I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The fear left over from the previous life occupied the mind, and An Zimo was too late to think.

Click!

The wooden door could no longer withstand the violent impact, and finally broke from the outside.

"Zimo, we are leaving now!"

An Xiang held the axe in his hand and broke in.

She had exerted a lot of strength before, breathing slightly, and the tiger's mouth was numb with the axe.

The wood shed was filled with the dampness of the wood. An Xiang was choked with the unpleasant smell and coughed twice. Looking around, he found a haystack bulging.

An Xiang threw the axe on the ground casually, stepped forward and squatted down, blinking and staring inward, swiftly meeting the child's vigilant and dangerous eyes.

"Come out, we are going home."

An wanted to stretch out his hand, but before he got close, he was slapped away by An Zimo.

He looked bad, gritted his teeth, and spit out a word from his teeth fiercely and tremblingly: "Fuck."

An thought for a moment, and silently put her arm behind her back.

[Son must be afraid of people. ]

[It's so pitiful, it must be the fault of those outside. ]

[I must treat my son well. ]

Shy attitude.

An Zimo sneered from the bottom of his heart, his eyes increasingly disdainful.

Mother has had a good time, but they are all based on the benefits he can create. All her gentleness and kindness are for him to make more money.

pitful?

Good for him?

What a joke!

If you go back with her, once you let her know the abilities she has now, she will definitely spare no effort to squeeze him until he doesn't have a drop!

"Zimo obediently, will you come out with your mother?" An Xiang didn't know An Zimo's inner thoughts, only when he was afraid, his tone became softer and softer.

An Zimo shrank inside, wishing to embed his whole person in the cold wall behind him.

He was unmoved, his small hands around his knees clenched tightly, and his knuckles were slightly red from the force.

People watching the excitement outside began to laugh: "Fool, I don't want to look for it when Mom comes."

The laughter made An want to think of her childhood. She pursed her lips and shouted back: "Don't talk nonsense! Zimo is not stupid. He will be a genius in the future. You know what a fart!"

The system was gone, and the mysterious person was not encountered.

But An Xiang is not worried. She believes that An Zimo will not always look like this. Modern medical technology is so advanced that one day he will be able to restore him to a normal level.

"Zimo, let's go, we won't stay here." An Xiang was too lazy to argue with the stupid village women behind her. Her stern face was more serious than ever. When her slender fingers were about to touch An Zimo's arm, she suddenly He dodged quickly.

The figure passed by from the side, his hands and feet hurried, his movements panic, as if he could not wait to run away from her right away.

The child’s limbs were not very coordinated, and he lost his rhythm in anxiousness. Seeing that the debris piled up next to him was about to fall on him, An Xiang had no time to take care of him. With a hard push with his palm, An Zimo, who had lost his center of gravity, was instantly pushed to the ground. , The back of his head was knocked heavily on the wall.

There is no pain nerve in his body, so naturally he does not feel any pain.

But he felt grievances, countless grievances entangled his heart, and the **** and cruel pictures of the previous life accompanied his mother's face to float out of his eyes, and finally he was completely entangled with reality.

An Zimo lay motionless on the ground, mocking An Xiang's hand that had not had time to withdraw.

Look, it didn't take long to fully expose that selfish nature.

She is supposed to be such a selfish, cruel and cruel person.

All the tenderness, smiles, all are illusions.

An Zimo was exhausted, sighed weakly, closed his eyes and slowly fell into a drowsiness.

—It’s better to die.

—It's better to choose an auspicious day to die again, anyway...he won't hurt.

When the consciousness was withdrawn, An Zimo fell into an extremely gentle embrace. An Zimo wanted to open his eyes and see, but in the end it was in vain. Then he heard an unclear voice—

[Fuck, I killed my son! ]

An wants to hold his fainted son, and wants to cry to death anytime, anywhere.

She tremblingly put her finger under his nose, and after feeling the even breath that she couldn't help exhaling, the tight nerves finally relaxed.

Fortunately, fortunately, still angry.

The son is not dead.

An Xiang lifted An Zimo's body and touched the back of his head. He didn't feel sticky, but he stroked a small raised bag, which seemed to have accidentally hit him just now.

It should be fine.

An Xiang Ma Liu picked up his son. He was much thinner than his peers. He was lightly held in his arms and he didn't have much weight. Naturally, he didn't feel tired.

She passed through the relatives watching the excitement without saying anything. When she walked to the door, she stopped and looked back lightly: "Is there a doctor in the village?"

To be on the safe side, An Xiang decided to find a doctor to check it.

"Lao Litou from Xikou is a doctor, but he went down the mountain to buy the goods. He hasn't returned since he left in the morning."

It is said that the doctor is actually just an undocumented barefoot doctor. It is OK to look at minor illnesses. If there is any fever, the villagers are more willing to go to the town.

"Let’s go to town while it’s still dark, it’s still too late to rush over."

Ann wanted to thank him, went to the village to hit an ox cart, and guarded his son to the mountain town.

The town is a 30-minute drive from Shuilian Village. The bullock cart is swaying in the open air, and the bottom of the **** is not bumpy. The sun is about to go down completely, and the only bright red on the horizon will be swallowed by the rising black color.

An Zimo didn't mean to wake up, and stayed quietly in her arms.

Ann wanted to have time to paint his appearance with his eyes.

The human cub is so fragile and petite, with soft skin and flesh wrapped in slender bones. His dark and lush hair follows his thoughts. The tails of his hair are slightly curled and fluffy and cover his forehead.

An Xiang's eyelashes were lowered, and the hair between the forehead was gently lifted with fingertips. His son's eyebrows are also very beautiful. The double eyelids are obvious, the eyelashes are thick and long, and the ends of the eyes are raised slightly.

dad…

An Xiang was deeply discouraged by the thought of the man who arrived in the great harmony of life with her that night.

If I knew it, I wouldn't let the system hit that mosaic.

Even if the mission fails, the child doesn't know who belongs to it.

But my son really smells so good.

Woo, hungry, want to eat.

Grunt.

Stomach screamed twice.

"Girl, I'm at the clinic."

It was dark, and the bullock cart stopped at the entrance of the town clinic. An wanted to pay the money, thanked him, and walked inside with An Zimo in his arms.

The villages and towns are sparsely populated, and there are only a few patients in the reception room, and An Zimo's turn is not long before being examined.

Looking at the doctor in a white coat surrounded by the hospital bed, An Xiang couldn't help becoming nervous, his breathing slowed down, and his voice tense: "Doctor, my son accidentally hit his brain, is he okay?"

The doctor said: "It's okay, go back and apply some medicine, and wait until the swelling subsides."

An Xiang was still worried, and secretly glanced at An Zimo who was ignorant on the bed, "Then why is he still not awake?"

The doctor put away the stethoscope and said: "The baby's malnutrition plus a cold will definitely make it hard for such a young child. I gave him an injection and he will be cured tomorrow after sleeping."

An Xiang's eyes widened in surprise: "Huh? He has a cold?"

"Yes, I have a fever." The doctor thought about An, "Are you a foreigner?"

Ann wanted to nod, staring worriedly at the little face on the bed.

"Our clinic will be off work at nine o'clock. You can find a place to live first, or wait here for the baby to wake up." Give him more nutrition and vitamins. If the nutrition is in place, his immunity will follow up and he will not get sick so easily."

Ann wanted to withdraw his gaze: "I see, thank you doctor."

"Then look..."

"Since it's okay, I'll take him away first." An Xiang picked up An Zimo, who had just received the injection, his face was much better than before, his breathing was steady, and he had entered a sweet dream.

Looking at this little face, An Xiang's heart that had been hanging around finally relaxed.

I heard that there will be traffickers in the remote mountains and remote areas. Even if this is a clinic, An Xiang is not willing to let his son be alone.

"Doctor, do you know where to live here?" You have to take a bus from town to the city. That bus is only available in the morning and noon. Now I can only find a resting place temporarily, not to mention the current physical condition of An Zimo. Not suitable for long journeys.

"There is a hotel on the back street, but the environment may not be very good." Seeing her white and tender, the doctor was very worried that she would not be able to accept that environment.

Ann didn't care very much. It would be nice to have a place to live now.

She left the clinic and followed the route given by the doctor to find the hotel.

The hotel is a bit smaller, but it's still clean. The check-in procedure is done quickly. An wants to get the room card, hold An Zimo up to the second floor, and enter his guest room.

There is only a double bed in the room, and the space is very small. There is a TV on the front and a toilet that can accommodate one person next to it.

An Xiang has been bumping on the road all day, and after walking all the way with An Zimo in her arms, now she has a sore waist and backache, she is already too tired. But now I can't rest. Looking at An Zimo who is dirty on the bed, An wants to go to the bathroom and twist a clean towel, sit on the bedside and start cleaning up for his son.

The suit on his body can no longer be passed on, gray and black, and the corners of his pants are still worn torn.

Without hesitation, An Xiang took off the clothes and threw them into the trash can, carefully wiping his body.

The limbs that were not covered by the cloth were thinner than Ann had imagined. The arms, legs, and back were all wounds that had been scratched somehow. They had not healed yet, and the red marks looked shocking.

She avoided the wound carefully, and once again blamed herself for her carelessness.

Grunt.

An wanted to pause with her fingertips and touch her belly.

Gurulu.

The sound doesn't seem to come from you?

Ann wanted to blink and looked at his son's empty belly.

A knock on his head suddenly realized: my son is hungry! !