Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 87 - Brother, Are You... Jealous?

Rongrong smiled, "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry."

Ying Lan's eyes were red, "I'm very sad."

Rongrong's fingertips on his knees folded, he restrained the smile on his lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"The one who should say sorry is me and your dad."

Rongrong raised her head suddenly and looked at her mother.

Ying Lan held back her tears, "I'm sorry, my father and I thought they were good choices for you and Jian Yi, so it made my Rongrong so sad. What I feel even more sad about is that my son has always felt uncomfortable. Well, he was just pretending it didn't matter, but I didn't notice it at all."

Rongrong shook his head, he walked over and hugged his mother Ying Lan. He rested his head on her mother's shoulder, "No, no. You and Dad are the best parents in the world."

Although his parents were very busy when he was a child, he didn't have much time to accompany him. But every time he has time, his parents will accompany him at home. Dad would hold him, hold him high, and hold him horizontally, and let him rush out like a plane.

In spring, when the magnolias bloom, Dad will hold him and go to pick the magnolias on the trees in the yard. If he can't pick it, Dad will lift him up and let him ride on his neck, and his hand will easily reach the pure white magnolia that could never be reached before. The first time he had a concept of floral fragrance was the magnolia he picked himself when he was a child. Intense and fragrant.

Once, he was clamoring to go out on a rainy day, and his mother said that the weather was cold, and it was easy to get sick when going out on a rainy day, so he would not be allowed to go out. Dad whispered to him and asked him to find his little raincoat and rain boots, and sneaked him out to play while his mother was not paying attention. I didn't go very far, just in the park near the community. Take him to puddles, to parks, to find frogs and snails hiding under leaves. He smelled the moistness of the leaves, the coolness of the rain, and the faint scent of lotus flowers.

When he and Dad come back from playing dirty, Mom will be angry with Dad and scold Dad, but never talk about him. He will lead him upstairs, smear him with a good-smelling fragrance, and wash his dirty face and body. After taking a bath, his body was also fragrant, the same smell as that of his mother who did not wear perfume.

He is blind and is not particularly sensitive to what his eyes see. However, his nose will remember for him the fragrance of lotus flowers he smelled in the rain when he went to the yard with his father to pick flowers, went to the park to play in puddles, and And the smell on his mother he smelled when he came back from playing.

After parents discovered that his sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people and he likes to smell all kinds of aromas, as long as they are free, the whole family will play the smell game with him. At that time, my brother would blindfold him, and my mother would go to the yard in advance to pick flowers and put them in a vase. According to the fragrance, let him try to guess and see if he can guess the name of the flower correctly. Every time he said the right thing, Dad would score him on the side. If he answered one tenth correctly, and the points accumulated to one hundred, all the flowers in the vase belonged to him.

Sometimes it's not a flower, sometimes it's a leaf. The worst answer is leaves, the best answer is fruit. The prize is still the correct answer, all the flowers, leaves, and fruits will go to him.

He rarely gets the wrong answer, and wins the full prize every time. It was only after he grew up that he realized that he was too young at that time, and it was impossible for him to answer correctly every time. It should be his parents and brother who gave him water. They used their methods to cultivate his self-confidence in the sense of smell, and also made him full of curiosity and interest in this fragrance-filled world.