AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 63
by VolareMy name is En Somen.
I am a general who slays alien beasts on the battlefield.
My wife is gentle and beautiful; she is the one I love most, so I am very happy.
Until that day, I met a boy at the orphanage. All the other children were crowding around potential adopters, acting cute, hugging, hoping to be taken away.
But he was very quiet, so quiet that he stood alone in the darkness, his expression unclear.
I walked over with a smile, touched his head, and asked, “Why aren’t you going over there?”
The boy didn’t look up and didn’t say anything.
I thought I was too tall, so I squatted down to look at the boy at eye level. At that moment, I saw him stunned, with tiny, sparkling lights in his eyes.
I asked again: “Do you want to come home with me?”
He looked into my eyes and asked: “Why choose me?”
I told him: “Because your Connect Spirit is very special, I resonate with you.”
I was honest and didn’t deceive him. This was also the reason why I wanted to take the boy away.
Because he was useful.
“Okay.” He didn’t hesitate and went home with me.
On the way, I asked him, “What’s your name?”
He shook his head: “No name, only Wan.”
I couldn’t really be considered a literary general, so I went home and consulted various ancient books and found Ningwan.
Peace will come late, but it will come.
Then, let me give you peace—Song Ningwan.
After I came up with the name, I announced it to the whole family. Little Wan accepted this name, and my wife also liked this well-behaved, obedient child very much.
Our family of three was very happy.
Because Little Wan was too smart and too understanding, I even suspected that he could see into my heart.
For example, when I was handling official business, I always liked to hold the child in my arms and tease him from time to time.
Little Wan would look at me with his big eyes, not saying anything, letting me bully him.
Ahhh! He’s really too cute, with big eyes, like watery grapes.
My wife would always reprimand me, telling me not to tease the child.
She would also gently hold Little Wan in her arms and feed him strawberries, cookies, and small cakes.
The little child, with his cheeks bulging, looked like a little hamster, a cute baby!
Heavens, how could there be such a well-behaved child in the world.
Every time I was tired from work, a steaming cup of black coffee would always appear in my sight. I knew Little Wan made it.
Because this child could always accurately guess when I was upset.
Little Wan is an umbrella in the rain, our beloved baby.
Even if my wife and I sometimes had conflicts, this child would always pretend to be sick, making us anxious and taking care of him together. Later, after the two of us reconciled, we smiled helplessly.
My Little Wan, you don’t need to be so sensible. You are our most beloved child.
I think this is a gift given to us by God.
We love you—Little Wan.
Actually, later, I asked Little Wan, why he knew I had a purpose but still wanted to come home with me.
Little Wan looked at me and said very seriously: “Everyone has a purpose, and in your eyes, I saw kindness.”
I smiled: “What if I was pretending, just trying to deceive you, what would you do?”
Little Wan shook his head: “If you were a bad person, I wouldn’t have gone with you then.”
My Little Wan is really too good at talking, good child, sweet baby, so cute.
I hugged the child in my arms and always liked to stroke the back of his neck. I had once read in an ancient book that only by doing this could a cub feel a sense of belonging.
While stroking the back of his neck, I coaxed: “Call me Daddy, Little Wan.”
He kept a straight face, looking cold, but his earlobes were already red to the point of dripping blood.
So, I pressed my advantage and called him in different ways: “Little Wan? Baby? Sweetie? Why are you hiding your face? Call me Daddy, Little Baby.”
Little Wan buried his face in my shoulder and didn’t say anything.
Hahaha, can’t bully him anymore.
Little Wan has never been willing to call me Daddy. Actually, I’m a little concerned. Am I not good enough to make the child dislike me?
Sure enough, my wife is right. I can’t tease Little Wan like this when he grows up.
Little Wan, oh, Little Wan,
I hope my child will live a carefree life, excited and healthy.
Love you.
What I didn’t know was that after my death, Little Wan would bring Ying to my tombstone every year to pay respects.
Calling me father, and his wife mother.
My Little Wan, why are you so sensible, so well-behaved.
You can also be willful, acting spoiled like a child.
Mom and Dad will always love you, love you…