I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

Death is a familiar vocabulary to An Zimo, he never fears nor escapes.

The face reflected in the mirror was immature but pale, and the dark pupils were a dead silence. He thought he had escaped the darkness, but he never wanted to enter a more boundless abyss.

Mother would be scared alone.

He will not scare her.

An Zimo clenched the pencil tightly with cold eyes. He didn't hesitate for a moment when he started. He only heard a snorting sound. The pencil pierced through the flesh and blood, and the scarlet blood exploded like soda, instantly soaking half of his body.

Excessive blood loss made his cheeks even more bloodless.

However, this was not enough. His strength was low, and his pencil was not as sharp as a knife. The deviation from the position just now did not cause death at all. Just when An Zimo was about to come back again, the bedroom door was kicked open vigorously, and An Zimo was instantly imprisoned in his arms by the man.

Pei Yizhou.

An Zimo rose up to resist: "Let go of me——!!!"

"I hate you, you let me go! Let go!"

The blood couldn't help flowing down, he didn't hesitate, and didn't care about the wound torn by the struggle.

The bodyguards who rushed in looked dumbfounded at the pencil on his neck, and never thought that a child would choose to end his life in this way.

Pei Yizhou hugged An Zimo expressionlessly, and strode towards the medical room.

Since An Zimo's psychological problems occurred, Pei Yizhou has transformed one of the first floors of the villa into a medical room, and invited two more doctors. The necessary equipment for the hospital is available here, which saves the time to go to the hospital.

He sent An Zimo to the doctor for treatment, and when the door was closed, he gloomily looked at the bodyguard behind him.

"Didn't I say that you have to watch him 24 hours a day?"

Pei Yizhou asked coldly, oppressively.

An Zimo is different from other children. He lacks emotions and has an IQ better than ordinary people. An Xiang is a beam of light that appears in his vitality. Now that the light is gone, it is not surprising that he does anything in the dark. Pei Yizhou couldn't stay by An Zimo every moment, so he sent someone to protect him when he was away to make sure his life was in danger.

"It's our negligence, please punish me, Mr."

Punishment?

He didn't have any thoughts of punishment now. He waved his hand to let a few people go down, lit a cigarette and waited quietly at the door.

The doctor appeared soon, and Pei Yizhou hurried over, "How is it?"

"Fortunately, the child has no strength. The pencil just pierced through the flesh and didn't hurt the aorta. It would be dangerous if it deviated by a few centimeters." The doctor said, "We gave him a tranquilizer, and there is nothing serious about it at the moment."

Pei Yizhou exhaled.

"Sir can go in and see him."

He nodded, opened the door and walked in gently.

The young boy lying on the hospital bed was getting a drip, the wound on his neck was stitched, and a layer of gauze was wrapped around it. He fell asleep peacefully, his eyelashes and cheeks were pale, and even his lips were pale.

Pei Yizhou sat in front of the bed, feeling sad.

An Zimo is extremely paranoid and small-minded. An Xiang has almost occupied his entire world. Now the world has collapsed and he cannot bear it.

But why is he not?

Pei Yizhou can't do anything to die, he wants to live, for himself, for his children, and for peace.

Pei Yizhou dressed up and watched by the bed all night.

The next day, the sky was bright. Looking at the light penetrating in, An Zimo whispered to his mother.

"woke up."

He turned his head and his expression immediately became difficult to look when he saw Pei Yizhou.

"Why, I was disappointed not to see my mother?"

An Zimo ignored the man's sarcasm, struggling to get up and want to continue his death.

Pei Yizhou pressed him tightly, not allowing him to move at all.

"Let go." An Zimo looked stubborn and squeezed out two words from his teeth.

"Your mother has no friends, and daily life revolves around you. Now that she is dead, very few people remember her."

An Zimo didn't know why he said this, but still wanted to break free.

Pei Yizhou didn't give him this opportunity at all, holding on to him and continuing to say: "An Zimo, if you die, there will be one less person who remembers her."

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

"An wants me to take care of you, but I know you don't need others to take care of you. How can you bear her mind if she cares about you so much and protects you?" Pei Yizhou's tone was calm, but what he said was stabbed into his flesh and blood like a knife. "You are the flesh that fell from her. If you hurt yourself, you hurt her. If Ann wants to be there, do you think she will cry?"

Can cry.

Will cry very loudly.

An Zimo was in a trance, and suddenly remembered that her mother had cried several times because of him.

He... shouldn't make her cry.

Not appropriate……

"What does your mother often say to you?"

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "She let me... live well and become a gentle man."

She doesn't like him hurting others, and hopes that he is mature and sensible, gentle and reliable. But An Zimo knew that he would never change into that kind of person. He was a thorn that grew savagely in the dark, and he was destined to be uncomfortable.

Mother...don't care.

She believed him, believed him from beginning to end. No matter how savage and willful he is, she always loves him that way.

An Zimo felt a lot of pain in his heart, and he had to pull his clothes and gasp violently. After a while, he felt a warmth falling from his eye sockets and sliding down his cheeks. An Zimo reached out and touched a piece of warmth, which turned out to be tears.

He has a dull look.

An Zimo has never cried, and the world is destined to be unable to make him empathize. He will laugh at the lives of others, laugh at the deaths of others, and the joys and sorrows of the world have nothing to do with him.

mother……

The bits and pieces that had been with An Xiang flashed in his mind, he couldn't bear it, his small body curled up in the quilt, it was just a small sob at first, and then it was sobbing and crying. He has never cried so presumptuously, and has never been so sad as he is now.

An Zimo suddenly remembered the sparrow that was strangled to death by his own hand a long time ago. Is the bird struggling to live so much, does it just want to fly back to take a look at its mother?

Pei Yizhou was accompanied quietly, without comfort or obstruction, just watching him cry.

An Zimo cried for a long, long time, until his throat was hoarse and couldn't make a sound anymore; until he exhausted the last trace of strength all over his body, he turned to sleep.

Pei Yizhou gently tucked the quilt for his son, got up and left.

A lot of people stood at the door, including Pei Chen and parents who came after hearing the news.

"How about Zimo? Do you want to send it abroad? I know a well-known psychiatrist in Italy and I can ask him to see it."

Pei Yizhou shook his head and rejected his mother's suggestion, saying, "It should be all right. When he wakes up, let someone make something to eat."

Several people looked at each other without speaking.

As Pei Yizhou guessed, An Zimo woke up and really ate something. In the next few days, he didn't cry or make trouble, eat and sleep on time, behaved and disturbing. The whole heart of Pei's family hangs on him.

However, he did nothing. After the wound healed, he took the initiative to come to the cemetery with Pei Yizhou.

The cemetery was built in the back mountain and was small, so An wanted to be buried in a cluster of flowers.

The father and son picked a handful of wild flowers for Ann, and sat on the ground in front of the tombstone, staring at the photos and falling into silence.

When she died, she was young and beautiful, with stars and moon in her eyes, shining brightly and beautifully.

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled lightly, and her heart suddenly calmed down.

"I want to make medicine in the future."

"Ok?"

"I want to make a panacea that is painless and painless."

He had a firm tone, and Pei Yizhou smiled lightly after hearing it: "That's just something that exists in a fairy tale."

An Zimo did not refute, but just said: "Why can't the things that exist in fairy tales exist in reality?" The mist in his eyes dissipated, leaving only the edge after being destroyed by wind and rain. "I just want to make it never exist. Things really exist in this world."

He is smart and he has time.

If one year is not enough, there will be ten years, if ten years are not enough, then one hundred years, and if one hundred years are not enough, three hundred years.

One day, one day it will come true.

Pei Yizhou took his son's shoulders without saying anything, and said softly and comfortingly: "Your mother will be very happy to hear it."

"And you?"

"Me?" Pei Yizhou cast his eyes down to meet his gaze.

"Will you forget my mother in the future."

His eyes were clear, and he was a little worried. Pei Yizhou laughed blankly, "No."

"then you……"

"Think about my forever wife. Don't ruin our relationship in front of her." Pei Yizhou rubbed the ring on her ring finger, turned her back and patted her shoulder, "Let's go, Dad will carry you back."

The man has a generous back, which can easily resist the cold wind.

An Zimo bit his lower lip, his heart moved.

Actually... Pei Yizhou's father wouldn't be bad either.

He climbed up and made up his mind with difficulty: "When you are old, I will carry you."

Pei Yizhou swallowed down the mountain slowly with An Zimo on his back, with a small smile on his lips: "Well, I hope you will not change your mind in five hundred years."

"I don't change my mind, I will raise you in the future." An Zimo circled Pei Yizhou's neck. He lost his mother. Now only Pei Yizhou is a relative, and the people around him are unreliable, so he will take good care of him on behalf of his mother. . By the way, there are Pei Nuo, Pei Yan, Pei Chen, they are all juniors, and they have to be taken care of.

"Bei..." An Zimo swallowed and changed his mouth, "Dad, you can find someone to teach me etiquette when you go back."

"Ok?"

"I want to become a polite and gentle person. When I see my mother in the future, she will definitely be very happy."

Death will reunite the separated.

From now on, An Zimo looks forward to that day. When he reunites with his mother in heaven, he must show her a brand new self.

Before that, he must work hard and grow up.

Pei Yizhou's eyes were gentle and did not refuse.

After returning, An Zimo went to the doctor for an examination. Pei Yizhou returned to the study alone, where the assistant had been waiting for a long time.

"Dong Pei, this is what you asked me to check."

Pei Yizhou flipped through the documents and found that it was An Yanze's recent developments. In just six months, the An family brothers were dealt with by An Yanze and moved abroad. Now An Yuan and An Baozhu remain in the main residence of the An family. As for An's enterprise, it is even more turbulent, and many shareholders are preparing to jointly impeach An Heyuan.

Except for this, An Yanze has no other moves.

"He hasn't been anywhere else?"

The assistant shook his head: "Except for the place where the company and An Yanze live, I rarely go to other places, and I rarely even go back to my home."

Pei Yizhou looked down, thoughtful.

He is not a fool, and An Xiang's death in his previous life is always strange. He even suspects that An Xiang did not leave the world at all as the data showed.

"What about that, is there any whereabouts?"

The assistant nodded: "The young lady from the An family fainted and was taken away by An Yanze and burned. Only An Yanze was present alone when it was burned."

"Are there no other people present?"

Assistant: "It should be gone."

Pei Yizhou leaned against the back of the chair, tapping on the table with his fingertips unhurriedly, a dark tide surged in his heart.

If An Yanze burned another person, then... Is An Xiang still alive? Her fainting caused the soul to come into this body, and now the body is burned, the soul is likely to return to the body.

If his guess is correct, An Yanze is likely to hide the person...