I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

When Ann wanted to go home, she was covered with rain, and she fell wet and fell to the floor along her body. She quietly looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror, her hair tangled in strands, her crying eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks were pale, and her lips were blue with cold.

Mo Mo will definitely ask more when he sees it.

In a trance, there was a vibration from the phone, which was Pei Yizhou's call.

She hesitated for a few seconds, pressed it off, and sent a text message--

[Mo Mo is sleeping, it is not easy to pick up. ]

You don't need to think about knowing that her voice is not so good now, Pei Yizhou is so sensitive, she will definitely ask questions, she can't explain clearly, it is better to hide it.

After this text message passed, Pei Yizhou quickly replied: [I just finished the meeting and want to tell you that there is no need to prepare my dinner. There are some problems with the foreign project. I am on my way to the airport. ]

Ann wants to type: [Ok, be careful on the way. ]

Pei Yizhou: [I may have to walk for about a week and wait for my return. ]

Ann wanted to say again: [Good. ]

She put down the phone and stood in front of the door for a while. When she calmed down, she took out the key and opened the door cautiously. She moved gently for fear of disturbing her son.

There is no one in the living room, and there is a noise from the bathroom. It is estimated that the son is going to the bathroom.

Ann wanted to take this opportunity to sneak in, and took out a few pieces of paper and frantically wiped the water stains on his face.

"Where have you been?"

Behind him came An Zimo's soft and glutinous childish voice. As expected, he had just woke up without opening his eyes.

An Xiang's shoulders stiffened and did not look back. She pretended to be calm and explained: "I went to deliver juice to the guests, but the rain blocked the road, so I came back later."

"Oh." An Zimo raised his head and looked at her eyes and noticed something abnormal, "What's the matter with your voice?"

Her voice was dumb, as if she had cried.

Ann wanted to know his son's sharpness, but didn't know how sharp he would be, and his spine became more stiff, so calmly said: "It's probably because I caught a cold in the rain, it's okay."

After speaking, I really felt a little uncomfortable in my throat, covering my mouth and coughing several times.

An Zimo frowned, "Then you go to the bathroom to clean it."

"Yeah." An wanted to wipe the rain off the corners of his brows pretendingly, but to prevent him from seeing the crying eyes.

There was still a set of clothes left in the shop. An wanted to take the clothes into the bathroom, twist the flowers and sprinkle them, and again whispered with her falling eyelashes.

How she likes Brother Ze.

That was the only tenderness in her cold life, and now tenderness broke into sharp edges, digging out her heart, she couldn't talk, she swallowed her hatred with tears in her stomach.

The warm water was splashing and flowing, and An Zimo, who was standing at the door, vaguely felt something was wrong. Since the two were more than half a meter apart, he didn't understand what was going on inside. The only certainty is that Ann wants to be unhappy.

why you are not feeling happy?

An Zimo couldn't understand and couldn't figure it out. He simply sat in the bathroom door quietly waiting for people to come out, waiting like a puppy.

An wanted to cry for a long time before calming down, and the original sadness was also eased. She applied a hot towel to her eyes, but she still looked heavy, but her son's character shouldn't break the casserole.

An Xiang couldn't help but rejoice, and lack of emotion is not completely bad.

She dried her hair, changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as she opened the door, a small body twisted on her leg.

"Mo Mo?" An wanted to lower his head, very surprised.

An Zi Mo Ma Liu climbed up from the ground, turned up the volume and began to read his mind.

[Momo has been waiting for me here? ]

[Does he know something? ]

The last sentence made An Zimo clenched his eyebrows, raised his head and asked: "Someone bullied you?"

Ann thought for a moment and shook his head: "No one bullies me."

[Mo Mo is really a little genius...]

[He must have heard me crying. ]

"Then why are you crying."

"Well, someone bullied me." Ann wanted to know that I couldn't hide it. "The one who ordered the takeaway was someone I hated."

Several faces suddenly appeared in front of An Zimo's eyes.

It suddenly dawned on him, and then his eyes were bad, "Then have they bullied you."

An Zimo is not a four-year-old kid outside who doesn't understand anything. Those men are not good things when they look at them, so they are not allowed to get upset and do some heinous behaviors.

Thinking of this, An Zimo's fist hardened.

His expression is very funny, and An wants to relieve his bad mood.

"No, I saw that they were the ones who left. I won't give them a chance to bully me."

"In that case, why are you crying."

"..."

It seems that if he doesn't give the result today, he won't let it go.

Ann wanted to ponder, "I accidentally heard them talking bad about me."

Her inner thoughts were consistent with what she said, and An Zimo had no doubts.

He couldn't understand An Xiang's tears.

For An Zimo, any bad words are jealous of his excellent performance. He was often scolded by his mother in his previous life, and he was often exposed on the Internet, but An Zimo used his left ear to enter and right ears out, even if he saw it, it would not affect him.

Only the inactive, low-capacity, weak and dull people will criticize others secretly. Why waste time and shed tears.

In the past, An Zimo should ridicule An Xiang or ignore it.

But--

An Zimo looked at her crying red eyes and pale face, pursed her lips, trot to the sofa and picked up the tablet.

Ann wondered what the child was going to do, waiting quietly for him.

He turned on Baidu to search——[Effective words to comfort girls. ]

The search engine gives the answer in one second.

An Zimo took a quick look, then closed the tablet and returned to An Xiang.

In front of her, An Zimo's tone was steady like a robot with no emotions: "The core of the market economy is the mechanism of competition, and the strength depends on whether you have superb skills. Only by constantly updating knowledge and improving yourself can you become a person in life. The strong.①"

Ann thought: "..."

Seeing that she had no response, An Zimo squatted and continued to recite: "Life is so short, don't waste it on gossip."

Ann thought: "...??"

"I'm not angry when others are angry, and no one can replace my anger when I get sick."

An Zimo memorized almost a whole page to her, but An Xiang never made a statement. He wasn't discouraged, he was going to search some more, anyway, there were so many things.

An Xiang finally realized what he was doing, blinked, and his voice escaped from his dry throat: "Mo Mo...Are you coaxing mom?"

She remembered that her son once said that he would not coax people.

So, he deliberately found these things to coax her?

An Zimo turned away from the beginning awkwardly, with a cold face, "You can think so."

As the living room fell into silence, An Xiang's vision gradually blurred, her nose sour, and she couldn't help but cry again.

An Zimo's eyelids jumped sharply.

As for? Is his coaxing technique so bad? And the content is extracted from well-known emotional experts. hateful! Emotional experts are really unreliable! Come back to complain all!

"Hey……"

Before An Zimo finished speaking, he was embraced by An Xiang.

[I only have Momo. ]

[Nothing to be sad, I still have Momo. ]

[He is the person I care about most in my life, only Mo Mo...]

An Zimo, who originally wanted to push An Xiang away, slowly retracted his hand when he heard these heartfelt voices, carefully placed it on her back and patted it.

In this way...it should be considered coaxing.

An Xiang hugged him for a long time, but An Zimo changed his usual routine, and let her hold him with great patience and delicacy.

Ann wanted to let go of her son and rubbed her eyes: "I'm sorry, my mother is crying at you again."

"It doesn't matter. People secrete tears when they are sad. You don't need to apologize to me for physiological factors." An Zimo was serious about popular science and was not affected at all.

Although An Zimo understood this, he never cried.

Not once.

His eyes are mature and stable that other children don't have, and he looks very mature and reliable. Suddenly, An Xiang saw the haze dissipate, leaving only a clear sky.

She squeezed her son's soft little face, "Your father can't come abroad anymore. At night, my mother invites you to eat out like this."

Hearing this sentence, An Zimo secretly scolded Pei Yizhou for being unsatisfied, and that such an important knot had fallen off the chain. Then I thought, it’s okay to drop the chain, and it’s wonderful to drop the chain.

"Yeah!" He nodded his head, Le Diandian went to pack his little schoolbag.

Looking at her son's back, An Xiang's lips slowly drawn a smile. She stood up from the ground, perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, her eyes turned black and dizziness was accompanied by symptoms for a while. Relieved, An Xiang walked over slowly.

The torrential rain outside the window has ceased, the fire clouds are burning more than ever before, and the entire sky is covered with scarlet blood.

An Xiang took his son's hand and went out. As soon as he went downstairs, a familiar shadow came into view.

She frowned, and turned to the opposite direction with an unmoving look.

"Think...think about it."

He called her name, as soft as ever.

An Xiang didn't stop, stopped the car and got in, didn't look back, didn't look at him, just like treating an irrelevant stranger.

An Yanze stood under the dusk, the blood in his eyes was deeper than the horizon.

He pinched his fingers tightly, his nails embedded in the flesh and felt no pain.

An Yanze stood there for a long, long time, keeping his eyes on the direction she was going away, and only slowly answered the call until the call came.

"Hello." His voice was hoarse, as if he had been cut by a knife.

"You beat Ruo Ming?"

"Ok."

"Ayuan said it was because of Pei Yizhou's human wife? An Yanze, are you right? Come back quickly for me!"

Tai Lanyi scolded her head and covered her face, An Yanze shook the phone tightly and listened blankly.

He hung up the phone, got in the car and drove directly to Anjia.

Anjia is the oldest pure-blooded home. Because it hates humans too much, the house was built in a remote place far away from the crowd, and it has not moved to the present day. He parked the car at the door and turned away, not hurriedly or slowly.

Sitting in the main hall were An Heyuan and Tai Lanyi, and An Ruoming, whose heads were wrapped in rice dumplings, surrounded by An Baozhu and An Cheng. Seeing An Yanze coming in, the three of them shrank their necks together.

"Uncle, aunt." An Yanze greeted the elders, his cold eyes swept over his younger brother, and when his gaze narrowed, he was gentle and indifferent.

An Ruoming clutched his head, feeling that the wound started to hurt again.

"You had a mess in the sky today, and the person in charge called." Tai Lanyi's words meant that they knew that this matter had nothing to do with An Ruoming.

"Yanze, you weren't like this before. How big a contradiction can make you hit your brother so hard." Tai Lanyi's eyes were dissatisfied.

Anjia cherishes every pure blood, otherwise he would not keep his brother's children around to take care of him.

Among them, An Yanze is the most proud child of them. He is smart, excellent, and possesses the most special pure blood abilities.

The Anjia couple had the heart to train him to become the next director, but An Yanze beat his own brother.

An Yanze did not express, his posture was as slender as a pine and bamboo.

"Your ability is to be inherited to the next generation. I don't allow you to get close to humans. Just like you are today, how can your dad and I be assured of handing over the company to you."

An Yanze's eyes flickered, "I was wrong."

He had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and the two were no longer willing to blame, "He Ruoming apologize."

An Yanze looked at An Ruoming: "It's not good for the big brother today. I bought a manor in the UK and now I give it to you as an apologize. It just so happens..." He curled his lips and smiled strangely. "The place is clean and suitable for recuperation and rest."

An Ruoming was short of breath, and what he had said during the day lingered in his ears again.

An Heyuan didn't notice that it was wrong, and nodded contentedly: "Ruoming, in this case, just accept it, and don't confront your eldest brother next time."

"Yes...Yes." An Ruoming held his head, his voice trembling.

An Yanze bid farewell to the elders, and the moment he turned around, the smile on his lips narrowed, and only coldness and killing intent remained between his eyebrows and eyes.

He wants to control the settlement; he wants to eliminate all unfavorable factors.

Before that, he had to distance himself from An Xiang and could no longer let others know of her existence. If An wants to be safe with Pei Yizhou, then let that person be her protection/umbrella.

Think about...

An Yanze called her name from the bottom of his heart, and stopped to look at the house that was swallowed by the setting sun behind him.

He once said to protect her anyway.

That is an agreement, he will not go back.

***

An wanted to catch the rain, and the next day she started to have a high fever, accompanied by chest pain and coughing, and her condition was worse than last time.

The kindergarten is going to make up the collective Children's Day activity today, and every child is required to be present.

She was sore and unable to get up, and An Zimo didn't need to be taken care of by her mother like other children. He changed his clothes, carried a small schoolbag, and still had money in his pocket. That was what An wanted to buy him snacks, after all. Suddenly, nothing was prepared at home.

The kindergarten bus will arrive in a few minutes, and An Zimo is standing by the bed looking at her.

"Well, Momo, aren't you leaving?" An Xiang raised his eyelids and smiled comfortingly at him, "It's okay, Dad arranged a babysitter for us, and he will be there later."

An Zimo's eyes flickered, standing by her bed still refused to leave.

Ann wanted to push him, "Go, remember to listen to the teacher."

An Zimo pursed his lips and turned to leave.

The bedroom was silent, she coughed and coughed, her chest trembling. An wants to caress his chest, where the temperature is extremely hot.

When drowsy, someone approached.

Ann thought he was a nanny, closed his eyes and did not speak. After a while, he felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to meet his son's big beautiful eyes.

An Xiang was completely dumbfounded: "Did the bus not come?"

"Come and go."

"……what?"

"I accidentally missed the bus, and that driver was not willing to wait for me." An Zimo took off his hat and schoolbag, "No way, it seems that I can only accompany you reluctantly."

Having said that, there was no reluctance on his face.

An Xiang pursed his lips and smiled.

Knowing that her son has a good face, she didn't open it up, she stretched out her hand and rubbed his little furry head, "When Momo grows up and has long legs, I won't miss it."

"Well, I will grow taller than Pei Yizhou." An Zimo climbed onto the bed. He was 175 years old when he was fourteen, and he could grow to 190 when he was 18 years old.

An Xiang still couldn't think of why his son had to compete with Pei Yizhou, looked at him tenderly and didn't say anything.

"I'll cook porridge for you."

"Huh?" An wanted to shook his head, "No, Auntie will do it for us."

"But I want to do it for you."

An Xiang laughed blankly, "Children can't get angry, it's dangerous."

"I want to do it." He repeated it again, his expression more serious than ever.

An Xiang's smile narrowed, her heart astringent, sour, and warm. She grabbed the strands of hair and didn't refuse, "Wait for Auntie to come, let her teach you next to you, OK?"

An Zimo nodded, and then took out a book from the shelf and climbed to the side of An Xiang, "Then I will tell you a story, how about "Walden Lake"." After a pause, "Forget it." It might be listened by his mother's IQ. do not know.

An Zimo struggled and struggled, and took great courage to pull out a children's educational book, the kind with colored drawings.

""Polite Little Bear", I will tell you this."

He opened the book and bowed his head to tell the story seriously.

An Xiang looked at him quietly.

I don't know when, the gloom of my son's eyes has melted away.

He still does not have the innocence and liveliness of other children, nor the ignorance of their innocence; but he is cleaner and clearer than any other child.

This is her child.

She conceived a child for ten months.

"Mo Mo, if your mother is gone one day, you have to grow up well."

An Zimo raised his eyes, not quite understanding what An Xiang said.

Water waves filled her eyes, and her tone slowly: "You must grow up to be a gentle man, to be responsible and kind, but you can't be completely kind, too kind... Others will bully you."

An Zimo frowned, humming, and said with difficulty, "Well, I can try it."

An Xiang smiled again, lowered his eyelids and fell asleep quietly.

The nanny had arrived home, An Zimo put down his book and asked his aunt to teach him to cook.

The aunt originally disagreed. After all, it was too dangerous for a child to get into fire. He repeatedly said that it was for his mother, and the aunt nodded reluctantly.

An Zimo stepped on a stool in front of the stove, cooking porridge according to the steps provided by the nanny.

He is smart and learns everything fast, even cooking is no exception. Except for his height, which affects the speed of cooking, he has almost nothing to choose from.

A pot of nutritious porridge came out quickly, and the nanny couldn't wait to taste it.

The heat of the porridge was just right, the rice grains were soft and waxy, and the entrance was sweet. She secretly smacked her tongue and couldn't help but give An Zimo a thumbs up: "Very good, very good, young master has a future in the future."

The praised An Zimo raised his lips and said without humility: "Don't tell the established facts."

The nanny scooped out a bowl, put it on the plate and handed it to him: "Then you can deliver it to mom yourself." After all, he made it by himself, so it is more suitable to send it in person.

An Zimo nodded, held the plate carefully, and turned around and said, "Then you help me call Pei...my dad to see if I can get through."

He was unwilling to let Pei Yizhou come back, and He An wanted to be a bit sick, and he had to be taken care of by an adult.

The babysitter nodded and turned to call.

Only then did An Zimo slowly move towards the bedroom.

"Hey, I'll make you... porridge..."

His voice gradually lowered, and his eyes widened as he watched the bedroom.

Snapped--

An Zimo's wrist was unstable, the dinner plate fell off from his hands, the bowl buckle fell to the ground, and the hot porridge just out of the pot was dripping over his feet, and any splashed areas instantly turned red.

He doesn't hurt.

The wound was far less shocking than the picture in front of him.

An Xiang lay down on the edge of the bed, and the blood stained the sheets into large swaths of red.

She closed her eyes, did not feel, did not open her eyes, and did not respond.

Is she dead?

When this idea came out, An Zimo felt a hole in the world.

He couldn't bear it, all the education he had once was useless at this moment, and his always calm mind was blank in an instant.

An Zimo has never been like this... anxious, flustered and at a loss.