The dim sleep light was turned on, and Murong Yuan was sleeping deeply on the blue four-corner bed, snoring softly.
The soft quilt was kicked aside, and her small face was much thinner than when she left.
She pulled up the quilt, covered it well, took off her shoes, and lay gently next to him, looking at his little face that looked like a very young one in his sleep, with long and thick eyelashes like two small fans inlaid on the tender skin.
on the face.
Gently hold him in your arms and listen to his steady breathing. At this moment, all the fatigue is swept away, and the uneasy mood is relaxed.
In the early morning, Murong Rong felt something was burrowing in her arms while she was sleeping. She slowly opened her eyes with a doting smile on her lips.
Murong Yuan stretched out his little arms and hugged her, stroking her head affectionately.
"Yuan'er, are you awake?"
Tenderly stroking his hair and hugging him gently.
Murong Yuan raised his head from her arms, his dark eyes rolling roundly, "Mom, I'll make breakfast for you."
His childish voice was precocious and sensible beyond his age.
Murong Rong picked up the alarm clock on the bedside and saw that the time was past seven o'clock. "Oh no, Yuan'er, you have to go to school."
"It's Sunday, rest." Murong Yuanqi was on top of her, lazily reluctant to leave.
Murong Rong picked him up and went to the bathroom to wash up before letting him go.
She returned to her room, took clean clothes, and after taking a shower, she walked to the kitchen. Murong Yuan had already lit the fire and was boiling water. His small body was not much higher than the stove. When he wanted to get food, he would
Carry the stool to get it.
"Baby, what are you going to do?" Murong Rong took him off the stool, "You go and play, mommy will do it."
Things in the kitchen are messy everywhere, and they haven't been cleaned for an unknown amount of time.
Murong Yuan told her: "Auntie is gone and will no longer come to our house to cook."
"How long have you been gone?"
"It's been half a month."
Murong Rong felt sad and distressed at the same time, and held him in her arms. "Baby, how did you come here in the past half month? What do you usually eat?"
She could not imagine how a seven-year-old child could take care of himself for half a month without an adult around.
Murong Yuan tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Eat the snacks my mother bought for me, as well as bread and biscuits."
When Murong Rong left, she was worried that he would be greedy, so she bought him a large cabinet of snacks. However, he never liked snacks, but relied on snacks to satisfy his hunger. You can imagine how hungry he had been.
The corners of his eyes couldn't help but become wet. He held back for a long time to prevent tears from flowing down. "Besides snacks, what else do you eat? Didn't mom leave money for you? Why don't you buy food outside?"
"The money at home was taken away by my aunt. Mom, I can cook noodles. I cook them with a rice cooker."
Murong Rong opened the rice cooker on the stove, and there were some uneaten noodles left in it. Because they had been left for a long time, the noodles had grown hairy and were green and black.
Looking at her son's thin face, Murong Rong was heartbroken.
If she brings Yuan'er to the Dongrong Society, she will naturally be well taken care of and have no worries about food and clothing. But she doesn't want her son to grow up and become a tool of the Dongrong Society to kill people. She doesn't want her son to have anything to do with them anymore.
.
That's why Yuan'er suffered so much at such a young age.
She is not a good mother and cannot always take care of him and love him.
"Baby, do you blame your mother? Your mother is not like other children's mothers who cook for you and take you to school. Your mother is often not around you and makes you suffer so much. Do you hate your mother?"
Murong Yuan's little arms hugged her neck, kissed her on the face, and said seriously: "Mom, I won't blame you, I will take care of myself. I can make noodles and wash clothes.
I will also go to school by myself.”
Her son's sensibility made her even more ashamed.
She wiped away the tears that she couldn't help but let him play outside, preparing to cook him a hearty breakfast.
When you open the refrigerator, most of the food inside is expired.
I had to cook some rice porridge, cut some ham, and put in dried vegetables.
While cooking porridge, I took out all the food in the refrigerator, whether expired or not.
Turn off the power and clean the refrigerator twice.
In the living room, Murong Yuan was seen struggling to sweep the floor with a broom that was taller than him.