The fear left over from his previous life took over his mind. An Zimo had no time to think and hurriedly hid in the haystack, using the haystack as a cover to cover himself tightly.

Click!

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

"Zimo, we have to leave!"

An Xiang holds an ax in hand and breaks in through the door.

She had exerted a lot of strength before, breathing slightly, and her mouth was numb from the impact of the axe.

The woodshed was filled with the damp smell emanating from the wood. An Xiang was choked by the unpleasant smell and coughed twice. She looked around and found a bulging corner of a certain haystack.

An Xiang casually threw the ax on the ground, took a few steps forward and crouched down, blinked and looked inside, and suddenly met the child's alert and dangerous eyes.

"Come out, we are going home."

An wanted to extend his hand, but before he could get close, An Zimo slapped him away.

He looked evil, gritted his teeth, and spit out one word from between his teeth in a ferocious and trembling manner: "Get out."

An Xiang was stunned for a moment and silently put his arms behind his back.

[My son must be afraid of people.]

[How pitiful, it must be the fault of those people outside.]

[I must be good to my son.]

Hypocritical manner.

An Zimo sneered in his heart, his eyes becoming more and more disdainful.

There were good times for his mother, but they were all based on the benefits he could create. All her gentleness and kindness were just to make him earn more money.

Pitiful?

Good to him?

What a joke!

If she goes back with her, once she knows the abilities she has now, she will definitely squeeze him until there is not a drop left of him!

"Zimo, be good, can you come out with your mother?" An Xiang didn't know An Zimo's inner thoughts, so she thought he was afraid, and her tone became softer.

An Zimo shrank inside, wishing he could bury his whole body into the cold wall behind him.

He remained unmoved, and clenched his little hands tightly around his knees, his knuckles turning slightly red from the exertion.

People watching the fun outside began to laugh: "You fools, you don't even want to look for me when mom comes."

The teasing laughter made An think back to her childhood. She pursed her lips, turned around and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense! Zimo is not stupid, he will be a genius in the future, you know nothing!"

The system left and the mysterious man was not encountered.

But An Xiang is not worried. She believes that An Zimo will not be like this forever. Modern medical technology is so advanced that one day he will be able to return to normal levels.

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

He quickly dodged it.

The figure passed by from the side, his hands and feet hurried, his movements panicked, as if he wanted to escape from her immediately.

The child's limbs were not very coordinated yet, and he lost his rhythm in the rush. Seeing that the debris piled up next to him was about to fall on him, An Xiang had no time to take care of it. He pushed hard with his palm, and An Zimo, who had already lost his center of gravity, was instantly pushed to the ground.

, the back of his head hit the wall hard.

His body has no pain-sensing nerves, so he naturally cannot feel pain.

But he felt resentment, countless resentments entangled in his heart, and the bloody and cruel scenes of his previous life floated before his eyes along with his mother's face, and finally he was completely entangled with reality.

An Zimo lay motionless on the ground, taunting An Xiang's hand before he could take it back.

See, it doesn't take long for your selfish nature to be completely exposed.

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

All tenderness and smiles are all illusions.

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

——It’s better to die.

——It's better to choose a lucky day to die again, anyway...he won't feel any pain.

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

[It’s over, I’ll kill my son!]

An wanted to hold her unconscious son and cry to death anytime and anywhere.

She tremblingly put her fingers under his nose, and after feeling the even breathing that she kept exhaling, her tense nerves finally relaxed.

It's okay, okay, I'm still angry.

The son is not dead.

An Xiang propped up An Zimo and touched the back of his head. He didn't feel sticky, but instead touched a small raised bump, which seemed to have been accidentally bumped just now.

It should be no big deal.

An Xiangma Liu picked up her son. He was much thinner than his peers. He was light and weightless in his arms, so naturally he didn't feel tired.

She walked through the watching relatives without saying anything, stopped in front of the door, and looked back lightly: "Is there a doctor in the village?"

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

"Old Li Tou from Xikou is a doctor, but he went down the mountain to buy some goods. He just left in the morning and hasn't come back yet."

It is said that the doctor is actually just a barefoot doctor who works without a license. He can just treat minor illnesses. If there is really a fever or brain fever, the villagers are more willing to go to the town.

"Let's go to the town to see it before it gets dark. It's still too late to rush there."

An wanted to say thank you, go to the village and take a bullock cart, protect her son and go to the mountain town.

The town is a thirty-minute drive from Shuilian Village. The open-air oxcart is rickety and bumpy under the buttocks. The sun is about to completely set, and the only trace of red on the horizon will soon be swallowed up by the rising dark color.

An Zimo had no intention of waking up and stayed quietly in her arms the whole time.

An thought that now she had time to describe his appearance with her eyes.

The human cub is so fragile and petite, with soft skin and slender bones wrapped around it. His dark and thick hair followed An's thoughts, and the ends of his hair were slightly curled, fluffy and covering his forehead.

An Xiang lowered her eyelashes and gently parted the hair on her forehead with her fingertips. Her son's eyebrows were also very beautiful, his double eyelids were obvious, his eyelashes were thick and long, and the tail of his eyes was slightly raised. It didn't look like An Xiang's peach blossom eyes, but should look like his father's.

dad……

Thinking of the man who reached the great harmony of life with her that night, An Xiang was deeply discouraged.

If I had known earlier, I would not have allowed the system to create that mosaic.

In the end, even if the task failed, the child would not know who it was.

But my son smells really good.

Woo, hungry, want to eat.

Gulu.

My stomach growled twice in unison.

"Girl, we're at the clinic."

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

The villages and towns were sparsely populated, and there were only a few patients in the reception room. It wasn't long before it was An Zimo's turn to be examined.

Looking at the doctors in white coats surrounding the hospital bed, An Xiang couldn't help but become nervous, her breathing slowed down and her voice was tight: "Doctor, my son accidentally hit his head. Is he okay?"

The doctor said: "It's okay. Just 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 unconscious on the bed, "Then why isn't he awake yet?"

The doctor put away the stethoscope and said: "The baby's malnutrition coupled with a cold will definitely be too much for such a young child. I will give him an injection and he will be fine tomorrow after sleeping."

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

"Yeah, I have a bit of a fever." The doctor looked at An and thought, "Are you a foreigner?"

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

"Our clinic will get off work at nine o'clock. You should go find a place to live first, or wait here for the baby to wake up." The doctor was afraid that An Xiang would not be reassured, so he added, "The baby is not seriously wrong, it's just you.

We need to supplement him with more nutrients and vitamins. If the nutrition is in place, his immunity will improve and he will be less susceptible to illness."

An wanted to look away: "I understand, thank you doctor."

"Then look..."

"Since there's nothing wrong, I'll take him and leave first." An Xiang picked up An Zimo who had just received the injection. His face was indeed much better than before, his breathing was steady, and he had fallen into a sweet dream.

Looking at this little face, An Xiang's anxious heart finally relaxed.

I heard that there would be traffickers in the remote mountains. Even if this was a clinic, An Xiang was not willing to leave his son alone.

"Doctor, do you know where there is a place to stay here?" You have to take a bus from the town to the city. The bus only runs in the morning and noon. Now we can only find a place to stay temporarily, not to mention An Zimo's current physical condition.

Not suitable for long journeys.

"There is a hotel in the street behind, but the environment may not be very good." Seeing her fair skin, tender flesh, and delicate appearance, the doctor was worried that she would not be able to accept such an environment.

An Xiang didn't care too much, it would be nice to have a place to live now.

She left the clinic and found the hotel according to the route given by the doctor.

The hotel is smaller, but it is still clean. The check-in procedure was completed quickly. An wanted to take the room card, carry An Zimo up to the second floor, and enter his guest room.

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

An Xiang thought that he had been bumpy on the road all day, and had carried An Zimo all the way, and now his back was sore and he was extremely tired. But he couldn't rest yet. Looking at the dirty An Zimo on the bed, An Xiang thought.

I went to the bathroom to wring out a clean towel, then sat by the bed and started cleaning my son.

The clothes he was wearing could no longer be passed on. They were gray and black, and the corners of his trousers were frayed and torn.

An Xiang did not hesitate to take off his clothes and throw them into the trash can, then wiped his body carefully.

The limbs that were not covered by cloth were even thinner than An Xiang had imagined. The arms, legs, and back were all scratched and scratched somehow, and they had not yet healed. The red marks looked shocking.

She carefully avoided the wound and once again blamed herself for being careless. She wished she had just gotten some abrasion medicine from the doctor.

Gulu.

An Xiang paused with her fingertips and touched her belly.

Gululu.

The sound doesn't seem to come from the body?

An Xiang blinked and looked at her son's empty belly.
Chapter completed!