Little Xingchen sat quietly next to him, handsome and gentle, and we could see how delicate and elegant he would be when he grew up.

And now, he is still a child.

Some emotions can be detected.

After Bo Qingyun finished speaking, she saw that he was somewhat silent and stroked her hand: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Little Xingchen lowered his head slightly and looked sideways. His fingers were stirring unconsciously, as if he was hesitating about something.

After another two seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he looked up at Bo Qingyun: "Dad, I have learned a lot of English in the past two days."

Bo Qingyun looked at him quietly and gently.

In fact, Xiao Xingchen's spoken English is not bad, he is very talented, and Bo Qingyun does not lack funds for education.

But there is still a big difference between being able to speak and being able to write. Xiao Xingchen is obviously far behind in handwriting, so it is necessary to learn these.

Bo Qingyun didn't say much, just said: "What then?"

Little Xingchen lowered her eyelashes a little: "When I started learning, I could write many names, such as grandpa, grandma, dad, and mom."

As early as when he mentioned his grandparents, Bo Qingyun's eyebrows jumped in anticipation.

Sure enough, the next sentence he heard was his mother.

His eyes darkened slightly and he didn't speak for a while.

Little Xingchen's eyes were quiet and full of expectation. He mustered up the courage to mention this matter in front of him for the first time: "Dad, where is my mother? Where is she?"

Bo Qingyun's expression remained unchanged, but there was a strange emotion in her chest.

Could this be the so-called heart-to-heart connection between mother and son?

On a day like today, Xiao Xingchen asked her.

The corners of his lips curved slightly, but the atmosphere was still calm: "Do you miss her? Or did daddy not do a good enough job?"

After speaking, he pretended to be relaxed and said: "If you are not satisfied with anything, I will change it."

But this time, Xiao Xingchen thought about it for a long time and was not so 'sensible'.

He did not move past the topic, but persisted: "Why doesn't she want me? Is it because of my illness or that I'm not good enough?"

It was too cruel to say these words from the mouth of a child of a few years old, but he was exceptionally calm, which made people feel even more heartbroken by comparison.

Bo Qingyun realized that his idea was wrong, and finally there was an expression on her face, and she said solemnly: "It has nothing to do with you. She left you not because she didn't love you, but because she had no choice but to leave you."

"You all said so." Xiao Xingchen's eyes dimmed and he whispered.

Bo Qingyun captured: "Who else has said that?"

Little Xingchen stopped talking.

Everyone told him it wasn't his fault, but his mother never showed up.

If she really loved him, how could she bear to never look at him.

Little Xingchen's unhappy look made Bo Qingyun's emotions rise and fall.

Over the years, he did not regret what he had done to Xia Wanxing.

But today, seeing little Xingchen like this, he began to wonder if he had done something wrong.

He had endured the pain of losing his mother, so how could he bear to let the inexperienced little Xingchen suffer the same pain?

He can continue to hide it, but one day he will know the truth.

Bo Qingyun was silent and said to him: "After lunch, dad will take you to a place in the afternoon."

When he suddenly said this, Xiao Xingchen was stunned.
Chapter completed!