Lin Zicong did not stay here to eat. When the child was not paying attention, Aunt Chen quietly asked Su Cen: "What's wrong with your eyes?"
Su Cen didn't say anything, his eyes turned red for a moment, then he dropped the vegetables he was picking and returned to the room.
After returning to the room, she turned on the computer, found all the photos of Yangyang from childhood to adulthood, clicked through them one by one, and finally burst into tears after seeing them.
Yangyang has been noisy since she was a child and has never given her peace of mind. When she was just one year old and could talk, she would call her mother every day when she woke up.
When she picked him up, he hugged her and kissed her non-stop.
When he was a little older, Yangyang watched TV and saw a child washing his mother's feet, so he also brought a basin of water in a decent manner, brought his own little horse and sat in the entrance hall, holding his chin and waiting for her to come back.
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He was still so young, less than two years old, how could she safely hand over Yangyang to others? Thinking of this, Su Cen couldn't stop her tears from rolling down. She couldn't help it any longer, got into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and screamed
I cried loudly. After a long time, I covered my eyes with cold water and then walked out of the bathroom slowly.
While eating, Yangyang bit her chopsticks, blinked her dark eyes, and asked in a sweet voice, "Mom, what's wrong with your eyes? They're red, like rabbits."
Su Cen tried his best to put on a normal-looking smile, cleared his throat, and said softly: "Mom accidentally rubbed it into her eyes when she was chopping the peppers."
"Haha! Mom, you are so stupid!" The little guy giggled.
Su Cen put a piece of broccoli into his bowl, touched his little head and said, "Yes, mom is very stupid, and she will have to rely on Yangyang to take care of her in the future."
The little guy puffed up his chest proudly, "Of course, I'm a man, hehe."
After dinner, she let Yangyang play in the living room, while she hid in the children's room to help Yangyang pack up his usual clothes. The little guy had sensitive skin and could only use one brand of talcum powder and shower gel, so she specially changed the name
Write it down and prepare to give it to that person when the time comes.
Su Cen packed his clothes and looked at the little guy playing in the room. Thinking that he would not be able to see him tomorrow, his eyes turned red and he started to cry again, but he was afraid that the child would see it, so he quickly wiped them away.
Shen Mohan didn't come the next day, only Ling Yue came.
Ling Yue looked embarrassed, touched his nose and said hello, sister-in-law.
Su Cen had no expression on his face and said coldly: "I'm not your sister-in-law."
Seeing her like this, Ling Yue didn't dare to speak anymore.
Su Cen led Yangyang out of the room, found the small round hat he usually wore and helped him put it on. He also found the small satchel that Yangyang usually carried, and then the water bottle.
The little guy thought his mother was going to take him out to play again, so he raised his face excitedly and asked, "Mom, where are we going?"
Su Cen's eyes were sore, and after a while, he slowly said: "How about Yangyang and Uncle Ling Yue go out to play for a few days?"
Although they had only met once, Yangyang had a good impression of Uncle Ling Yue. He tilted his head and asked, "What about mom? Isn't mom going?"
Su Cen quickly wiped his eyes, then raised his head again and tried his best to smile and said: "Go ahead, Yangyang will follow Uncle Ling Yue first. Mom, wait for Uncle Lin to come over and then look for you, okay?"
"Mom, I want to be with you..." The little guy hugged Su Cen's legs and acted coquettishly.
Su Cen almost burst into tears. He tried his best to control his emotions and lied in a hoarse voice, "Baby, be good. Uncle Ling's car has too much stuff in it, and it can't fit two adults. Mom and Uncle Lin will arrive soon."
Oh, can you and Uncle Ling Yue go first?"
"Then...Okay, you have to hurry up." The little guy pouted, a little unhappy, but he didn't want his mother to think he was not good, so he nodded.
Ling Yue saw Su Cen carrying a trolley case and guessed that it was probably full of children's daily necessities. He couldn't help but said, "Sister-in-law, there is no shortage of things over there."
Su Cen had red eyes, pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing, for fear that she would cry if she opened her mouth.
Ling Yue sighed softly, took the box and put it into the trunk of the car.
A child seat was also installed in the car. I don’t know whether Ling Yue was careful or Shen Mohan did it deliberately.
After Yangyang got into the car, he waved vigorously to his mother and Aunt Chen: "Mom, come here with Uncle Lin quickly~"
As soon as the little guy got on the car, Su Cen's legs softened and her whole body slid down. Fortunately, Aunt Chen helped her in time. She couldn't help it anymore and tears fell down.
Seeing this situation in Ling Yue's eyes, Ling Yue felt uncomfortable in his heart. As soon as he got into the car, he asked the driver to start the car quickly.
Yangyang asked Ling Yue strangely: "Uncle, mom seems to be crying. Why is mom crying?"
Ling Yue did not answer, but tried to change the topic: "What cartoons does Yangyang like to watch?"
"Teletubbies, Doraemon, Xi Yangyang and Big Big Wolf..." Yangyang counted them one by one with his fingers to Uncle Ling Yue, but midway through, he looked at the spacious interior of the car and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Sit in the car
You have to leave mom and Uncle Lin behind!"
Children's intuition is very accurate. The little guy was stunned for only a second, pursed his lips, and asked Ling Yue: "Uncle, does mom not want me anymore?"
Before Ling Yue had time to speak, the little guy's big eyes were instantly filled with tears. He struggled to look out the car window, but his mother's shadow was long gone outside the car window.
A little face turned red with anger, and he kept kicking and beating with his feet, screaming: "Let me go back! Let me go back, I want to go back to find my mother! My mother said she won't let me go! Wuwuwu!"
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Ling Yue was silent, with a troubled look on his face. Seeing the child like this made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't know how to tell the truth to such a young child.
The little guy struggled for a long time, crying and twitching. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he finally fell silent, lowered his little head, and wiped his tears fiercely while whispering: "I will be good and obedient, I will."
I will never make my mother angry again, uncle, please, can you please send me back to my mother?"
Looking at the pitiful look of the little guy, Ling Yue's heart twitched, and he thought, what kind of evil is this, making a child so sad!
"Yangyang is good, uncle will come back to pick up mom..."
"You're lying, mom doesn't want me anymore, she doesn't want me anymore, but...but I want my mom, I want my mom..." The little guy thought of what Su Cen said that night, not to mention how desperate he felt in his heart.
Seeing the little guy crying like tears, Ling Yue almost couldn't help but send the child back, but he still held it back in the end.
By the time Shen Mohan got in the car, the little guy had stopped crying. He just sat there silently, not even looking at his biological father, and his little body was shaking twitchingly.
When Shen Mohan saw this, he didn't say anything. He just straightened the crooked round hat on Yangyang's head, and then ordered the driver to drive.
The little guy flattened his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, big tears rolled down. He twitched and said angrily: "Can you take me home?"
He remembered that his mother said that this fierce-looking uncle was his father.
So the little guy tried hard not to cry. He wiped his tears with his chubby hands and thought to himself, I have to be good so that he can send me home.
Seeing that Shen Mohan didn't speak, the little guy said again: "Dad, can you take me home?"
Hearing that title, Shen Mohan's expression softened a little, and he turned to Yangyang and said, "Don't you want to live with dad?"
In fact, seeing his son crying like this, Shen Mohan felt uncomfortable. In his heart, Su Cen didn't know what this would be like.
The little guy's little face turned red and he didn't speak.
After a long time, he lowered his head and asked softly: "Mom, did she really give me to you?"
Shen Mohan looked at his son whose facial features were very similar to his own, and a soft feeling suddenly surged in his heart.
The big hand rubbed Yangyang's head, and then lowered his voice and said, "You know? You didn't have to worry about it when you were a child. Dad changed your diapers every day."
Shen Mohan wanted to please, and after thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone, called up a video, and smiled at the little man in front of him: "Yangyang has seen when he was just born. His father was very happy at that time, holding him
You show off to your uncles everywhere..."
Before he finished speaking, Yangyang turned his face to the side, with a cry in his voice: "Mom, why doesn't she want me?!"
Shen Mohan was stunned for a while without saying anything, then slowly took the phone back and thought to himself, Son, I didn't expect your mother to be so cruel.
Seeing that he was silent and not aggressive, Yangyang stretched out her legs and kicked the seat in front of her hard, gritting her teeth and saying, "Mom, she won't let me go! She said she won't let me go!"
After all, he was still a child under two years old. Yangyang soon started crying again, crying so hard that he was out of breath: "Mom, she promised to take me to see Doraemon! Liar! Big liar! She
Why don’t you want me! I hate her! I hate her!”
Shen Mohan looked at his extremely frantic son and said nothing. He just used his slender fingers to press the painful temple.
By the time we got on the plane, the little guy was tired of crying and fell asleep as soon as he sat down in his seat.
Shen Mohan took the blanket from the flight attendant, shook it out, and carefully wrapped the sleeping little guy.
Child Shen Yanjiang still has tears hanging on his eyelashes, and he doesn't look pitiful.
Shen Mohan sighed softly, stretched out his hand to gently wipe it off for him, then leaned down and kissed his forehead, and then carefully observed the little guy's face.
The little guy's eyes, nose, and eyebrows all look like his own, but his long and curly eyelashes and red lips and white teeth are inherited from his mother.
Just as I was thinking about it, the little guy kicked his short legs. He probably had trouble sleeping in his dream, and his little brows furrowed.