A Noble Marriage

Penchant www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update noble marriage [Anna] latest chapter!    When Seryozha opened his eyes he thought it was a good day.

The sunlight shone through the gauze curtain on his eyelashes, tickling. It had been a few weeks since his birthday, and he shouldn't have felt in such a good mood, but today was a special day.

That sweet, sticky feeling he'd been looking forward to for almost a year. So he got up quickly, and didn't even wait to wash up before running barefoot to his parents' bedroom.

He knocked on the door and unscrewed the lock, he ran over and saw that his mother was already up, and his father looked like he had gone to bed late yesterday and didn't even know he had come in.

Seryozha got down from the bed, his feet on the soft Egyptian carpet, and raised his index finger to a corner of the room and put it to his lips, as if to remind the sun to jump gently and not to wake his father.

He tiptoed like a cat, and slowly retreated out.

Just after closing the bedroom door, Seryozha sensed movement not far behind him.

His smile was faster than his voice, and as soon as he turned around, his mouth looked like two bright little suns, and even his big blue eyes were curved up.

"Mom."

Seryozha wanted to make a muzzle, but he was so happy that he couldn't help but make a sound.

He jumped like a baby deer, with newborn hooves, and ran as quietly as possible but still uncontrollably in the direction of his mother.

"You remember, don't you? You remember, don't you?" He couldn't help but repeat, his whole body had jumped into Anna's arms, his messy curly hair made him look like he just came out of some nest in the forest.

Anna straightened the little boy's white robe, who hadn't realized from just now that his little underwear was still out!

"Remember what?" Anna asked deliberately, making fun of Seryozha's appearance just now by the way.

The boy's cheeks flushed, but quickly put it behind him, he had more important things to do at the moment.

"It's that! How could you forget?" He pouted, clearly not believing.

"I'm too busy, what is it?" Anna was still teasing her son, looking at him a little anxiously and snickering in her heart.

Seryozha tried his best to recall, and then clapped his hands: "It is dumplings ah!" He said, feeling happy that he remembered the name.

The boy's hands waved, mimicking the dumplings he had seen last year.

"There are a few pointy corners that are wrapped inside, soft and sweet."

"It's green!"

He tried to recall the features of the dumplings as best he could so that his mother could recall them. When doing this, the little boy who seemed a bit impatient before now became calm and unhurried, not feeling the least bit annoyed or impatient. As if being a mother and forgetting the dumplings is not a reason for him to be angry, but to help his mother remember is the most important thing.

"I haven't forgotten, I remember." Anna finally decided not to tease her little boy, she kissed his white and tender cheeks.

Seryozha was finally relieved to hear that his mother remembered what the dumplings looked like. He did not blame his mother for teasing him in this way, but simply gave a smile.

"We're still going to do it today, right?" He asked his mother, with big deer-like eyes, a little pleading, and more of a wet look that said, "How funny it is, are you going to say no to me?

"Yes, baby, of course we'll make dumplings, you've been looking forward to it all year, haven't you?"

Seryozha smiled a little embarrassed, he thought a little boy his age might be a little immature to expect anything, but he still couldn't resist the deliciousness of dumplings.

"Next year I'll try to act like a six-year-old boy and not get so excited." He said in a serious voice to his mother, but all he got in return was more kisses.

"I suggest you go put on your shoes and freshen up, you can do that on your own, right?" Anna asked her little boy, who twitched his white toes and smiled a little coyly.

"Ah, yes, mom, I can." Having said that, he kissed his mother's cheek again, and then headed for his room somewhat contentedly, like a happy deer with lots of fresh leaves and berries.

By the time Anna saw his little boy again, he was familiarly dressed.

"You picked out this dress for yourself?" Anna asked deliberately as his little boy looked at her with dog eyes.

"What's wrong with it?"

Seryozha looked a little apprehensive, even looking down so he wouldn't be so embarrassed to find out he hadn't tucked his shirt in.

Anna started out with a scowl like her husband's, but after the boy blinked with some apprehension and confusion, she finally stifled a smile.

"You won't be going out today, but you're dressed so nicely, I'm going to hardly recognize you!" She said with a smile.

Seryozha also smiled shyly, revealing a pair of cute dimples.

"I love it, I love blue, Mom."

"You like it almost every year, but I think they might be a little short, you'll need bigger ones next year."

"That's not good, I like them." Seryozha touched his clothes; he was a child who loved things, and although he loved new clothes as much as any ordinary child, the characteristic cotton rigidity and comfort of old clothes was also something he found impossible to part with.

"It means you've grown taller." A mother's relief to her child.

Seryozha could only sigh softly at this, and then nodded, saying he would accept this fact.

Anna took Seryozha to the kitchen, the cook had prepared the food early, and Annushka was already waiting there.

Anna tied a small apron for Seryozha, and wear a hat, but the boy's brownish-blond curls still some will be naughty show, he himself does not care, topped with a large hat eyes shining with excitement.

"How much are we going to do? Mom." Seryozha inquired, washing his clean fingers already unable to resist touching the prepared beans.

"Two each, I think." Anna said.

Seryozha asked again, "Can I make other shapes?"

"Like last year's Bambi?" Anna teased.

Seryozha blushed a little: "Oh, practice tells us that's a little hard, and this year I want to try something else."

"What is it?"

"The secret." Seryozha said with a wink.

By the time they put the dumplings in the cage drawer to steam, Anna still didn't see what Seryozha had made.

"Is it going to be a long wait?" Seryozha asked, his eyes falling on the cage drawer.

"Like last year." Anna pulled the boy along to wash his hands.

"Do I have to watch better?" Seryozha asked again, turning back somewhat fondly, looking very worried about whether his work would have any surprises.

"In the meantime I think you can go and memorize a text, your father will be happy." Anna suggested.

Seryozha thought for a moment, then nodded his head. He was not yet proficient in one passage of the text, and his mother was right to suggest that his father would like the dumplings he made, but he also liked the fact that he could recite the text.

Twenty minutes later, after Seryozha had memorized the text, he went back to his bedroom just as his father was getting up.

Seryozha gave his father a smile.

"I memorized the paragraph from yesterday." He said with some pleasure, as if showing off, his head held high, like a puppy dog eagerly needing to be praised.

Karenin had just meticulously put on his uniform, which was ironed too straight in some places, and with his always somewhat aloof appearance, he looked really unapproachable. But the son seems to be completely unaware of this, like the sun in May morning, fearlessly approaching everything in this world.

Karenin could not do what Anna's older brother, Count Oblonsky, did, hugging his children directly when he was happy and raising them high, and he almost never made those explicitly intimate remarks.

As a father, the most he could do in the face of his son's doggy eyes was to temporarily disrupt his morning schedule, as he was doing now, and divide a little time for the little boy to recite a passage from the text.

Karenin sat down in his chair, picked up the book, opened it, and although he had long recited it by heart, whether out of respect or to follow his cautious character, he continued to hold it in both hands, then nodded slightly, signaling that his son could begin to recite it.

Seryozha cleared his throat, he stood upright, his calves in white socks beautifully taut, his hands behind his back, looking both cute and pie-eyed.

In this morning light, bathed in the light of the father and son are not very close to each other, but from that occasional eye contact, almost no one would suspect that they are father and son. Knock those two pairs of large eyes, the father in the out of the childish youth, the end of the eyes will always have some faint lines, but the color of his pupils always does not change. The son is like the father decades ago, only he looks more tender and soft, like a newborn bird, the round pupils are full of curiosity about the world.

The relationship between father and son, in addition to the same blood and appearance, a long time together, even temperament and a little bit of small action is also so similar.

Karenin nodded slightly, the son grinned, as if to resist rushing up to hug his father a glance, but Seryozha still held back. He is after all five years old, but no matter how restrained the behavior, the pride and joy of the eyes always can not be hidden.

"I made dumplings with my mother, while you were sleeping." Seryozha couldn't help but say, and then without waiting for a reply, he went over and took his father's big hand.

"I made it very special, you must try it, dad." Seryozha looks divine and cute as he walks and looks at his father with a sideways glance.

When Karenin sat down at the table and his wife brought up the finished dumplings, his son uncovered the lid.

"It's a little hot." Karenin stopped Seryozha, who then eyed him, while the wife sat down and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

Both of these looks were like great hopes, making Karenin feel a great responsibility.

He opened the dumplings under their expectant gaze, and then guessed.

"Tie?"

Karenin pondered for a moment and then frowned, not quite understanding why Seryozha would make such a shape.

When Karenin looked up, he saw his own son frozen.

"Is it not right?"

Seryozha wrinkled his nose, "Oh, maybe we can call them tie fish?"

It was Karenin's turn to stay for a moment, and he frowned again, gazing at the shape of the dumplings in the dinner plate, and finally reluctantly confirmed that Seryozha's original intention was probably to make three fish. This moral is not difficult to understand.

"Maybe I don't have much talent for drawing." Seryozha sighed softly, but didn't look very sad either.

"At least they taste great, maybe you could be an amazing chef." Anna said after picking the tail of the fish and taking a bite.

Seryozha thought about it and laughed again.

"That's not bad either."

He is always so optimistic, and this wonderful smile makes the father put down his heart.