Chapter 863


    At nine o''clock, the fireworks began.


    Boom, boom, boom.


    Beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night. They were especially designed for children, with flickering


    shapes of little bears, kittens, puppies, and the waterfall-likerge golden light beam falling. How


    wonderful.


    Adults were appreciating the fireworks when Big, who had been very obedient and quiet enjoying meat,


    threw the meat away in fear. Being frightened, he stood up and stamped his feet.


    To him, the loud explosions of thest few fireworks were scary.


    Senior Mr. Hopkins was the closest to the child. He quickly walked to Big and muttered, "Don''t be


    afraid..." He wanted to hug him.


    However, Christina moved even faster. She came to the child, squatted down, and looked straight into


    Big''s ck grape-like eyes.


    "Cover your ears with your little hands."


    Christina said softly, and at the same time, she covered Big''s little ears with her slender hands.


    Big''s eyes were glistening with tears. Looking at Christina in front of him, he forgot to be afraid. "Use


    your little hands to cover my ears, or I will be afraid too." Christina urged him.


    Big was very good atnguage learning. He could speak fluently when he was one year old.Besides,


    he could understand a lot and was very obedient.


    Hearing his mother''s words, Big did as she said. Like ying game, he covered Christina''s ears with


    his little hands. Then, perhaps because he had never touched his mother''s ears, he thought it was fun.


    He smiled shyly, and buried his head in her arms, giggling.


    Unlike others'' thought, Christina was not a bad mother who didn''t know how to teach her kids.


    Instead, she taught Big well.


    Everyone present was surprised, especially Senior Mr. Hopkins.


    He had been worried about that his two precious grandchildren would be misled by their unreliable


    mother, so he deliberately separated Christina and the children.


    Actually, it didn''t work to tell a child "don''t be afraid" when he was in fear.


    It was Christina''s direct approach that taught the child to defend himself.


    Thinking pattern yed an important role in a child''s development. Only when one was used to being


    proactive and defensive when encountering problems as a child can he learn to protect himself as an


    adult.


    Small usually reacted slower than his brother.


    Hearing the deafening sound of fireworks exploding in his ears, Small realized that he was afraid. He


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    pursed his lips, ready to cry; he always cried.


    Small was held in Patrick''s arms.


    Looking over there, his brother and mommy were covering each other''s ears. He looked at his father in


    front of him with his big tearful eyes, and mimicked putting his soft hands to Patrick''s cold ears.


    Patrick could not tell what he felt. Warmth flowing through his heart, he felt that his younger son was


    born to be funny and kind. He cried so much, though, he was not a girl.


    Patrick scratched Small''s chubby waist to make thetter fluttered like a little carp, smiling and giggling.


    He knew his younger son was especially ticklish.


    In fact, Small was very blunt. He was not afraid of anything, and he cried only when he was unhappy,


    or he saw his brother crying and followed.


    Small loved to cry andugh, and he could act coquettishly. With a pair of sapphire blue eyes, Senior


    Mr. Hopkins subconsciously favored him a little more.


    As for Big, he was more mature, and seemed to know how to cherish the time with his mother even if


    he was only a little child. His great-grandfather and daddy didn''t let him and his brother pester Christina


    that much, so he had very few opportunities to be with his mother.


    But he was not as coquettish as Small, so every time Big had a chance to get close to Christina, he


    didn''t say anything but just look at her with his big eyes, which were twinckling with expectation,


    making one feel embarrassed to leave him behind.


    Every time Christina hugged him, she hugged him for a long time.


    "Mommy, eat."


    No matter what was in Big''s hands, he would raise his little head and put it to Christina''s mouth. His


    voice was tender and he seemed to want to take care of her in return.


    Christina was touched every time. She felt that her son was so considerate. She didn''t know who Big


    inherited this character from. It was much better than his father, as cold as an iceberg.


    At this small party in the Hopkins family, all the members of the Shepherd family came, but Mrs.


    Shepherd had a bad look on her face.


    "Look! They are all in pairs. They are married and have lovely children."


    "Charles!" Mrs. Shepherd was furious and vented her anger on her youngest son.


    Charles was the scapegoat.


    "Why did you break up with Miss Preston? Why are you so picky? You''re already in your thirties, and


    men in this age don''t have the right to pick. It''s your pleasure that she doesn''t dislike you, but you


    broke up with her. Remember, you promised me before that you would bring a wife home at the end of


    this year..."


    Charles stood there and listened to Mrs. Shepherd.


    ncing at the brothers in front of him from the corner of his eye, Charles was very unhappy. (This is


    clearly oppression, clearly tyranny. Why my family members treat me so unfair?)


    (The whole family always bullied me and made me take the me.)


    "It''s okay. I''m cynical bachelor, and you all are elegant elite. I deserve it." Charles whispered to his


    brothers.


    The second brother of Charles shouted, "Mom, Charles said he wanted to stay single and let you and


    my father work hard to have a baby."


    "What?" Mrs. Shepherd was furious.


    However, considering that they were in the Hopkins family, she gritted her teeth and red at Charles


    fiercely. "You wait and see. I won''t beat you here because this is not our house!"


    (It has been a long time since I whipped Charles with the feather duster at home. It seems that he


    misses it.)


    Charles froze.


    When he was very young, he knew that all of his brothers were good at bullying him. (At least I am the


    youngest in the family and have got two godsons from the Hopkins family. Godsons are also sons, and


    I have made contributions to my family.)


    Charles knew that he couldn''t resist his mother, or he would be beaten even harder, so he lowered his


    head, admitting defeat.


    Christina and May were eavesdropping on the family meeting held by the Shepherd family on the


    grass. At the same time, they sympathized with Charles, for they did not expect that charming Charles


    would have such aplicated family.


    Christina sighed, "Forget it. Don''t bully him anymore. His life is not easy as well."