The afternoon sun was extremely hot, and it was difficult to wipe away the fishy smell on his fingertips. In a blink of an eye, he was the only one left around. An Zimo pursed his lips, put on his mask again, and walked home alone.

"Momo, why are you back? I was ready to go out..." An Xiang's voice stopped suddenly, and he immediately noticed the extra wound under his son's eyelids.

She frowned and took a few steps closer. In addition to the wounds, there was also a rancid smell like rotten meat.

"Momo, are you fighting with someone again?"

"No." An Zimo avoided looking, "It fell."

Nonsense, those wounds looked like they were hit by someone. An Xiang didn't expose it, so he took two steps closer and said, "Take off the mask and let mom see." As he said that, he pulled off the mask that was in the way, and now he could clearly see the pair.

Her forehead jumped when she saw the full picture of the tooth, and her brain went blank for a few seconds. Then she immediately suspected that her son might have been bullied by his classmates because of his teeth.

"It's okay." An Xiang said with a sad face, "This is also very cute."

An Zimo looked downcast and unmoved. He bypassed her and went to the bathroom to wash his bloody hands over and over again.

His dark emotions were shown on his face. It didn't look like he was simply being bullied. Something else must have happened.

An wanted to walk over and asked cautiously: "What's wrong with you? Did you have a bad time in kindergarten?"

An Zimo was not very good at talking. If he had been in the past, he would have gone straight back to the house. However, facing An Xiang's concerned eyes, he stopped for the first time and felt the desire to talk.

He didn't know how to speak, and Xiangmiang had never shared his daily experiences with others. He opened and closed his lips for a long time, but never said a word. An Xiang was also very patient, quietly giving him time to prepare.

"When we came back, we met an injured sparrow. It was dying. Peno asked me to save it."

An Xiang squatted down slowly and looked straight at him: "What next."

"I strangled it to death because I thought that was the best way to save it."

When he said this, An Zimo's eyes only looked calm.

He never felt that he had done something wrong. Compared with the hypocritical and useless kindness of humans, the behavior of freeing him was rougher, but it was the most useful. If a sparrow could talk, he would definitely thank him instead of opening his mouth to let Pei

Take him to the hospital.

"Pei Nuo doesn't understand, so he hits me with stones."

An Xiang took her son and sat on the sofa, found a medical cotton swab and carefully cleaned the scars on her son's face.

He was very obedient, motionless, and quietly stared at An Xiang's face.

An Zimo originally thought that An Xiang would get angry when he heard these words, or beat him like before. After all, according to their philosophy, his behavior today was cruelty to small animals and he needed to be severely educated by adults.

But An Xiang didn't.

She gently applied the medicine to him throughout the process, her eyes seemed to be filled with moonlight, and An Zimo couldn't help but stare at those eyes.

"Are you angry?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Why are you angry?" An wanted to stop and raised his eyes to look back.

"I killed a sparrow."

"Mo Mo feels that he did something wrong, but he did something right." An Xiang stroked the soft hair in front of her eyes and spoke softly.

"I am right."

Three words reveal the stubbornness of the answerer.

An Xiang smiled and said, "Nono also thinks you are right. You two can make your own choices."

He frowned, still unable to agree.

An Zimo felt that such small kindness could not be called good, and could even be a kind of harm to that life. It was the same as a human being. In his previous life, he felt that he was terminally ill and incurable.

Comfort and rescue only added to the pain for him.

So he understood himself and chose to save himself.

"I have confirmed that the sparrow's internal organs are shattered. Even if I don't do anything, it can only live for ten minutes. If it is crueler, it may be eaten by cats and dogs. Instead of letting them struggle for more than ten minutes, it is better to be freed in advance.

Peno can't understand it because she's too young, so I won't blame her."

Children at this age will always blindly follow kindness, which is ridiculous.

An Zimo stroked the wound on his face that was scratched by a stone. Even if he didn't feel the pain, he still felt unhappy about it.

"Then do you know what Peno is thinking?"

"I have no idea."

An wanted to say: "She thinks that as long as you save it, it will definitely survive."

"It's impossible. There is a lack of professional avian doctors in China. Even if we find one, we won't be able to save him."

He always analyzes the rights and wrongs of events from a very rational perspective and gives the outcome of the event. Perhaps this is what makes An Zimo different from other children.

This isn't a bad thing, but it's not a good thing either.

An Xiang pursed his lips and said in a soft and slow voice, "Zimo, people are always accustomed to believing in miracles."

"What you killed was the sparrow, and it was also the hope that she thought might exist. That's why she was angry because you killed her hope." After saying that, An Xiang touched his hair again, "But she killed it."

You are indeed wrong."

An Zimo frowned and said nothing. In the fourteen years he has been alive, no one has ever told him any miracles or hopes. Such words are too dreamy and unreasonable. But these words are indeed true.

It has affected his outlook on life for many years.

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled and he carefully glanced at An Xiang's face.

She didn't blame him, nor would she teach him with sticks like her original mother. She did listen to his thoughts and feel his mood.

It's a very strange feeling that makes people feel uncomfortable.

An Zimo twisted his neck twice in discomfort, and suddenly smelled a sweet smell of blood. The smell instantly attracted An Zimo to look up.

I saw An wanted to prick her finger with a needle, squeeze out two drops of blood, and said, "Here."

An Zimo's whole body tensed up, as if facing a formidable enemy: "No."

"The new teeth will automatically retract after tasting blood. Human blood will make the damaged teeth heal automatically. Wait, wait and see if they grow back. If they still look like this, we will go to the teeth. Now that technology is so advanced, your teeth will definitely

no problem."

This kind of thing is really rare.

An thought that he had never seen a vampire with teeth that were so flat as if they had been polished by molasses! In his race, he was ridiculed by ghosts. The lack of sharp teeth was like a man's impotence. His son was said to be a boy, and he was very tall.

No matter how handsome you are, you must find a way to mend this shortcoming to perfection.

Generally speaking, as long as a young vampire replenishes its blood and has adequate nutrition, its teeth will naturally recover, but my son is not an ordinary person...

Of course, she doesn’t dislike her son, she is just worried that he will not be able to find a wife when he grows up. If he cannot find a wife, he may have to be someone else’s wife!!

An Xiang's inner thoughts were extremely joyful, and An Zimo's expression changed again and again. Finally he lowered his eyes, looking at the two drops of blood with repulsion and curiosity.

"It's okay, just drink. Your Uncle Pei has drank too."

It's fine if I don't say it, but An Zimo will be even more angry when I mention it.

"Don't drink, it's disgusting." An Zimo jumped off the sofa and walked to the room.

"It's not disgusting. Mom has washed it! It's very sweet!" An Xiang grabbed her son's collar by force and put her fingers into his mouth without any explanation.

An Zimo let out a sob in his throat, and his body wanted to resist, but his brain gave the order first. He bit his finger with his flat teeth. A few drops of blood touched the tip of his teeth. His fangs, which had tasted human blood for the first time, slowly retracted.

Back to normal.

His pupils suddenly narrowed, and he touched inside in disbelief.

——shrank back.

——How come these teeth can automatically retract and retract!!

An Zimo's world view once again suffered a severe impact.

The reaction on her son's face was really funny. An Xiang suddenly had a sudden impulse to draw a story about the daily life of a little vampire using her son as the protagonist. Speaking of this, she remembered that she had not logged into the comic for a long time since she brought her son back to her.

For my personal account, except for drawing some simple sketches for the store, I have never touched a pen again.

She used to earn a little money by collecting rent and drawing comic strips to support herself. Now that she has enough money and a small shop, she naturally doesn't have to be in such a hurry as before.

An wanted to think about it carefully for a while. She was not very busy at the milk tea shop and her son was in kindergarten. She had just enough free time to continue drawing comics. Even if she didn't make much money, it was still a very happy thing.

The more An thought about it, the more feasible it became. She hurried back to the room, took out the neglected tablet, turned on the computer and started designing her son's initial image.

In fact, she drew a lot of animal-like sons for the business card of the milk tea shop, but they were all too sloppy. Since she was going to be a cartoon, she naturally had to be more serious.

"What are you doing?" An Zimo followed in.

An Xiang said without looking up: "I want to draw my son."

"……ha?"

An Xiang held the pen in her mouth and looked at him with bright eyes: "I have already thought of the name, "Mother Cat's Tiger Son"."

"...??"

What and what the hell.

An Zimo glanced at the digital tablet and snorted disdainfully at the random lines: "Just draw a business card. How could anyone like this kind of kindergarten line thing?"

An Xiang thought that he had been hit hard since childhood, so he definitely didn't care. He waved his son out of the study and concentrated on setting up the character.

She has already thought about the plot of the story. Mother Cat brings back a ferocious little tiger. The story revolves around the daily life of Mother Cat and the little tiger. Naturally, it is also the daily life of her and An Zimo, so that after she dies, she can return to her original home.

His body can be identified with his son through comics, which is a piece of evidence.

and.

An Xiang really wanted to rely on her few talents to record her son's growth.

The character image was quickly determined, and then she drew another one, a big tiger holding a mother cat in its mouth under a tree. After coloring, An wanted to send this picture to the comic website and her personal Weibo.

She only has 20,000 to 30,000 fans, which is not a lot. Since she has not received any manuscripts for many months and has been closed for business, most of her fans have left.

The new comic didn't stir up much excitement, and An Xiang wasn't interested in data either. After putting it up, he shook off his sore wrist and closed the computer, got up and walked out of the study.

"Tsk, I just said no one is watching."

An Zimo was sitting on the sofa holding her tablet, and the content displayed on the screen was her personal homepage.

[Think of Catfish Catfish: qwq Long time no see, Catfish Catfish has a new work, I hope you support it, tweet me.]

An Xiang froze on the spot for an instant, and a stream of hot air rushed straight to the sky.

"What does qwq mean?" An Zimo looked at her and read out the emoji in English with an expressionless face.

An Xiang blushed and his neck was thick, he rushed over and snatched the tablet into his arms, guarding it tightly, and his eyes turned red: "What are you doing!"

An Zimo replied calmly: "Check Weibo."

"What are you kiddoing on Weibo! How did you know my account!!"

An Zimo: "The applet in the sidebar of the 360 ​​web page has been linked to your Weibo account. You can see it by clicking on it."

Her face was pale and her lips were trembling: "You, you still know my password?"

An Zimo sneered disdainfully: "If you think numbers like 666888 are passwords."

"..."

He then asked: "So what does qwq mean?"
Chapter completed!