It’s just that the clever fat baby is too well-behaved and sensible. Even though he is trembling with fear, he doesn’t want to drag down the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches who are protecting him behind him.
With people who love him around, the little fat boy will empty his mind and play around, because he knows there is always someone behind him.
But when no one is around, the little fat boy doesn't cry or make a fuss, he just waits quietly.
Every morning, he gazed at the sky, watched the sun rise, and waited for his beloved father.
As the sun sets, he wipes the corners of his eyes, smiles, and continues to look forward to tomorrow morning.
Day after day, week after week.
The fat baby just sat on the short stool, his feet numb, but he was unwilling to move.
He was afraid that if he left, he would miss his father.
Wait until full expectations turn into despair, wait until tears fall like rain countless times in the middle of the night.
The little fat kid without a father and Ding Ding didn’t even dare to cry too loudly.
He was afraid of being a burden to others.
He even thought that his father was dead and he would never see him again.
Even so, he didn't want to think too much about it and kept lying to himself, it will come, it will come.
Fish is daddy’s favorite baby.
My father has no descendants, and I am his only child.
The smart fat baby, the well-behaved fat baby, only dared to cry loudly on the day Ding Ding returned.
Only then did I dare to make a request and wanted to go home.
He had such expectations and such excitement, but what he waited for was not fulfilled.
As the cycle repeats itself, the fat baby never changes.
He never got angry when he knew his father was sick, and he put it out of his mind when he knew his father was hiding something.
It seemed as if such a time of waiting, loneliness and despair had never existed.
His innocent heart remains the same as always.
But it left an indelible impact, which is why No. 0 was so angry at the time.
Even now, I know something special about Yan Jiyuan.
He still hated the emperor.
Since we meet again, why should I hurt him!
After hearing this, 1002 fell silent. He was also a person who had failed in his duty.
When Guaizi needed him the most, Tong was not there.
The emperor came slowly, his clothes stained with blood, his face covered in blood, and raised his eyes slightly. His arrogant and indifferent eyes turned when he saw his own child.
Warmth gradually spread: "My son."
Emperor Mingxi squatted slightly with his tall figure, opened his arms and held the little fat baby in his arms.
"Xiao Yuan is beautiful~ Father is great! Mother is great~" Like a little fat chick, the chubby cub twisted and turned, chirping.
Like a blazing fire crystal meeting the solid ice of an endless winter.
Then the coldness dissipated and the chill retreated.
"It's good enough now." said 1002.
"Yeah." The main system rarely responded to him.
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