Very soon, Xiao Pipi finished drinking all of his grandmother’s milk.
Lu yeming carried Xiao Pipi back. His son now had weight. He had been raised into a small milk ball and smelled of milk. He could not put it down. He wanted to hold his son for a while longer.
This was Lu Yeming’s son, his eldest son.
He had once thought he had lost it, but now he had it back. How painful it was, how happy he was now.
He, Lu Yeming, had a son!
Little Pipi went into his Daddy’s arms. His little mouth twitched, and with a cry, he began to cry again.
Lu Yeming thought he wouldn’t cry anymore, but who knew that he would come crying again after he had eaten his fill.
“Son, Don’t cry. Did You Miss Mommy? Daddy will bring Mommy Back.”
Wa Wa wa
Little Pipi was crying so hard that his heart was tearing.
