How If (Dong Hua And Feng Jiu Story)

3. Sensitive Child

Bai gun gun, son of the greatest god, had sensitive feelings. he knew that his mother was unhappy. the queen of Qin que slept in gun gun's room last night without his father's disturbance. It's just that he didn't feel like her usual self. Gun gun felt something between them. And sure enough, this morning's scene was strange where he found his mother having breakfast alone in his parents' favorite pavilion and his father nowhere to be seen. Gun gun approached as his mother waved at him.

"Eat your breakfast, Gun gun. Mother cooked your favorite porridge," Feng Jiu said as she served a bowl of chicken porridge in front of the silver fox. Gun gun's eyes narrowed at her. Without waiting any longer out of curiosity, Gun gun asked, "Mother, I don't see father anywhere. Is he gone?"

Biting her chopsticks and lost in thought, Feng Jiu replied casually, "Maybe."

"Mom, did you two fight?"

Fengjiu laughed. Fight? Perhaps this was their first quarel after the reunion of the Thai Cen court family.

'Gugun, you said about fighting, how did you conclude that we had a fight?'

Gun gun's next body gesture was as usual when he was deep in thought. first, that kid would scratch his head with the tip of the index finger and then say, "Last night, father and mother did not sleep in the same room. This morning, I did not see father anywhere. And now, even mother has breakfast alone in this pavilion. What is this name if it was not caused by the fight?"

Okay, Feng Jiu had been miscalculated all this time. Her son is not only hers, but also her husband's. Of course Dong Hua's meticulous and good at understanding things also passed down to him. The difference is, Dong Hua will be indifferent after understanding something, while Gun Gun will not. And here he is, Bai gun gun with the combination of his parents' traits.

"I don't know if this is what you call a fight, Gun gun. To answer your question, we don't fight. There might just be a difference of opinion."

Gun gun approached her. It seemed that the chicken porridge had not caught Gun Gun's interest anymore. He hold Feng Jiu's hand and said, "Mother, are we going to separate from father again?"

Feng Jiu's lips rounded. Looking at Gun gun's pleading eyes, it looked like that the child is not willing if separation occurs. Feng Jiu's heart sank. Could it be that she had been selfish all this time? Why didn't she think of Gun Gun before. Feng Jiu straightened her heart and lifted the child onto her lap. "Gun gun, if for example, Mother had to stay in Qin que and Father had to stay here, who would Gun gun go with?

"So, it's true. Are you going to separate?" Gun gun started to whine.

"Not separated, Gun Gun. Just not living together."

What difference does that make? Gun looked at his mother's face demanding an answer. Feng Jiu patiently explained, "Sometimes, parents have to live apart. It's not because they are without reason, but because they have other things to sort out between them."

"What is the reason that make parents to be apart, Mother."

"Hm.. anything, maybe.. like, Mother should finish my education in Qin que to be more focused while your father can't leave the nine heavens because of the many things here. So maybe the circumstances caused the parents to separate."

"Mm, you mean it's like the time when Father has to self-isolate every year for three months?" Gun Guns concluded.

Feng Jiu smiled hearing Gun Gun likening it to their separation every time Dong Hua went into seclusion. "Maybe, just think like that."

"Now, answer my question! Who do you want to go with, Gun gun?"

"Father promised to teach Gun gun about swordsmanship. If I go with Mother, then..."

Looking at Gun gun who started to relax. Feng Jiu fed the child some porridge which she had rewarmed with magic, "Oh. will Gun gun come with father?"

"Father will probably be busy too, so..if He secludes himself, Gun gun will go to Qin que, then.. if it's time for father to train gun gun, Gun gun will be in Thai Cen."

Good idea.

"Is that acceptable, ma'am."

Feng Jiu nodded. "Yes, of course you can."

"So when did you split up?"

"Who will split up?" Dong Hua had just arrived. Gun gun jump from Feng Jiu's lap to greet him. "Father, you came!"

Dong Hua hugged the boy then took him and sat in front of the table with Feng Jiu. "Where have you been, Dong Hua."

The handsome god didn't answer his wife's question instead taking Feng Jiu's place in feeding their son. Feng Jiu knew that Dong Hua was still angry with her. It was possible that the husband overheard the conversation between her and Gun gun and Dong hua was even more furious to hear Fengjiu bring up the breakup in front of their child. In her heart, she regretted her actions. If only she could carry herself. She should not be dissolved by the words of evil people about her. Hah.. why must it be like this?

And the silent event lasted for three days. During that time, Gun gun acted as their spokesperson. Like tonight, when Feng Jiu had managed to cook the father and son's favorite and was a little proud to invite Dong Hua to the dinner table. She stood in the doorway of Dong Hua's study and called out to Gun gun, "Gun gun, come here!" The boy ran to her. Dong Hua was busy with his painting at the time.

"Gun gun, tell your father, dinner is ready." Fengjiu whispered. Gun gun ran to his father and said, "father, Mother said the food is ready."

Without stopping what he was doing, Dong Hua replied, "Tell your mother, Father hasn't finished painting yet."

The boy returned to his mother. "Father said he hasn't finished painting yet."

"Tell your father, if he don't eat it right away, the food will get cold quickly and it won't taste good."

Gun gun returned to Dong Hua, "Mom said that food will get cold quickly and it won't taste good if you don't eat it soon."

"Tell your mother I can reheat later."

"Dad said he would reheat later."

"Tell your father, later there will be no food left."

Gun gun was getting tired and ended up just standing in the middle of the room. As if interceding for his parents, he shouted, "I'm tired of being your communicator. You can talk to each other, why have you to go through me?" He crossed his arms and raised his head like his mother when she was angry with his father.

From the movements of his parents, Gun gun knew that the two adults felt guilty. Dong Hua started to raise his head from the painting he had made. Feng Jiu hesitantly stepped slowly into the room. With fingers intertwined in front of her chest, a sign of nervousness, Feng Jiu said, "Dong Hua, food is ready."

The blinking eyes of Feng Jiu and their son melted Dong Hua's heart who was actually still resentful of Feng Jiu. What's more, the gun gun that was currently beside Feng Jiu seemed to wish for this silent event to end. Dong Hua sighed, moving his feet towards the mother and son. "Okay, let's eat." He said as he lifted Gun gun like a sack of rice and stepped into the dining room.

Feng Jiu followed them and the way to the dining room was decorated with Gungun's laughter on his father's back. Dong Hua was still angry even though the atmosphere was melting because of Gun gun.

# Sorry for the wrong grammar. I did it without thinking. Please tell me the part with wrong grammar and I Will fix it.