I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

An Xiang's past has made An Zimo more close to her, and the sympathy for the same illness makes An Zimo, who has the same experience, more empathized with the suffering An Xiang has suffered in his life.

Whenever I close my eyes, those photos will appear in my dreams.

When awakened, An Zimo will be in a trance for a long time, and the memories of the past will interact with reality, and in the end only one thought will remain in his heart——

My mother is not as smart or strong as him. He wants to stand up and protect her like a man.

This belief gradually made him forget the cruel memories of the past and became his new goal to live for in this life.

Later, An Zimo asked Pei Yizhou to look up the whereabouts of An Xiang's original body, and the result was still cremation.

She was indeed dead, and her flesh/body burned to ashes.

The father and son no longer count on them, and stay with Anxiang every day.

An Xiang soon started treatment according to the new plan. She has a good mentality and willingness to cooperate, and the effect is remarkable. Another month passed in the blink of an eye, the kindergarten entered the summer vacation, An Zimo did not go anywhere, and was unwilling to participate in activities with Pei Nuo and others. Except for Pei Yizhou who went to sleep at night, he spent almost the entire day in the hospital.

After July, Jiangcheng entered the sweltering heat. An Xiang had just finished his chemotherapy, and was still very weak. He lay idly on the bed and looked at the bright sun outside the window.

She closed her eyes, then turned to look at her son.

Holding the tablet in his hand, the son noticed his sight, proudly showing off to An, "I made another three million for you, do you think I'm great?"

If he had a long tail, he must be up to the sky now.

An Xiangren laughed and said, "Well, great."

"I have taken a fancy to a project for the development of new energy. I am going to invest a sum of money to test the water. If we make money, we can also participate in the investment. Let you start a company and be the boss. Then there will be something about him."

When talking about Pei Yizhou, An Zimo gritted his teeth again.

"Come here, Mo Mo." An wanted to wave at him.

An Zimo put down the tablet and walked over and climbed onto the bed obediently, rubbing affectionately into An Xiang's arms.

She stayed in the hospital for several months, with the smell of disinfectant and medicine on her body, she was much thinner, and her arms were not as soft as before.

Ann stroked her son's soft hair for a moment, her arms tightened and hugged him firmly.

If he was still as hard-hearted as before, she would not have too much thoughts; but the more sensible and docile he was, the more uneasy his heart would be.

Ann wanted to look at the smooth and clean glass behind her son, her face clearly reflected on it.

His face was dry and yellow, his lips lost his blood, and his eyes were dull and dull. The worst thing is her hair, which is no longer the previous black and bright. The long-term chemotherapy caused the hair to fall off quickly, and every time it was combed, it was a large amount.

An Xiang's eyes are soggy, she doesn't know how long she can last, but when her life ends, she must not leave her son with the ugliest appearance.

She wants the child to remember the most beautiful side of the mother.

An Zimo heard all his heartfelt voices, and did not speak in silence.

"Mo Mo asks the assistant uncle to take you back to rest. Mom wants to sleep."

An Zimo nodded and left the ward slowly.

Not long after the son left, Pei Yizhou pushed in.

"You sent him away?"

Ann wanted to nod.

Pei Yizhou sat next to the bed, "In a bad mood?" He was very sensitive, and he had an insight into the mood of peace.

She frowned and pursed her lips. After a long psychological battle, she mustered her courage: "Pei Yizhou, can you help me shave my hair?"

The man's spine stiffened slightly involuntarily.

An wanted to grasp the tip of the hair and pull it gently, and a few strands of black hair fell into her palm: "If it falls, it will become uglier and uglier. Why don't I just shave it off and replace with a few wigs." Her tone was relaxed, her eyelids drooping. Suppress the loneliness in the eyes.

"By the way, let the assistant bring my makeup too."

Even if you are sick, you can't forget your life.

Ann thinks about it. If she can't know the date of death, she will prepare every day as the date of death. When that day really comes, she can walk beautifully.

Pei Yizhou stared at her for a long time, his eyes were dark and deep, which made people unable to understand the emotions.

After a few seconds, he nodded: "Okay."

An Xiang curled up her eyes, smiled radiantly, and instantly made her sick look angry.

Pei Yizhou quickly borrowed faders from the nurse's station.

She sits on a chair, with her legs close together, her hands flat on her knees, and her sitting posture is obedient and cute like a schoolboy.

"Then I shaved?" Pei Yizhou asked again uncertainly.

An wanted to nod his head; "Shave it."

Shaving her head doesn't require skill, An Xiang listened to the sound from the top of her head, her eyes lowered and she couldn't keep a look at the hair that fell to the ground.

An Xiang doesn't like to dye her hair very much, and she seldom cuts it. She delicately cares for her hair to become more shiny every day.

She pursed her lips sadly, tears still rolling down her eyes.

An wanted to be afraid of being seen, and quickly wiped it off with his sleeve before the tears slipped down, but the choking still did not escape Pei Yizhou's ears.

Pei Yizhou stopped with his fingertips, and suddenly raised his hand to shave to the top of his head, without any hesitation in his actions.

Ann wanted to see that it didn't continue, and it was a bit strange, so she looked up and was almost shocked.

Pei Yizhou shaved her hair three times, and the tip of the beauty without the hair was more obvious.

An Xiang opened her mouth slightly: "You..."

"You shave me first, I can't reach the back." As he said, he threw the fader into her hand and squatted in front of An Xiang.

"You... how do you go to work if you don't have hair." Her voice was still crying, her eyes were red like a bunny, and her hand holding something was slow to move.

The man's tone was nonchalant: "Being a chairman doesn't rely on hair."

An wanted to break his tears into a smile, and carefully shave his back clean.

Pei Yizhou wiped off the broken hair on his head indiscriminately, picked up the small mirror and looked back and forth, satisfied with his jaw: "Yes."

It's not bad.

He has good bones, even if he doesn't have hair, he is still handsome, even more imposing, and he is so fierce that he dare not look directly at him.

An Xiang calmly stared at the man's deep eyebrows, his heart beating like thunder.

"If you look at me like this, I can't help but kiss you."

Ann wanted to lower her head in fright, then raised her head uncontrollably and continued to stare.

The man's eyes flashed with a smile, his big hand pinched An Xiang's chin, and he leaned in to kiss him.

Different from the past, this kiss is depressing and affectionate, as if wanting to love her, but afraid of hurting her.

An Xiang's eyelashes flicked, and the tingling sensation on her lips made her feel weak. She put her hands on the man's shoulders carefully, sticking out the tip of her tongue, and licking the man's lips shyly and boldly.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes and slowly let go of her.

Pei Yizhou panted slightly, the corners of his eyes smeared with water.

An Xiang's reaction was bigger than him, with red eyes and red lips, as delicate as a blooming flower.

Pei Yizhou wiped the water stains at the corners of the girl's mouth with her fingertips, and continued to shave her hair after receiving the clippers.

The one just now made her accept the departure of her hair calmly. Soon, two marinated eggs, one large and one small, appeared in the mirror, looking very happy.

An Xiang was silly with the two newly baked bald heads for a long time, and was about to speak. The door opened from the outside, and the children who walked in were expressionless, too cool, and a small bald head was bright enough to reflect light.

The three looked at each other, silent, embarrassment and doubt silently drifting in the air.

The assistant who followed looked at the family of three with complicated expressions in his eyes.

He didn't dare to say, he didn't dare to ask, and left the ward as if fleeing, leaving space for three people.

"Mo Mo, you..." Where's the hair?

Ann wanted to ask and couldn't speak.

She didn't believe that her son would shave his hair on a whim, thinking about it, probably to comfort her.

An Zimo rubbed his bare head with an awkward expression: "The barbershop downstairs is engaged in activities."

Even if Ann wanted to guess the reason, she still blushed and asked, "What activity?"

"Children shave for free."

A very lame lie, but he was told the same as the truth.

Ann wanted to grab the horn of the boat. "Coincidentally, my hairdresser doesn't ask me for money."

Pei Yizhou raised his eyebrows, leaned forward and approached, his tone was slow and ambiguous: "Nonsense, I obviously received a very high reward."

An wanted to understand the meaning in an instant, and the roots of her ears were red to the point of dripping blood.

**

Ann wants to put on makeup every day, exercise at all times, and actively receive treatment, and the situation gradually improves.

In the blink of an eye, Jiangcheng entered the deep winter, and it was about to usher in the annual Christmas.

The hospital attaches great importance to the festive atmosphere. It cuts down a tree early to decorate the rest area. There are messy things hanging on the Christmas tree, there are encouraging notes, and there are also photos with the doctor, showing the little warmth everywhere.

Considering that December 24 is An Zimo's birthday, An wants to leave the hospital for two days to celebrate his son.

It started to snow at night, and An wanted to wear a white turtleneck sweater, put on a red cotton-padded jacket, wrapped a scarf and a hat, and followed Pei Yizhou out of the hospital.

She stayed in the hospital for too long, and for a while, she felt new and unfamiliar with the outside environment.

The man standing next to her is slender and stiff, and his beige coat makes him more expensive.

His hair hadn't been kept since he was shaved that day, and his bald head and cold top made him look fierce. No matter how good his face was, the little girls dared not approach it.

Only An Xiang, holding his arm affectionately and sticking to him.

An thinks that it hasn't been out for a long time and doesn't really want to get in the car. Pei Yizhou let her be quietly accompanied by her side.

"Pei Yizhou, can you freeze your head?"

Snow covered his head, and he was not afraid of having a wig. Now he is more worried that the icy and snowy places will freeze the marinated eggs.

Pei Yizhou pondered for a moment: "A little bit."

Ann wanted to blink, then tiptoed and put her hat on his head.

Her hat is off-white and she wears two braids.

The man's face was thin, and this lovely hat immediately added a sense of joy to him.

An Xiang burst into laughter, took out the phone from his arms, adjusted the camera to take a selfie with the faces of the two of them, and finally set it as a screensaver happily.

"Pei Yizhou, do you want to set one too?"

"Ok?"

"You look so cute right now, so you can be a screensaver."

Pei Yizhou's eyes flashed, "Okay." The voice fell, and he hugged An Xiang's waist and kissed him.

Click.

The picture freezes.

He let go of the sluggish girl, took her mobile phone and looked at it for a few seconds, and was extremely satisfied, "Yes, it fits..." Then he uploaded the photo to his WeChat and replaced this picture with the system default that has not been changed for a hundred years. Screen.

An Xiang blushed and swept his eyes, and also used this surreptitiously.

The two people on the main screen kissed under the snowy night, dreamlike, ambiguous and beautiful.

She pursed her lips and smiled, feeling sweet in her heart inexplicably.

at this time.

An Zimo, who had been waiting for her mother to come back, couldn't wait to live and die, so he simply moved his stool and sat in front of the door, with his hands supporting his cheeks and doubting life at the empty door.

Where did Pei Yizhou take people?

Why haven't you come back? ?

Wouldn't a dog man kidnap her mother? ?