Li Da hadn't mellowed out from the joy of talking to his son, because after he put his phone away, he turned his head and started to happily talk about his son with Han Zhifan. "My son is an early talker and he's a little bigger than the other kids. Every day at midnight, he cries and wakes up wanting milk..."
"...When his mum was pregnant, she vomited quite a lot. People say pregnant women get heavier, but Bo He didn't get fatter in the slightest. Instead, she lost several pounds."
"...It happened to be raining heavily in Beijing the day that my son was born. We had two more weeks before her due date and my car just happened to be out for repairs. I was worried sick that day..."
"...luckily, the neighbor heard the commotion and ran over to help. My son has always been naughty but he's pretty good at times too."
As Li Da spoke, he flicked through the photo album on his phone.
It was filled with photos of his son.
There were photos of him from when he was one month old till now, from when he could only lay down till when he could sit up; there were pictures of him crying, laughing, sleeping, drinking milk, drinking water, taking his injections...
Han Zhifan never really liked children nor had he been around them much. He wasn't sure if it was because he had too much to drink that he was confused, but he concentrated fully on Li Da's son as he flicked through all the photos.
One of the photos was a recent one of Li Da's son.
The kid's eyes were dark and bright as though they were the cleanest, purest thing on earth.
Han Zhifan absent-mindedly reached out, took Li Da's phone, and started to stare at those pair of eyes.
As he stared and stared, a pair of clean and crystal clear eyes appeared in front of him for some reason.
That pair of eyes looked really familiar. After a while, he remembered those were Cheng Weiwan's eyes...
They hadn't seen each other since last year, after he spotted her when he brought that woman, who Lin Sheng introduced him to, back home with him.
All in all, it had been almost a year and seven months now.
Actually, in the past year and seven months, he rarely thought about her.
"Mr. He?" Having drunk half a glass, Li Da noticed Han Zhifan concentrating particularly hard on his phone and said, "You look like you really like children. You're not young anymore, so you can consider meeting someone suitable, getting married and having kids now. Let me tell you - before you have children, you might think it's a little troublesome or feel a little lost. After you have the kid, you'll be a lot happier in life..."
As Li Da rambled on, Han Zhifan came to his senses. He didn't reply to Li Da but handed his phone back. With a flat tone of voice, he said, "I'm just going to the restroom" then he got up and left the room.
As he came out of the restroom, Han Zhifan's chest felt incredibly stifled for some reason.
He wasn't in a hurry to head back to the room, so he leaned against the wall opposite from the restroom and lit up a cigarette.
Through the cloud of smoke, he caught the faint silhouette of Cheng Weiwan...
If he hadn't made her get an abortion and she gave birth, their child would be three to four months older than Li Da's son. The child would probably even be walking by now and would be speaking a lot clearer than Li Da's son by now...
While Han Zhifan was daydreaming, he felt something gently touching his leg.
He instinctively lowered his head and looked down at a little boy who barely reached his knees. The boy raised his head and all of a sudden, his big eyes stared right at Han Zhifan.