Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

Chapter 448 Today's Chang'an is great

He Daqing was sitting in the living room, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, with a faint smile on his face. He listened to the familiar voice and felt relieved, knowing that the couple had reconciled.

Changan heard his father's voice in the house, and a bright smile immediately bloomed on his little face. He hadn't seen his father for a day and missed him very much.

So he quickly put down the toy in his hand, slapped his little feet on the ground quickly, and rushed out of the house like a happy little deer. He ran and shouted:

"Dad! Dad!" The clear child's voice, like the coolest breeze in summer, blows into everyone's heart.

He Daqing followed Chang'an's jumping figure with a kind look. Seeing his calves moving rapidly, his eyes were full of pampering and worry.

He quickly raised his voice, his tone full of kindness and caution: "Chang'an, run slowly, and be careful not to fall. Your father won't run away." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to catch his little grandson who might fall at any time.

However, Changan's heart was full of thoughts about He Yuzhu at the moment, so he had no time to listen to his grandfather's words. His little face was slightly red from running, his eyes were shining with excitement, and he kept shouting:

"Dad, Dad, you're finally back. Chang'an misses you so much!" His voice was clear and pleasant, full of attachment to his father.

When He Yuzhu heard Chang'an's call, a warm current surged in his heart. He quickly quickened his pace, walked forward, touched Chang'an's head with his hand, and a loving smile spread across his face:

"Dad misses Chang'an too. Was Chang'an good at home today? Did he listen to grandpa?" His words were full of tenderness and care, and his eyes were full of love for his son.

Chang'an was even more excited when he saw his father touching his hair. He threw himself into He Yuzhu's arms, his small body pressed tightly against his father's chest, as if he had found the most solid support.

He nodded vigorously, patted his chest with the hand that was not held by He Yuzhu, and said proudly:

"Chang'an is so good. He listens to grandpa and helps grandpa do a lot of things!" He looked like a little warrior who was eager to show his growth to his father.

"Changan is awesome. You performed so well today. Daddy decided to reward you with an extra candy."

He Yuzhu gently stroked Chang'an's soft hair with his broad hands as he spoke, his eyes full of praise and love for his son. There was a hint of smile in his words, as if even the air around him became sweet because of this warmth.

When Chang'an heard the good news, his eyes immediately sparkled with excitement and a bright smile bloomed on his little face.

He nodded repeatedly, as if afraid that He Yuzhu would go back on his word, and kept making "hmm!" sounds from his mouth. That innocent joy infected everyone present.

He Yuzhu's heart softened when he saw this. He gently took Chang'an's hand, and the two stood there, quietly waiting for Yu Haitang's arrival. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, adding a bit of warmth and harmony to the picture.

Finally, Yu Haitang appeared in sight. She had a faint smile on her face, looking particularly gentle and charming.

But seeing Yu Haitang like this, Chang'an's pace slowed down involuntarily, and a hint of uneasiness and hesitation flashed in his eyes.

He clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, as if this could give him more courage. Then, he mustered up his courage and shouted clearly in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Mom..." There was some temptation in that voice, and some tenderness that longed to be recognized.

Yu Haitang was tidying up the clothes in her hands with her head down. When she heard the call, her hand paused slightly, and then she slowly raised her head, her eyes falling on Chang'an with tenderness and complexity.

The corners of her mouth curved up in a gentle arc, trying to use a smile to dispel the uneasiness in the child's heart, but her eyes seemed to hide too many unspoken emotions.

Chang'an took a few steps forward quietly, and every step seemed to be measuring the subtle and complex distance between him and Yu Haitang.

His eyes held a tenderness that indicated a desire for closeness, but were also mixed with a bit of uncertainty and caution, as if he was afraid that the slightest movement on his part would upset this delicate balance.

However, just as he was about to cross the invisible boundary in his heart, his mind suddenly flashed back to those gentle but distant smiles Haitang had shown after she became pregnant, as well as those gentle scoldings of "stay away" that were inadvertently revealed.

These memories were like the cold wind in winter, blowing through his heart inadvertently and making him stop involuntarily.

He lowered his head slightly, a trace of loss and confusion flashed in his eyes, and his fingers unconsciously entangled with the corners of his clothes, this action revealed his inner struggle and anxiety.