MTL - I Have a “System” Halo-Chapter 51 I have a "harmony" halo

After clearing the table, Mo Fan read the book with the child and couldn't help playing with the phone. The time spent with children is very boring. Most of the time, Mofan puts the children alone to be himself, but he is either watching TV or playing mobile phones. Typical lazy unemployed people.

And where Mo Fan couldn't see, did the child look at his uncle with Rumu's eyes and make sure that the other party was still there before lowering his head to read the book with peace of mind.

One sat at the table reading a book and writing, looking up from time to time, one lying on the sofa playing with a mobile phone, sometimes making one or two laughs, but also unexpectedly harmonious.

In general, Mo Fan is still a competent elder.

The year is near, and people who go out to work are coming back one after another, and the streets look busy. Mo Fan, who had been at home for a few months, was moldy, and once again took the child to the city.

I bought two new clothes for myself and my child, and also bought some snacks for the new year. Mo Fan did not stay long.

When entering the house, Mo Fan's family looked a little cold compared to the laughter and laughter of others. However, the two parties did not care, as in the past more than a hundred days, the division of labor and cooperation, put the purchased things away, prepare the meals to eat at noon today.

When Mo Fan was cooking, the child was washing vegetables at one side, or watching Mo Fan intently, but did not listen to Mo Fan, and let him wait in the living room.

The original owner ’s father is an orphan, and there is no relative, and the mother is unknown. Since the original owner has memories, he has never seen his mother. When my father was there, he would cook more dishes for a few years, but many times, his father often did n’t go home at night, and he did n’t go home during the New Year. The original owner was especially eager to have a complete family.

So, when I just learned that my friend asked him to help take care of the child and would give him support.

There were children chasing around outside the door, so it was hilarious. Mo Fan turned the child on his hands and asked, "Will the baby play with other children?"

Mo Wei just shook his head.

"Why don't babies want to play with them?"

"With Uncle."

Mo Fan listened, smiled, and kissed the tender cheeks of the child, "How nice."

Don't mention it again.

Soon, it's thirty years old. In the old town, firecrackers are not smoke-free. After dinner, the dark night sky lights up brilliantly, and fireworks of various colors rise near and far.

Mo Fan was sitting on the balcony with her child. At night, the temperature was near freezing, and with a chill, Mo Fan took a blanket and wrapped them together, sitting in the chair she moved to admire this simple beauty.

"Does it look good?"

The furry blanket wrapped around the large, small, and two figures hugging each other, warm, dissipating the chill around.

"Uncle looks good."

Mo Fan was amused, and said from time to time, "My mouth is so sweet."

"Our baby is also very good-looking. When he grows up, he wants to be a handsome guy."

"Uncle looks good."

Mo Wei insisted.

"Well, that uncle is the best."

"Like Uncle."

"Uncle also likes babies the best."

system:……

Fanfan is addicted to raising children.

Over there, Mo Fan was still whisperingly saying, "Baby is so smart, you must study hard and make a lot of money in the future, and your uncle will depend on you."

An immature and firm voice: "Well, the baby will have an uncle."

In response to him was a loud kiss.

After watching the fireworks, even if I hold the blanket on such a cold day, I still feel cold after sitting for a long time. The child was weak, Mo Fan took the child into the room, washed a little, and lay on the warm bed together.

Mo Fan's constitution is weak, and it is not easy to warm in winter. His hands are often cold, but Mo Wei's body is always warm. After discovering this, Mo Fan fell asleep holding her child's soft and warm body every day, never waking up cold again.

In the thirteenth year of the throne, the sound of firecrackers in the evening, Mo Fan fell asleep very late, woke up late in the morning. When the curtains were opened, there were few traces on the road, and a thin mist floated in the air, covering this small residential area in the mist.

Exhaling breath, the white mist rose and condensed into fine white water droplets in the cold air.

As it approached noon, the surrounding sounds gradually became noisy, and there were boiling human voices not far away. During the festival, there are a lot of people in the streets and urban areas where there are some small activities. Mo Fan and his children would naturally not crowd with those people, and he did not like them.

Two people, one big and one small, lived a quiet and warm year.

After the seventh day, the returnees returned to the working city one after another, and the residential buildings in the old city area returned to the tranquility of the past. The aftertaste of the New Year remains, and from time to time, the woman with a loud voice can talk about the gifts that the husband and children brought back from the outside.

Mo Fan's eyes were a bit complicated, and the child's beautiful little face was displayed in front of her eyes, and soon she would get melancholy and sadness.

"uncle."

The child has always been sensitive to Mo Fan's eyes, and the complexity is probably too strong. The child is holding a book and pestering Mo Fan to read to himself.

Mo Fan doesn't like reading and her grades are not good, but the textbooks for grade one or two are still understandable. Mo Fan's warm voice read the contents of the textbook, and the child looked at the young father with admiration.

"Baby, come here and try the new clothes your uncle bought for you."

In the past two years, Mo Fan didn't do anything deliberately, just added some bad tastes, such as cute childish pajamas.

Mo Wei is six years old and has grown much taller, but he is still a bit small in front of Mo Fan. The resistance on his face was ignored, and Mo Fan brutally chopped Mo Wei's little clothes, put him on the cat pajama with a cat tail, and left a photo or two by the way.

There are many similar photos in Mo Fan's mobile phone, and I want to laugh inexplicably when I see the expressions on these photos when Mo Wei grows up.

The outline of the child's face became deep, and there was a trace of an adult, and the look of wearing a cat's pajamas with a flat face was very cute. Mo Fan touched the furry cat's ears and tugged the little tail on her pajamas, having fun. Mo Wei's face remained the same from beginning to end, but a little pampering in her eyes.

"Well, after a while."

"I must come."

A few days ago, Mo Fan ran into an old gangster in the urban area and worked as a janitor in a club. When he saw Mo Fan, the other party recognized it.

In the past three years, Mo Fan has re-dyed colorful hair into black, dressed neatly, and held a child. The difference is not that big.

If you want to say why the other person can recognize Mo Fan, you should also owe it to the other person who helped a little girl to chase people, and was very impressed with Mo Fan.

The two chatted casually, leaving a phone call. Coincidentally, the club was short of people these days, and it was specifically designated to look good. No, he thought of Mo Fan and called the other party.

Since Mo Fan bought the lottery ticket, she has no income anymore. The money in the card is almost used. And he doesn't need to do much. Just look at the door and be a little boy in the parking lot. The rest of the time is very free and there is no need to stand at the door regularly.

Elementary school starts in September. Mo Fan has already signed up for the children's tuition and can send them over as soon as time is up.

This elementary school is not far from Mo Fan's house, but it is not near. Mo Fan bought a small e-donkey and took the child to school in person.

Other children were at the gate of the school, and when they saw an unfamiliar teacher taking themselves to an unfamiliar place, they all cried and shouted. Only Mo Wei did not show a trace of expression, but she was a little bit perturbed.

"Come in, uncle is waiting for you outside."

The teacher on the side heard Mo Fan's self-proclaimed uncle and looked up and down. Mo Fan seemed too young among the parents. The teacher thought that the elder brother and the like were unexpectedly elders.

Uncle Mo Fan's self-proclaimed teacher can't help thinking about it. The teacher's eyes could not help but bring some other colors, looking at Mo Wei's eyes with some pity. Mo Fan waved goodbye to the child indifferently, and found a place nearby to sit and wait.

In addition to him, many parents are waiting outside.

It only takes one morning to complete the registration on the first day of school, and tomorrow will be the official school day.

Parents waiting outside talked bored, talking about the advantages of their children. Mo Fan received a smile, looked a bit cold, and did not take the initiative to talk to others. Compared with the parents who were together in twos and twos, it was a bit lonely.

Mo Fan pulled out his mobile phone and called the person back, saying that if he could ensure the time to pick up the children, he could go to work tomorrow. The other party couldn't be the master, so he asked me, Mo Fan responded, so that the other party could have the news to give him the answer.

When Mo Fan was young, he was good in a group of people. In addition, he looked handsome, and the other side recommended him like his supervisor. Working in the club, there are no two, but they can't get mixed up.

In the evening, the other party called back and said that their supervisor agreed to give him an hour to pick up the child, but he had to make up for work time, Mo Fan agreed.

Hanging up the phone, the child's dark eyes calmly looked at him, "Uncle, where are you going?"

Mo Fan picked up the child and kissed him. "Uncle is going to work to make money to support our little baby."

The child has grown taller and heavier, but holding a child, Mo Fan still has the strength.

"Make money to raise your uncle."

"Okay," Mo Fan laughed. "In the future, the baby will make money to support his uncle."

If you were willing to raise it then.

Mo Wei couldn't hear Mo Fan's voice. Even though he looked like an adult, he was still a child. He was happy to take care of his uncle.

So, after Mo Fan went out to send the child to school in the morning, he went to work without stopping. The club is open 24 hours a day. Mo Fan started out as a day shift and had fewer guests during the day. No one was there during the day. Mo Fan stayed there to play with her mobile phone. At three o'clock in the afternoon, she picked up the children to go home, cooked and went to the club immediately.

The child knew that his uncle was going to make money and couldn't accompany himself or cry, but secretly decided that he would make money in the future and let his uncle stay with him every day at home.