I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

At night, the lights of Jiangcheng are red and intoxicated, and the high-rise buildings are reflected in the radiant light.

Ann didn't expect it would be so late today, and it would be too late to make dinner now. She was afraid of hungry children, so she led An Zimo to randomly choose a restaurant to sit in.

The environment in the restaurant is quiet and elegantly decorated, and the prices on the menu are secretly staggering. If before, An wanted to stand up and leave without a word, but now...

She raised her eyes to An Zimo, endured the pain and ordered a few dishes, and then returned the menu to the waiter, holding up the teacup and slowly sipping the fragrant scented tea.

Maybe it's for dinner, and gradually more people eat.

Sitting next to a family of three, the child is almost as old as An Zimo, smiling sweetly nestled in his mother's arms and acting like a baby, the picture is beautiful and harmonious.

An Xiang couldn't help being envious. When she and An Zimo got along, she had nothing to say. She talked to herself most of the time. Her son didn't like to talk and hated her as a mother. Maybe she couldn't wait for her son to act like a baby in this life. .

"Mo Mo, would you like to go to kindergarten?" An wanted to wipe away the loss, and looked at An Zimo on the opposite side of the table with gentle eyes.

He held his face in his two little hands, and the light leaped on his dark pupils, making those eyes warm. But his expression was still cold, Mu Mu looked at the reflection in the window and did not speak.

"There will be many children in the kindergarten, so you will not be lonely. If you want, mom can..."

Before she finished speaking, the waiter who came to serve her interrupted her.

An Xiang sighed and could only stop the topic for the time being.

"Mo Mo eat first." An wanted to put the spoon next to him, and when he saw him starting to eat, he slowly picked up the chopsticks.

The two ate quietly, and a few footsteps came from not far away.

"Mr. An, please here."

install?

An wanted to squeeze her fingers, and couldn't help looking up.

A short distance away, those brows and eyes are familiarity carved into the soul.

His expression was gentle, as graceful and polite as he remembered.

An Yanze.

Her cousin.

The noisy voices around him disappeared instantly, An wanted to breathe stagnantly, Dingding followed the figure away, his expression suddenly trance.

This was the first time An Xiang came to this body in the past four years to see his people. He was clearly in the same world and the same city, but he had never had any contact. Today is the first time.

She never thought that she would see them again.

The figure didn't notice her existence for the time being, and slowly disappeared in the corridor following the waiter.

Ann wanted to withdraw her gaze, staring at the sumptuous dinner in front of her, but she had no appetite.

She put down her chopsticks, leaned on the back of her chair and looked out the window, her face reflected on the glass window was pale and godless, and her dusty memory instantly awakened.

An’s family is a pure-blooded family. There are a total of five cousins ​​in An Xiang, of which four take pleasure in teasing her, and An Yanze is the only one, the best brother to her.

He would not catch snakes to scare her; nor would he use words to insult her, nor would he throw mud on her.

Whenever the banquet An wanted to be locked up, An Yanze secretly brought food over.

There has never been warmth in An Xiang's life. The sunlight runs counter to her and is destined to only live by sucking the night.

She did not regret her death, and never regretted abandoning her blood status and becoming a small human being. Only occasionally or occasionally I wonder, does anyone remember her, and when they saw the tower, did they feel sorry for her?

An Xiang hasn't moved his chopsticks all the time, and an unprecedented lowness has caught An Zimo's attention.

"Hey." He couldn't help calling her.

An wanted to regain consciousness, and An Zimo's appearance became blurred. She lowered her head and wiped her face indiscriminately, and wiped tears from her hand.

An Zimo frowned: "Are you crying?"

"I didn't, I didn't cry anymore." An wanted to cover his eyes tightly, not wanting his son to see the embarrassed look, but couldn't bear to cry, "...I'm just a little sad."

sad?

What's so sad?

For An Zimo, who doesn't understand the sorrow and happiness, any crying and laughing are just inexplicable noise in his eyes.

An Zimo bit his spoon, silently turning up the silent mind reading technique.

[I'm a strong adult, so I can't cry. ]

[Son will joke when he sees it. ]

[Don’t worry my son. ]

[But oooooooo...]

It was really noisy.

Except for An Xiang's inner crying, the voices of other people within a radius of half a meter were heard together.

He was distraught and turned his mind reading to silent again.

"Well, I'm going to kindergarten."

Hey? ?

An wanted to cry suddenly, her teary eyes dim, and she looked at An Zimo incredulously.

He ate and drank enough, his calves shook, and his face was full of carelessness.

"It will be very annoying to hear you cry every day."

There was a deep resentment in his tone.

An Xiang hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe away her tears. His soft and waxy voice in the past has become dull because of crying. "Mom doesn't cry every day."

She just occasionally...cries like that.

but…

"Mo Mo, do you feel distressed when your mother is crying?"

An Zimo didn't expect her to say this suddenly, and the corner of her eyes twitched, and the light fell from the corner of her eyes.

At this moment, the expiration date was written in the pair of crystal-clear peach eyes, and the tears were dim and bright, and his eyelashes looked at him without blinking.

An Zimo, staring tightly at such a pair of eyes, suddenly felt suffocated.

Distressed?

What a joke.

He doesn't have a heart attack, so he feels distressed.

In the previous life, he and his mother were at odds. He had only the impression of irritability and violence, and he had never seen her weak. The butterfly effect is really a magical thing, it can turn her into such a strange, unclear character.

But no matter what she becomes, she is still An Zimo's most annoying person, and this will never change.

"I know that Mo Mo is just not talkative, and his heart is still very gentle." An Xiang's heart that had been saddened by his native family was healed at this moment.

Maybe her baby Mo Mo is not stupid, but so simple that he doesn't like to talk. In fact, her heart is more gentle and sensible than any kid.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go to kindergarten, mom can teach you." An Xiang doesn't want to let his son go to kindergarten so much. It is nice to have children to play with, but if being bullied causes psychological trauma, it will be troublesome.

She, she can teach even harder!

Can mom teach?

Seriously?

The corners of An Zimo's lips curled downwards, completely writing contempt on his face.

Of course he didn't want to go to kindergarten, but he didn't want to stay with this nasty face every day. During this period of not thinking about how to leave the family, An Zimo would rather eat in the kindergarten and wait to die.

"I'm going up, I want to go up."

"Okay." Seeing his insistence, An Xiang didn't stop him anymore, "Then mother will go back and take a good look at the advice and try to help you choose the best kindergarten."

Their home is a bit remote, and there is no school nearby. It can only be found around the city. It is best to open around the milk tea shop, so that it is convenient to pick up and drop off. There is really no suitable... Then you can only move.

An wants to decide to go back today and look it up on the Internet. It is related to his son's future, so he can't rush and must be cautious.

Eating and drinking enough, Ann wanted to carry the bag in his left hand and his son in the right hand, and went to the front desk to check out.

"A total of 588, here is your small ticket, please keep it."

Ann wanted to take the small ticket and was about to leave, her forearm was tightly clamped by a big hand.

"Think about it?"

The voice of the other party was full of surprise.

An Xiang's body stiffened, and she didn't expect to run into it here so coincidentally.

She tightened her lips, turned her head calmly, and met those surprised eyes without shy.

An Yanze has not changed much from a few years ago, as always, excellent and handsome, eye-catching. She took An Zimo's hand and shrank slightly, pretending to look at him strangely.

"Brother Ze, you have admitted the wrong person." At this moment, two tall young men approached from behind to break the stalemate. One of them cast his eyes down and glanced at An Xiang with contempt, and slowly retracted, "How could she be."

"...Yes, how could she be." An Yanze rolled his throat and murmured his lips. He was in a daze for a few seconds before letting go of his hand as if reluctantly. He took two steps back to reduce the distance, low-necked and whispered an apology to An Xiang. , "Sorry, you look a little like my sister, I can't help but recognize you as her, I thought..."

Brother Ze remembered her.

This thought flashed past, causing An Xiang's heart to throb.

Brother Ze remembered her, maybe only Brother Ze really thought of her.

Her eye sockets started to panic again, she couldn't help but lower her eyelids to cover her eyes, and silently picked An Zimo and walked out of the restaurant.

"Brother Ze, you are really too, how can you admit people wrong in such a simple way."

"But she really looks like that trash."

"Speaking of the waste is still lying on the hospital bed, why not just die..."

The conversation between the two reached An Xiang's ears word by word, and the voice became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

An Xiang's face was calm and pale, she stopped the car and sat in, silently staring at the scenery passing by outside the window.

The system says the death of this body is inevitable.

But now...

An Xiang suddenly didn't want to die. In fact, it's good to be a human being like this, without any involvement with the family, and don't want to see those faces appear in front of her again.

In the quiet car, small and even breathing echoed in his ears.

An Zimo did not know when he fell asleep, with his little head leaning against the car glass, his eyebrows twisted, his expression fierce and uneasy.

Momo.

Her ink.

An wanted to approach slowly, and carefully hugged An Zimo in his arms.

He smacked his lips, his face buried in An Xiang's arms, his sleeping face was clean and beautiful, so cute that An Xiang couldn't help but want to kiss him.

She lowered her head, her lips gently touching the boy's eyelashes.

"Mo Mo..." An wanted to stroke his cheek, whispered, "Mom only has you."

If there is a way to keep her soul in this body for a long time, then she is willing no matter what the price is;

If he dies and returns to An's house, when he sees An Zimo again, will he still know her?

Maybe not.

At that time, they were just strangers with no blood and no involvement.

maybe…

Maybe if you work hard, your son will call her an aunt.

A, auntie is also good.

When I thought that my own son might call her aunt, Ann's eyes were red, and I couldn't help crying again.