Chapter 1108

He thought that he would never see the nominal father again. He thought that the father did not remember his son at all.

Walking on the garden path, Zhongwen suddenly stopped, released Zhou Jiao's hand, rubbed his soft black hair, and said with a light smile, "jiao'er, your father came all the way here just to see you once, so you can talk."

Zhongclassical Chinese, turning to Zhou an, who had been following, nodded and walked away.

Zhou an goes to his son and squats down to straighten out his wrinkled collar.

Before his hand touched his collar, jiao'er quickly stepped back and drew away from him. He was obviously not used to his touch, even though he was his father.

Zhou an smiled bitterly: "jiao'er, it seems that you really don't remember the father."

Zhou Jiao frowned: "you are my father. Why did you send me here instead of letting me stay with you?" Every child has his own parents, and he, only his aunt and uncle.

Zhou an sighed: "there are some things that are not suitable to tell you now. When you grow up, you will naturally know that jiao'er, would you like to go back with me?"

Jiao'er asked, "go back? Where to go? "

"Go home, back to your old home." Since the dissolution of the moon left, five years ago, he has no more concubines, no interest in spoiling any woman, the palace, only two princesses, no prince.

Jiao'er is his only son and will be the only heir of Zhou Dynasty. He plans to make jiao'er the prince.

Jiao'er shook his head without thinking: "no, I don't want to go."

Zhou an asked, "why?"

Jiao'er said, "where wen'er is, it's home. Where wen'er is, I'll be."

Zhou an is stunned. Looking at jiao'er, who is not tall, he is only seven years old.

"Jiao'er, do you like wen'er?" He was surprised to see his son, so small children, they know how to like girls?

Jiao'er nodded, "yes, I like wen'er. Never leave wen'er."

In jiao'er's eyes, he didn't see the kind of lingering feelings between adults, but only the pure dependence between children.

He and wen'er were together when they were two years old. They had been together for five years, which was a childhood experience. It was reasonable for him not to leave wen'er.

"You really don't want to leave with your father?" He asked again.

Jiao'er nodded, "I will never leave wen'er, never." His tone is stubborn and his expression is firm. Zhou an seems to see his former self and his persistent love for a woman. He believes that there will be good results for each other.

He wryly smiled: "I didn't expect that the fate of the previous generation will continue in the next generation. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

Jiao'er doesn't understand: "father, what do you say?"

Zhou an shook his head: "nothing, nothing to say. Since you don't want to leave with me, stay and do whatever you want. Don't let yourself regret while there is still time and plenty of time."

Jiao'er seems to know something, but he knows something. His father won't force him to go back to Zhou. He's very happy. He doesn't need to leave wen'er.

Between the pavilions, kun'er frowned at the girl beside him and sighed, "wen'er, you are seven years old. What do you mean by the difference between men and women?"

Wen'er said: "men and women are different. They mean men and women are different. What else can they mean? You're pretending to be deep again. Just say something. "