Chapter 7

Bo Zai wrinkled his little chubby face, held his masterpiece and looked at it carefully, then looked at his father's handsome face, and was a little puzzled: "It doesn't look like it."

He brought the drawing closer to Gu Yanzhi and said, "Dad, look carefully."

Gu Yanzhi stepped back slightly and complied with Xiao Pang Dun's request. After looking at it for a long time, he really couldn't equate the person in the drawing with the person he thought Xiao Pang Dun might know. He could only say: "Dad can't guess."

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He carried Xiao Pangdun and walked to the restaurant: "Bo Zai, can you tell daddy who is painted in this painting?"

Bo Zai lowered his chubby face, a little disappointed, but still announced the correct answer: "Bo Zai painted his mother."

Gu Yanzhi paused, the corners of his mouth lowered, he pulled out the chair and sat down, letting Little Fatty sit on his lap. There was no emotion in his voice: "Bo Zai, do you miss your mother?"

"Well." Bo Zai looked down at his painting, thinking of his father's reaction just now, he suddenly raised his little head, "Dad, have you forgotten what your mother looks like?"

Gu Yanzhi whispered: "Dad has not forgotten." How could he forget?

"But dad didn't even recognize mom in the painting just now..."

"Dad just didn't expect Bo Zai to be able to draw his mother." Gu Yanzhi rubbed his son's soft hair.

He didn't want to dampen Little Pangdun's enthusiasm for painting, so he changed the subject: "Dad, help you put these paintings away. When you find mom, can you show these paintings to him?"

Bo Zai nodded, and the little fat man rummaged through the drawings and pulled out the one he was most satisfied with: "Don't accept this one yet."

If Teacher Xie were his mother, then he would give this painting to his mother tomorrow: "This Bo Zai may be taken to the kindergarten tomorrow."

Gu Yanzhi just thought it was an assignment assigned by the kindergarten. He had to draw it today and hand it in tomorrow. He responded and said he understood it, and got up to find the folder containing the drawings.

Bo Zai turned around in the chair and rested his chin on the back of the chair.

He could hardly hide it anymore.

He wanted to tell his father that he met Teacher Xie who looked very much like his mother in the kindergarten today.

But he couldn't say.

Because he can't let dad, can't let dad...

Bo Zai frowned, thought seriously for a while, and came up with that statement.

He couldn't let his father's joy be in vain.

When he is sure that Teacher Xie is his mother, he will tell his father about it.

Bo Zai made up his mind, looked at Gu Yanzhi who was coming with the document bag, and asked for permission: "Dad, can Bo Zai let Bo Zai look at mom's photo for a while today?"

It was difficult for Gu Yanzhi to refuse Xiaopangdun's request: "Watch it before going to bed."

He picked up the drawing on the table, put it into the document bag, and picked up the signature pen from the side.

Bo Zai raised his little chubby hand actively: "Dad, Bo Zai come and write!"

He took the pen from Gu Yanzhi's hand, held it firmly in his little chubby hand, and wrote on the document bag one stroke at a time:

Mom huà xiàng.

Start a new line and add your name.

After writing, he scratched his little chubby face with his pen: "Dad, what's the date today?"

Gu Yanzhi replied: "September 21."

Bo Zai carefully signed the date in the lower right corner.

This is not the first time he has written this.

In my father's study, at the top of the bookcase, there is a whole row of the same document bags.

Like a soldier being reviewed, he stood there upright.

Waiting for mother to come back.

Mom will take it apart.

Gu Yanzhi will try his best to come back and have dinner with Bo Zai.

Someone will go to those banquets, banquets, and company affairs on his behalf, and he can also take it home to deal with it.

After dinner, the housekeeping aunt accompanied Bo Zai to read picture books in the toy room, while Gu Yanzhi read the project in the study room.

Perhaps because Bo Zai mentioned that person before dinner, Gu Yanzhi always had trouble concentrating when working.

Half an hour later, Gu Yanzhi, who had not even finished reading a single project proposal, closed the light screen, stood up, walked to the low cabinet, and opened the cabinet door.

The safe in the low cabinet recognized his irises and opened automatically. Gu Yanzhi took out an old-style optical computer from it.

Starlight n3.

It became popular throughout the federation seven years ago and was known as the "King of Cost-Effectiveness".

It was discontinued a year later and was replaced by the n5 of the same series. After that, it was n7, n9, t11... Nowadays, even in second-hand optical computer stores, it is difficult to see such an outdated optical computer again.

Gu Yanzhi pressed the power button.

A minute later, the optical brain vibrated.

Even if he reduced the number of times he turned on the computer and charged it, and sent it to Xingyao regularly to clean the dust, Gu Yanzhi could not prevent the aging of the internal circuitry of the optical brain.

The booting speed of the stuck optical computer was quite slow. After a vibration, there was a long wait for a white screen before the booting screen popped up.

Power on, screen lock.

Gu Yanzhi entered the password, and the optical brain clicked to unlock. The messages received over the past week jumped out of the notification bar like crazy.

Gu Yanzhi lowered his eyes and deleted one spam message after another. When he deleted the missed call reminder, his fingertips paused, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Twenty-eight missed calls.

All from the same unknown number.

Gu Yanzhi quickly clicked on one of them, preparing to call back, when the system's built-in interception reminder popped up on the screen:

Harassment and fraud, 77821 people have been blocked. Do you want to call back?

Gu Yanzhi's expression calmed down, he clicked "Cancel" and blocked the number. There was a pattering of footsteps at the door, Gu Yanzhi pressed the power off, put the optical computer into the safe, and closed the cabinet door with his backhand.

The study door was knocked twice, and Gu Yanzhi said: "Come in."

Bo Zai pushed open the study door and poked his chubby face out from behind the door: "Dad, are you busy?"

"Not here." Gu Yanzhi waved to Bo Zai and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

Bo Zai held the children's picture book and rushed into his arms like a small cannonball. He pointed at the content in the picture book and asked him: "Dad, Dad, the book says that there is an invisible magical bond between parents and their children. Regardless of the relationship.

No matter how far away we are, the bond will never break. Is this true?"

Children's picture books often talk about content related to family relationships.

Gu Yanzhi looked at the pictures in the picture book and replied: "It's true."

He drew a line between himself and Xiaopangdun according to the illustration: "The bond between Bo Zai and daddy is here."

"Is there such a bond between Bo Zai and his mother?"

Gu Yanzhi paused and whispered: "Of course."

Bo Zai's little ears twitched.

He found that his father seemed a little depressed.

Little Fatty touched Gu Yanzhi's face and asked with concern: "Dad, are you unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy." Gu Yanzhi picked up his milky son, adjusted his mood, and stopped continuing the topic, "Dad will take you to take a bath, and then go to bed and look at mom's photos."

Because he could see his mother's photo before going to bed, the little fat boy was particularly well-behaved in the shower today.

When you raise your arms, you raise your fat arms, and when you raise your legs, you raise your short legs.

After taking a shower, he sat on the bed wearing pajamas with a little milk dragon printed on them. When Gu Yanzhi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he had already turned on the light screen himself.

Seeing Gu Yanzhi, Xiao Pangdun urged repeatedly: "Dad, hurry! Hurry!"

Gu Yanzhi sat on the bed, connected the optical computer, took the control panel from Xiaopangdun's hand and clicked a few times, and the first photo was displayed on the optical screen.

It's a distant silhouette.

The time is night, and the background is under street lights.

Gu Yanzhi still remembered that day, Xie Yishu was waiting for him downstairs in his dormitory and said that he had something important to tell him.

Little Fatty has to press the button to "pop".

The first photo disappears and is replaced by the second one.

The blurry side face in the sun is in Nanxi’s self-study classroom.

Gu Yanzhi still remembers that day...

"Snapped--"

The back of the head lying on the table while sleeping.
To be continued...