My father dodged to the left, and there was someone behind him. I was about to crash into the person behind my father, but the person lightly raised his left hand and placed it on my little head. I didn’t realize that the person had changed, and I kept pushing.
”Good sweetheart, it’s me.“ A voice like a silver bell sounded.
”It’s mommy,“ I quickly looked up, ‘mother, the big bad guy is bullying me, you must teach him a lesson.’
”Who is the big bad guy, tell mommy, mommy will take revenge for you,“ my mother said angrily, but her eyes were full of laughter.
”It Father. He always bullies me and locks me in here. Look, I’ve got bugs all over me,“ I said, rolling up my sleeves to show my mother.
”So it was the bugs that bullied my dear son. Those bugs are really hateful, daring to bully our little baby. We must teach them a lesson they won’t forget, right, sweetheart?“
”Mm-hmm ,“ I nodded fiercely. Huh, no, the target is Father, how did it become the bugs? Although the bugs are hateful, Father is even more hateful. ‘No, it’s Father, I want to teach Father a lesson.’ I hugged my mother’s thighs and kept shaking from side to side.
”Your father is the son of heaven, the most powerful person under the sun, and your mother can’t beat him,“ my mother said with a smile.
”No ? No, no, your father is most afraid of you. He dares not fight back if you hit him,“ I insisted.
Father, who was standing nearby, gave a dry laugh and an embarrassed smile. The Yuri siblings and the group of guards outside the door were barely able to hold back their laughter, their facial muscles twitching non-stop.
”My dear son, look at this,” Father said, taking a box out of his bosom and shaking it in front of me.
I glanced at it without paying him any mind, still shaking my mother.
Father opened the box, and a gentle song drifted out, accompanied by a little figure dancing in the box. “What do you think, my dear? This is called a music box, and it’s especially for you.”
Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I let go of my mother and took the music box from my father’s hands, starting to fiddle with it non-stop.