"Come down quickly, be careful not to let your dad see it!" The words in my memory came out like this.
"Hey, my dad didn't see it!" the child replied carelessly, and the small body hanging upside down on the tree swayed, which made Jiang's mother's heart slightly lifted, and she whispered: "Be careful.
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"It's okay, it's okay..." The child shook his head fearlessly.
"Come down quickly, it's dangerous in the tree!"[
The child tilted his head and thought for a while, then said "Oh". He didn't know how he did it. He moved his legs slightly, swung his body like this, and rushed to the trunk of the tree. Then he used his hands and feet together, swooping like a little monkey.
Whooshing along the branches to the trunk, and then hugging the big trunk, she climbed down. Jiang's mother was anxious and stepped forward. Once the little guy landed within reach of her hands, she stretched out her hand.
, hugged the little guy.
"Xiaolang!" Mother Jiang hugged the little guy tightly, buried her head in the little guy's shoulder, and cried softly.
Xiao Youyou frowned, thinking of his mother crying in the backyard, and his eyes darkened slightly. Without struggling, he let Jiang's mother hold him, but comforted her in a childish voice: "Auntie, don't cry, I'm so embarrassed."
You're ashamed, don't cry..."
He stretched out his little hand and patted Jiang's mother's hand comfortingly. Jiang's mother's memory jumped to a time when her child's father made her cry in anger, and then the younger son also grabbed her hand to tell her not to cry.
So, her tears fell even more fiercely, and she kept shouting: "Xiaolang, my good son...Xiaolang...good son...Xiaolang..."
The little guy was a little at a loss and could only look for help at Miao Qing who was hiding in the dark. Miao Qing shrugged his shoulders, which meant that he was not going to help. The little guy looked at Miao Qing with resentment, and then
Then she patted Jiang's mother's hand and coaxed in a childish voice like a little adult: "Auntie, don't cry. It will hurt your eyes if you cry. Youyou will be very sad too!"
Jiang's mother was already immersed in her own world, so she just cried.
The little guy was helpless, struggled a little, and screamed: "Auntie, you hurt me!"
Only then did Jiang's mother tremble and react. She hurriedly knelt down, released her hands, and let go of the little guy she was holding tightly in her arms.
"How's it going? Where does it hurt?!" she asked urgently, twisting the little guy's body around.
The little guy grinned and shook his head. "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore!"
Jiang's mother breathed a sigh of relief, held the little guy's face, and kissed him.
"Xiaolang, you scared mom to death!"
The look of crying and laughing at the same time made the little guy who was a little unhappy at the sudden kiss immediately lose his anger, and instead his eyes became worried.
"Auntie, I'm not Xiaolang, my name is Youyou. Auntie has recognized the wrong person. Does Xiaolang look similar to Youyou?! How about Youyou help auntie find Xiaolang?!"
The smile on Jiang's mother's lips froze before her eyes. Her self-deception was exposed by the child's innocent words at this moment, and it ended there.
The child in front of me only looks a little like Xiaolang, but he is not Xiaolang, not Xiaolang...
Hot tears fell from Jiang's mother's eyes. Her expression was too sad, and the light in her eyes was about to break. The little guy has also seen it in his own mother, so the little guy
She also felt distressed and hurriedly stretched out her little hand to wipe the corners of Jiang Mu's eyes clumsily.
"Auntie, don't cry, don't cry. Xiaolang will be very sad when he sees you crying like this. He will... feel pain in his heart, and will... cry with you. So, aunt, don't cry, don't cry...
…”
This was clearly childish coaxing, but it was like an enlightenment, which suddenly woke up Jiang's mother. Yes, the youngest son is the most considerate. If he sees himself so sad, if he knows something underground, he will definitely follow suit.
Sad![
Don’t cry, you can’t cry, you can’t cry!
Jiang's mother suppressed her tears and sobbed. She hurriedly wiped the tears on her face, but she inadvertently grabbed a warm little hand. The fleshy touch was so soft and small.
She was startled because the tears in her eyes had been wiped away, so she could really see the little guy in her eyes. Then she was startled again and was surprised by the familiarity! It turned out that at the beginning,
It was not her imagination that she mistakenly thought he was Xiaolang. The child in front of her did have the shadow of Xiaolang between his eyebrows, the aura on his body, the tone of his voice, and yes, the words he said.
, all...all seem like it!
She suddenly grasped her little hand, inexplicably excited. She only knew that she could not let go of the child!
This is fate. This child ran to her on his own and appeared in this way, so... so...
She was slightly in a trance, and unconsciously grabbed the little guy's hand tighter and tighter. In the end, it hurt him. The little guy frowned slightly and endured it strongly. He thought, this aunt's Xiaolang was gone.
, so Auntie is very sad and anxious, so he should be better and obey Auntie more!
Later, it was Jiang's mother who realized that her behavior was wrong first. She suddenly let go of her hand and looked at the three clear nail marks left on the little guy's fair and fleshy hands, feeling sour for a moment.
I feel the urge to cry again.
How could this child be so well-behaved? How could he be so like Xiaolang? When Xiaolang was little, he was skinny and never said anything when he got hurt. He only waited for adults to find out, then he laughed sheepishly and raised his hand.
The wound came forward.
"You kid, my aunt hurt you, why didn't you say anything?"
Jiang's mother raised the little guy's little hand distressedly and blew it gently.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all!" The little guy shrugged pretending not to care. He was wearing a camouflage uniform, which Rong Ling had someone buy for him as a change of clothes when he slept in Su Wuzhuang the day before yesterday.
Well, with the way he is dressed and the way he looks, he looks like a tenacious little warrior!
Jiang's mother was in a trance again, remembering that when her youngest son was young, he was willing to secretly wear his father's police uniform, including the camouflage uniform, and then pull down his sleeves and trouser legs, which always made him
Dad's clothes were in a mess. There were no camouflage uniforms for children at that time, so she had no choice but to get a set of camouflage uniforms from her father, which took a few days.
After extensive repairs, a small set of camouflage uniforms was made for him, but the younger son was so happy that he wore the camouflage uniforms every day for two months and was unwilling to change into other clothes.
The clothes were really dirty, so he reluctantly took them off. At night, he raised his young face and begged her in a low voice to wash the clothes quickly, dry them, and then wear them the next day!
So, what is this now?! It’s too similar, there are too many overlaps, this child... this child...
Jiang's mother suddenly hugged Xiao Youyou tightly, fearing that he would suddenly disappear, and said urgently: "Come, Auntie will take you to give you medicine!", and she hugged you without stopping at all.
She followed him into the house. She even had a crazy idea that she wanted to keep this child. He was Xiaolang, and she had to keep him! Her Xiaolang must have known that her mother was not doing well, so she came back to look for her.
His poor mother!
"Auntie, put me down quickly, I will leave on my own!"
The little guy is willing to be a "milk baby" in front of Lin Meng and be pampered by Lin Meng, but in front of others, he wants to be a little man!
Jiang's mother laughed, and her long-pressed mood became a little lighter at this moment.
"Be good, Auntie knows you will leave, but can you let Auntie hold you for a while?! Auntie wants to hold you for a little longer?!"
"Then..." The young man thought for a while and compromised very considerately: "Then it will only be for a while!"
There are also conditions!
What a kid who is as big as a kid!
With a slight smile on her lips, Jiang's mother carried the little one into the house and hurriedly walked to the sofa. She raised her head habitually and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows first. The house had been renovated and faced the grass in the backyard.
, is a large floor-to-ceiling window, so that whenever there is a transparent window, Xiaolang lying in the cemetery can see them and not feel lonely. But what did she see today?! [
Jiang's mother squinted her eyes at first, then widened her eyes when she saw it clearly!
It's that girl! Why is she here?! Who allowed her to come!
The overwhelming anger boiled in her chest. This girl, she killed her son. Her good son was gone just because the girl said no. She didn't want to see her, not at all!
She was kind enough not to deal with her, but how dare she come to this place!
Bullying goes too far! Bullying goes too far!
Jiang's mother was blinded by hatred and could no longer see anything else. She rushed out and rushed into the backyard, shouting in a sharp voice: "Who allowed you to come!"
Lin Meng was stunned, and raised her face from the cold tombstone. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. What she saw was Jiang Mu, who was obviously much older than before! She thought in her mind, and her body froze, and then
Slowly let go of the hand wrapped around the tombstone!
She knew that she could only visit here today.
Jiang's mother came over angrily and angrily kicked away the flowers, fruits and other objects placed on the tombstone.
"What are you doing?! What kind of "messy" things did you give us Xiaolang?! Don't you think you've harmed him enough? He's already dead, why don't you let him rest in peace?!"
"No, I just came to pay homage to him..." Lin Meng defended in a low voice, feeling a tearing pain in her heart. Then, she suddenly realized that the little guy was being held by Jiang's mother. She was immediately shocked and hurriedly got up from the ground.
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"No need for you to pay homage!" Mother Jiang screamed, looking at Lin Meng, her eyes were bloodshot. With that look, she wanted to eat her alive!
Lin Meng can understand Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's hatred towards her very well, so she is not surprised at all that Jiang's mother hates her so much. Now, she is more worried about Youyou, she is afraid that Jiang's mother will extend her hatred towards her.
When it comes to children, they do things that are detrimental to their children.
"Youyou!"
Lin Meng stepped forward and stretched out his hand, intending to take the little guy back.
Jiang's mother's pupils shrank, her heart felt dull again, her head buzzed, she raised her hand, used all her strength, and slapped Lin Meng in the face without even thinking about it.
"What do you want to do!" She yelled and hugged Youyou tightly protectively!
"Mommy——"
"mom--"
The shouts of the little guy and Jiang Chengfeng came out almost at the same time. As soon as Jiang Chengfeng saw Jiang's mother entering the backyard, he knew something was wrong and hurriedly ran down from the second floor, but it was still a step too late.
The little guy looked at the blood-red slap marks that instantly appeared on Lin Meng's face, and his big eyes suddenly widened. He turned his head, glared at Jiang's mother with hatred, and asked angrily in a child-like sharp voice: "What are you doing?
Why hit my mommy?!"
He stretched out his little hand and was about to beat Jiang Mu! Lin Meng shouted urgently: "Youyou, no!"
The stern voice abruptly stopped the little guy from hitting. Youyou felt aggrieved, flattened his mouth and looked at Lin Meng unhappily.
Jiang's mother was stunned. Only then did she realize the relationship between the child in her arms and Lin Meng!
Is it her child?! How could it be her child?! It shouldn’t be her child! He can be anyone’s child, but it can’t be her child!
Lin Meng took advantage of Jiang Mu's daze and hurriedly took the little guy back from Jiang Mu's arms. Miao Qing quietly inserted himself between Lin Meng and Jiang Mu at this time.
Standing slightly to the side, he looked like he was obviously protecting Lin Meng.
Mother Jiang looked at the child and then at Lin Meng. Her slightly pale face was full of pitiful disbelief!
Lin Meng lowered his eyes, blinked away the last two tears in his eyes, wiped them with his hands, and suppressed his sadness.
"Youyou." She taught seriously: "This is Uncle Xiao Jiang's mother. You can't be rude to grandma, do you understand?!"
"But Mommy, she hit you!" the little guy yelled unhappily.
Lin Meng held down the little guy's little arm that was still about to move, and whispered: "This is what mommy deserves!"
"But -" the little guy frowned, seeming to understand a little but not understanding a little. His little mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say anything else.
Over there, Jiang's mother asked with difficulty. "Your... child?!"
Lin Meng nodded and introduced: "His name is Youyou!"
"Youyou?!" Jiang's mother murmured, looking at the little guy with a complicated expression.
The little guy had a sullen face and said nothing. He was probably still holding his breath!
Lin Meng hugged the little guy tightly, glanced at Jiang Chengfeng, then turned to Jiang's mother, lowered his head, and said apologetically: "Sorry for disturbing you, I'll leave now!"
After saying that, she put down the little one, picked up the plastic bag she carried with her, and packed the fruits, residual incense and other items that were kicked away by Jiang's mother. Jiang's mother stood aside and watched, her arms tightly held by Jiang Chengfeng.
Pulling, my mood became very complicated, and I no longer completely hated it!
She looked at Xiao Youyou again, then at Lin Meng, and took a step forward. The little guy was startled, and bravely stood in front of Lin Meng, spreading his arms to protect him like a little warrior.
Looking at Lin Meng, he yelled childishly at Jiang's mother.
"You are not allowed to bully my mommy!"
Jiang's mother was stunned and shed tears again. Once upon a time, there was a silly boy who opened his arms in front of her and shouted at his father: "You are not allowed to bully my mother!"
Today, the silly boy is still protecting him, but she is no longer that mother!
Jiang Chengfeng frowned. He didn't expect that his mother would come back so soon. There was something wrong with his mother's expression. He didn't want to irritate her too much, so he said to Lin Meng: "You go first, here
You don’t need to clean it up, just leave it to me!”
Lin Meng also knew how unwelcome she was in this family, so she put down the plastic bag she was holding with a "hmm" sound. She picked up the little guy again and told Jiang's mother that she could only apologize.
"Sorry to bother you!"
After saying that, she hugged the little guy and left.
Jiang's mother moved, as if she wanted to chase her. Jiang Chengfeng immediately grabbed Jiang's mother's arm with force. The little guy was held by Lin Meng, with his head next to hers and his chin resting on her shoulder.
With dark eyes, he looked at Jiang's mother warily. Just looking at it, he slowly lowered his eyes. Children don't understand as much as adults, but children's intuition is very strong. He learned from Jiang's mother
In those eyes that were constantly shedding tears, he felt something like a mommy, which made him unable to be hostile to her. Therefore, after he was a little far away from Jiang Mu, he turned his head and huddled in Lin Meng's eyes.
In the hollow of his shoulder, he closed his eyes slightly, no longer looking at Jiang Mu, but his little hands subconsciously hugged Lin Meng's neck tightly.
Seeing this, Jiang's mother felt a pain in her heart. She turned around and threw herself into Jiang Chengfeng's arms. She cried softly and whispered sadly: "Xiaolang, my Xiaolang... wuwu... my Xiaolang...
…”
Jiang Chengfeng lowered his eyes, and his eyes were filled with pain!
Suddenly, Jiang's mother suddenly raised her head from Jiang Chengfeng's chest, pushed Jiang Chengfeng, and shouted anxiously: "He is injured... He still has injuries on his hands... He needs to be given medicine..."
…I need to take ‘medicine’…”
She staggered out and ran out. Under Jiang Chengfeng's puzzled eyes, she walked through the living room and entered the front yard, but she could no longer see that little figure!
"Mom——" Jiang Chengfeng, who was following closely, called out worriedly.
Jiang's mother looked at the empty yard and then at the tree branch with nothing on it. She raised her head and soon began to cry helplessly like a child.
"I want Xiaolang...I want Xiaolang...Give me my Xiaolang...I want Xiaolang..."
After hearing this, Jiang Chengfeng's eyes turned red, and he raised his head suddenly, forcing the tears back into his eyes. After taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, hugged Jiang's mother vigorously, and comforted Jiang Mu in a mute voice.
"Mom, don't cry. Xiaolang will be sad when he sees it. Don't make him sad, okay? Stop crying, don't cry..."
After hearing this, Jiang's mother cried even more sadly as she thought of the childish voice still in her ears!