The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex Chapter 1260 - That Was His Deepest Memory

Chapter 1260: That Was His Deepest Memory

Dad spoke out even before Yuanyuan refused.

He pointed to the stone steps not far away, with a faint smile hanging around her mouth.

“The first time I saw your mother, it was at that place, on that stone step. When I was running on the playground, your mother was sitting there with a pen in her hand. I didn’t know if she was writing or drawing. When I looked up at her, she also looked at me. She smiled at me as if she wanted to say something, but I didn’t pay attention to her, so I went out directly from the other exit of the playground.”

Yuanyuan chuckled, seemed to understand the past his dad talked about.

“Mom must like you very much at that time.” He said with a smile, noticing a rare happy smile on his father’s face. It seemed that his dad had returned to his youth.

“From then on, I could see your mother every time I ran in the evening or played basketball here.” Mo added, “She was still drawing something with a notebook like she did when I first saw her. I had intended to when I wanted to go over and say something to her, but I didn’t do that in the end. Your mother hadn’t come down that stone step, let alone say h.e.l.lo to me.”

Yuanyuan, “Mom was painting you, wasn’t she, dad…” Although Yuanyuan was still a young boy, he could guess the thoughts of his parents at that time since he had read many literary works. That was the embryonic stage of love. Mom must be secretly in love with Dad, so she always secretly sat there drawing dad.

Looking at those stone steps, Yuanyuan could even picture the scene at that time.

At that time, mom should be very young, just a 20-year-old girl. Because she loved a boy, but didn’t dare to express her love or to pursue, she then came to the playground on time every day, just to draw a picture of the boy she liked.

Mo Yixuan nodded, “Yes, your mother has been secretly portraying me. There are a lot of pictures of me, about two picture books.”

When Mo Yixuan spoke of this, the tears in his eyes faded a little and the corner of his mouth raised. That was a happy smile.

He paused for a moment, and then continued, “Yeah, then, your mother seemed to be braver. She began to send me gifts to my apartment. They were some small snacks like biscuits, cakes and something else at the beginning, all made by herself and wrapped in beautiful paper boxes. Later, she would send me some wearable things, such as scarves, s.h.i.+rts…”

Mo Yixuan talked about the deepest memory in his life, which was also the period of time that could never be forgotten.

Yuanyuan was laughing beyond words.

He wanted to tell his father that he was only 12 years old. Perhaps his dad should not tell him about the love relations.h.i.+ps between men and women, which would spoil him.

“Dad… Anyway, mom will not regret what she has done. Don’t feel sad any more.” Yuanyuan suddenly understood why mom would rather marry Uncle Ye than his father. Maybe it was because the more one paid, the more hurt you would suffer. But dad couldn’t let go because he had received too much and also lost too much.

Mo Yixuan didn’t continue, but those memories were flas.h.i.+ng more and more clearly in his mind. He didn’t care about those experiences before now, but they became the most precious period of time in his life.