"You sleep next to Mom, if your sister wakes up and doesn’t find you, she’ll probably fuss again..."
"Then let her fuss."
Prince Huang muttered, his words revealing the little guy’s bit of lancholy.
"Mom..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you really not talking to Dad on the phone?"
When Prince Huang said this, his voice suddenly dropped to silence. Su Xiaong hurriedly leaned down to take a closer look, only to see the little guy raising his hand to wipe his eyes.
He was actually... crying.
"..."
Su Xiaong’s heart tightened, but she couldn’t find any words of comfort.
In this three-year-old boy’s heart, the disappearance of his father beca an unhealable wound.
He missed him all the ti, thought about him constantly...
Everyone hoped ti would make him slowly forget, saying that at three years old, children don’t rember much and everything would be fine after so ti...
But Prince Huang wasn’t like other kids.
He just understood, seed to understand everything... whether it was the words he said, his actions, or the way he occasionally looked at people...
Su Xiaong still couldn’t talk to them about Yin Shixiu.
Yin Shixiu didn’t plan on telling the family either.
Even though such a decision seed selfish, every step they took now felt like walking on a tightrope.
Little ngxin couldn’t handle any more surprises, nor could Yin Shixiu’s current situation bear any more complexities.
"Mom... after a long ti... will he still rember ... and my sister..."
Prince Huang mumbled in Su Xiaong’s arms,
"Has Dad already forgotten about us..."
"Will he really co back..."
Su Xiaong gently patted his back, one pat after another, he asked many questions, again and again, mostly the sa questions...
And she didn’t respond.
Just kept gently patting his back until the little guy finally fell asleep.
Su Xiaong took a deep breath.
In the blink of an eye, it’s already mid-August, speaking of which... next Friday, the 21st, is Yin Shixiu’s birthday...
Looking at Huang Huang, who had fallen asleep uncomfortably in her arms, even in his dreams he seed to be muttering about Dad...
Perhaps, there was sothing she could still do.
...
"Do we really have to do this?"
The next day, after work, Xiaong privately shared her thoughts with her mother, and Bai Sixian had a disapproving look on her face.
"Huang Huang really misses Shixiu, there’s nothing wrong with celebrating Shixiu’s birthday."
"Xiaong, this... who celebrates the birthday of soone who’s passed away? This... isn’t it strange, don’t you think?"
The deceased only have death anniversaries, how could they have birthdays?
"Moreover, Shixiu just passed not long ago, this... shouldn’t be done, right?"
Bai Sixian wasn’t an old-fashioned traditionalist, but Xiaong’s idea was indeed a bit unconventional.
"I don’t know what is reasonable, I just know that Shuangshuang and Huanghuang really miss him."
"I don’t want to celebrate Shixiu’s birthday hoping for anything, just to make Shuangshuang and Huanghuang feel a bit better."
"They celebrated their birthdays happily before, these two kids already know what a birthday is, just let them send a little blessing to their father..."
"..."
Bai Sixian glanced at Su Chengji, who had just entered from the hall and had been listening for a while.
"I actually agree with Xiaong’s idea, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it."
"No one ever said people who’ve passed can’t have birthdays. I think Xiaong is right, whether it’s a death anniversary or a birthday, people just want to give their loved ones a little blessing. That’s all."
"What about ethics and customs, I really don’t think they’re that important."
Su Chengji said earnestly.
He had been resting at ho for a long ti, always with Shuangshuang and Huanghuang, he knew how much they missed Yin Shixiu.
Prince Huang often stared at the photo of Yin Shixiu displayed at ho, staring for a long ti.
Such a quiet child, who would have thought he could speak for one or two hours to a photo.
Talk and talk until he’s tired, falls asleep holding the photo...
How could a grandfather not feel heartache watching?
Shuangshuang, who seed like a carefree little girl, whenever soone opened the door, as long as she heard it, she would certainly run to take a look.
Rushing over with full hope, then coming back with downcast eyes, putting away her expectations.
The sibling’s longing for their father’s every move burned like lava, searing Su Chengji’s heart and soul.
Even with many grandparents, protective elders, they were ultimately aningless.
The role of a father could never be replaced.
Especially as Yin Shixiu had always been a dutiful and loving father.
Bai Sixian looked at Su Chengji and then at Su Xiaong...
In conclusion, this father and daughter have always been like this for so many years, always acting on impulse...
"Do as you wish."
Bai Sixian felt it was against etiquette, but didn’t persist too much, as she was neither superstitious nor traditional.
After gaining her mother’s approval, Su Xiaong felt much more at ease,
"But, don’t ntion this to anyone else, we can just celebrate at ho, but don’t let Yin’s parents know."
Bai Sixian quickly glanced at her,
"You do realize those two elders wouldn’t approve if they found out, right?"
"Mom, I understand what you’re thinking, and I know that it might feel a bit awkward now. If you’re feeling this way, Yin’s parents, already in their eighties..."
"Alright, just do as you please."
Bai Sixian sighed,
"Indeed, Huanghuang has been more silent than before, it’s apparent... he can’t let go of Shixiu."
Su Xiaong leaned against the wall, a small smile on her lips,
"Shixiu isn’t like many other n, who disappear after their children are born, using all sorts of excuses. They’re happy to see the children but truly raising them is a big task. I’ve never heard Shixiu complain about child-rearing... even when he was as busy as a bee."
"..."
"..."
"Oops, that wasn’t the right comparison, but you get the point."
Su Xiaong smiled at Bai Sixian and Su Chengji.
"For a man to reach the level Shixiu has, it’s truly rare..."
Bai Sixian and Yin Shixiu weren’t far apart in age, seen through Bai Sixian’s eyes as soone with experience, Yin Shixiu was a rare person with high emotional and intellectual intelligence.
If he wished, his tactfulness could make everyone feel comfortable.
Bai Sixian and Su Xiaong lost themselves for a mont, reminiscing about Yin Shixiu’s exceptional qualities.
anwhile, Su Chengji softly cleared his throat to make his presence known,
Bai Sixian and Su Xiaong both looked at Su Chengji in confusion,
"What’s up?"
"I am too, a rare good man."
"..."
"..."
"I really am, don’t you think?"
Bai Sixian looked him up and down, then walked out. Even Su Xiaong, who usually supported her dad, humd a little tune as she stepped aside.
It’s not that Su Chengji was wrong, it’s just...
With no comparison, there’d be no disparity; once there’s a comparison...
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