad, does your head still hurt? When I was injured before, it would hurt a lot when Mom applied medicine to my head."
Xie Zhiyan's heart is as soft as a marshmallow; two little kids could jump on it like it's a trampoline.
His voice softened unconsciously: "It doesn't hurt anymore. If you don't believe me, touch it."
Yueyue cupped her face in her two little hands, originally wanting to reach out one hand to gently touch Xie Zhiyan's wound.
But fearing that she might clumsily hurt him, she shook her head in the end.
"Dad is even better looking than I imagined, and even better looking than in the photos."
There is no color in the photo, but my dad in real life has color: black hair and yellow skin. My mom says that because they are yellow-skinned, they are supposed to look like this.
Yangyang watched intently, staring at Xie Zhiyan's left profile and then his right.
"Why does Dad look like a wild man from the jungle in the book? He has a lot of beard and his hair is all messy, like Grandma Huang's chicken coop."
Actually, he was quite satisfied with his father in other aspects, but he couldn't understand how his sister could lie and say that their father was even more handsome than in the photos.
The dad in the photo looks clean and fair, but in reality, his hair is longer and his beard is much longer.
Just now, when Dad bent down to pick them both up, his arm accidentally touched Dad's mouth, which felt hard and prickly.
Shu Ying sat on the sofa, peeling an apple in one hand, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down her face.
She put down the peeler, cut an apple into several pieces, and placed them on a plate in front of Xie Zhiyan's hospital bed.
"Yangyang, Dad looks messy right now because he was seriously injured and can't wash his hair or shave every day, that's why he looks like this. Boys and girls are different."
Shu Ying pulled up a chair and sat down: "You'll understand when you grow up. Boys all grow beards. Boys have to groom themselves every day to look clean and tidy. Dad's situation is special. He doesn't usually look like this."
When Yangyang heard that she would look exactly like Xie Zhiyan when she grew up, she was terrified, and her big eyes were full of rejection.
"Will I become a wild man when I grow up? Mom, that's scary! Is there any way to prevent me from becoming a wild man? I don't want to grow a beard!"
He glanced at Yueyue's smooth skin again: "I'm so envious of my little sister. I wish I were a girl too. Girls don't have to become wild men."
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