The affectionate look between their mother and son infected Mo Xiaodie. She asked, "I heard from Muta that he still needs surgery before he can go to school?"
Muta's mother sighed: "Yes, this child's heart has been bad since he was born. The doctor said there are problems with blood vessels and heart valves. We have been trying to find ways to treat him, but the cost of surgery is too high.
A few years ago, he was too weak and couldn't live without people. His father was the only one working on the construction site, so it has been delayed until now."
Seeing that his mother was a little sad, Li Muta puffed up his chest and raised his face: "Mom, don't be sad. I'm fine now. Look, I've gained weight!"
Li Muta's understanding beyond his years made his mother's nose feel a little sour: "Good boy! It's all dad, mom has no ability."
Seeing such a sensible Li Muta, Mo Xiaodie felt sad for some reason. She wanted to give them some material help, but she was afraid of hurting the self-esteem of the mother and son.
So, she touched Li Muta's little head: "Don't be sad, Muta is still young, probably not six years old yet. It doesn't matter. It's not too late to have an operation in two years."
Li Muta pouted with some dissatisfaction: "Auntie, I will be seven years old in December this year."
"Seven years old? I'm sorry, aunt said the wrong thing." Mo Xiaodie was a little embarrassed. Seeing that Li Muta was shorter than Dudu, she didn't expect that he was almost seven years old like Dudu and the others.
Muta's mother explained: "Because of his congenital deficiencies, he is shorter than other children of the same age."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. My daughter will be seven years old in December this year."
"Really, you look very young, like a college student, not like a person with children at all," Muta's mother admired sincerely.
Mo Xiaodie felt a little embarrassed.
At this time, a middle-aged woman carrying a vegetable basket came from not far away. She must be a nanny from a nearby community. She waved to Muta’s mother enthusiastically: “Muta’s mother, let’s go shopping.
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Muta's mother quickly picked up the handbag she had put aside and said, "Muta, you play here for a while and then go back quickly. Mom is going to buy groceries. My husband has a treat for us today."
Li Muta nodded sensibly: "I understand, mom, don't worry!"
After Muta's mother said goodbye to Mo Xiaodie, she trotted away with her companions.
Seeing his mother walking away, Li Muta looked back at Mo Xiaodie and hesitated to speak.
Mo Xiaodie pulled him to sit on the bench: "Is there anything you want to say to auntie?"
"Auntie, do you have any extracurricular books at home that the little sisters don't want? I'd like to buy a few and have a look." As he said this, he took out a few wrinkled one-dollar books from his pocket.
"What kind of extracurricular books do you want to read?" It seems that he earned the money by picking up scraps.
At such a young age, he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
"I don't know many words. I only learned Chinese Pinyin from an uncle at my father's construction site. Auntie, can you give me some of the picture books your family doesn't want and see if I have enough money."
Mo Xiaodie held his little hand: "No, my aunt has a lot of picture books at home, and my sisters don't want them any more. I'll give them to you tomorrow, for free."
"That's not okay. My mother said you can't take advantage of others. If Auntie doesn't want money, then I don't want picture books either." Li Muta stood up excitedly.
He has such character and integrity at such a young age. It seems that his mother has taught him well.
"Well, how about you give me money when auntie brings the books tomorrow?" She didn't want to hurt Li Muta's self-esteem.
In today's society, such upright and sensible children are too rare.