The boy was a little confused: "Why can't you go back? Is it because there are people there you don't want to see?"
When Jiang Zimo heard this, she still couldn't control the suffocating pain in her heart. She raised her face, tried hard to force away the tears in her eyes, and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "I really don't want to see you again, if I can't escape,
I'm just afraid that I have to die there. I will never go back to that place."
"But you still have some nostalgia in your heart, right? Sister, because there is your lover in that place..."
"I don't have a lover, and no one has ever really loved me. My little friend, you have such a rich imagination." She sneered sarcastically. She was the most impatient to argue with others. When she didn't agree with the conversation, she stood up and wanted to leave, but she was drunk.
Feeling dizzy and weak, I got up halfway and sat back down.
"Sorry, sister, I was quick to speak and said the wrong thing, please don't mind."
Seeing this, the boy seemed a little at a loss. He saw her sitting on the dining chair for a while, and finally got up and returned to the master bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Jiang Zimo fell into his big bed again.
The next day was the weekend, and she had two classes at the orphanage in the morning, so she didn't sleep in.
When he walked out of the room, he heard the sound of water running in the shower room in the guest bathroom. Jiang Zimo knew that the children were already up, so he started to prepare a double breakfast.
She didn't know his taste, so she had to follow her own preferences. She used diced bamboo shoots, edamame, carrots and bacon to stir-fry eggs and fried rice, and cut a few thin slices of ham and fried it to cover it.
She always worked neatly, and while turning off the heat and loading the dishes, she also cleaned up the kitchen. When she saw the child pushing a wheelchair out of the bathroom, she said hello and poured soy milk for him to eat.
The child seemed a little surprised by her behavior. After sitting down, he repeatedly praised the delicious breakfast. While chatting with her, he listened to the morning news on the TV. The atmosphere between the two was peaceful and friendly, as if the short-term embarrassment last night had long since disappeared.
, seems to have never existed.
Jiang Zimo was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that this boy was quite well-educated. Listening to his words and looking at his expression, apart from being a little confused, he was actually very admirable.
Because he was in a hurry to go to class, morning time was always extremely precious. Jiang Zimo had no time to clear away the dishes and went back to his room to take a shower and change clothes immediately after eating.
She didn't sleep well last night, and she could see the dark circles under her eyes clearly in the mirror through the layers of fog, and foundation couldn't cover them up, so she simply chose thick black eyeliner and put on slightly heavy makeup.
She was dressed properly, and when she went out with her bags, she saw her child pushing a wheelchair with a solemn look on her face, staying by the kitchen counter to study how to use dishwashing liquid. Seeing this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Leave it there, don't move.
I always wash dishes at night."
"You cooked the rice, so of course I have to wash the dishes, otherwise it will be too hard for you." The European-style kitchen worktop is not high, and the boy's hand can just reach into the sink.
Seeing that she seemed to be going out, the boy quickly put down what he was holding, looked at her in surprise and said, "Sister, you want to go out?"
Jiang Zimo saw his beautiful dark pupils suddenly tighten, and knew that he was afraid of being alone in an unfamiliar environment. She thought for a while, then nodded and said: "I'm going to the orphanage to teach painting lessons to some children.
, I will come back to cook for you at noon. If you feel bored staying at home, how about I take you with me?"