[R18] Follow each other like a shadow (1v1) h – “Like a Shadow (1v1)h” Ending (1) [English]
by“My father’s name is Luo Handong, and my mother’s name is Shengxia.” The childish children’s voice resounded in the classroom. The little boy standing on the podium, with a bunch of knots on his head, wearing a gray sweatshirt and casual sweatpants underneath, was completely cool. He looked at the other children under the podium and said loudly, “My name is Luo Xincheng. I am three years old this year. I will be my classmates from now on. I hope I can get along with you all. Thank you.”
The teacher and other parents who sent their children were amused by this cold-hearted little boy.
Unlike other children, Luo Xincheng doesn’t like to play with slides or toys. He plays with a mechanical watch in his hand, and his small schoolbag is full of small screwdrivers and various tools.
While the other children were laughing and playing hide-and-seek, he was sitting alone on a small chair, quietly disassembling his mechanical watch.
He took it all apart and reinstalled it. After school, he just screwed in the last small screw.
When Shengxia and Luo Handong came to pick him up, Luo Xincheng looked at his watch coolly and said, “Mom, you are fifty seconds late.”
Shengxia’s eyes widened, “Impossible, I came here in advance!”
Luo Handong rubbed Luo Xincheng’s head, put the child on his head, and carried him away.
Luo Xincheng now looked like a child and smiled, “Dad! Taller!”
Luo Handong directly held he and ran forward, while Luo Xincheng chuckled.
Shengxia chased after her with a smile on her face, “Slow down! You two!”
The parents who were picking up their children at the door and the teachers who were sending their students out had already noticed this extremely good-looking couple, and when they looked at the cold little boy, they couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.
“This family of three is so good-looking!”
Some little boys pointed at the little knots on Luo Xincheng’s head and said, “Mom, I will also have my hair braided when I go back, just like he did. Look, he’s dad has it too, and I want him to braid it too.”
“Your dad’s hair is almost falling out and can’t be tied up at all. Besides, your dad…” The mother looked at Luo Handong in the direction of her son’s finger and couldn’t help but shook her head, “Your dad is so ugly that he can’t compare with others.”
When Sheng Xia returned home, Father Sheng had already opened the door and welcomed him out. He pinched Luo Xincheng and held him in his arms, “Oh my little baby, do you miss grandpa?”
Luo Xincheng said coolly, “Grandpa, I’m already three years old, don’t call me baby.”
“Hahaha…” Father Sheng was amused by he and burst into laughter.
Shengxia went into the kitchen to help Sheng’s mother cut vegetables. Sheng’s father was playing with Luo Xincheng on the sofa. After a while, Luo Xincheng got off the sofa and went to the study to find Luo Handong.
Shengxia was worried that her son would disturb Brother Dong’s work, so she went to the study to take her son out.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Luo Handong sitting on a chair and typing on the keyboard. Luo Xincheng was nestled in his arms, watching the screen quietly.
One older and one younger, they were both wearing loose gray parent-child sweatshirts, with a bunch of small knots on their heads, and even their expressions were exactly the same.
Shengxia couldn’t help but laugh.
Luo Handong heard the voice, turned his head and looked over, raised his eyebrows at her, “Come here.”
Shengxia shook her head.
Luo Handong had already stretched out his hand, and he sat the person in his arms. Shengxia held Luo Xincheng in his arms, and he held Shengxia, his hands still typing on the keyboard.
Father Sheng and Mother Sheng brought the meal to the living room. When they were looking for someone to eat, they found the study.
Luo Handong held his wife and son in his arms, while typing on the computer, he lowered his head and kissed the top of Sheng Xia’s hair.
The corners of his lips curled up.
His eyebrows were full of tenderness.
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