Although it was daytime, the floor-to-ceiling curtains were almost closed, and a few strands of golden light filtered into the home.
This family would rather keep the lights on during the day.
I don't want to let the sun shine in either.
It's as if he is used to living in a world where no light can be seen.
This is Bai Jiuting's home.
Bai Jiuting's nanny, surnamed Fang, has been responsible for taking care of Bai Jiuting's daily life and picking up and dropping off from kindergarten.
Bai Jiuting was bored at home during the weekend.
I can only play with myself or read books to pass the time.
Because of this, she often plays math puzzle games by herself and develops extraordinary calculation skills.
"Bang." There was a sound.
It sounded like a door being opened.
Bai Jiuting was reading a book. When she heard something moving downstairs, she raised her head from the book and glanced down in confusion.
Butler Fang shouted upstairs, "Tingting, come downstairs quickly. Your mother is back."
Bai Jiuting was stunned, and the book in her hand fell to the ground.
Mom, a familiar yet unfamiliar title.
She mentioned to Qiao Ze'an that she actually had no memory of her mother and could not remember the last time she saw her. Although her father had shown her photos, she still felt strange.
Today, she finally got to see her mother.
In her heart, she was both looking forward to and afraid.
She was looking forward to it because, what child doesn't look forward to his mother? She wanted to ask in her heart why she was always handed over to Butler Fang and never took care of her. Is it because she didn't like her, or was there something wrong with her?
I am afraid because I have no real sense of the name mother and always feel strange.
She stood up shakily.
Go down carefully from the second floor.
In the living room, a woman is sitting on a wheelchair. She is wearing a loose kimono with pink cherry blossoms printed on it. Her long black hair has exceeded her waist and is neatly combed. Only in the middle, it is lightly tied with cherry blossom gauze.
One way.
Her back, thin and frail, was facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Open the curtains," she ordered.
"Yes, ma'am." Butler Fang replied respectfully, and then pressed the automatic curtain controller.
Suddenly, the infinitely beautiful sunshine shines in, and the light golden color immerses everything around you, making it extremely warm.
Bai Jiuting walked to the middle of the living room, looked at the wheelchair, and looked at her back.
The light was so strong that she felt it was a bit dazzling, so she stretched out her hand to block it.
The person in front of her is her mommy? Why is mommy sitting in a wheelchair?
Bai Jiuting wanted to call her mother, but hesitated. She still didn't dare to call her mother.
The woman in the wheelchair gently turned the chair and turned around.
She is very thin, with obvious bone structure, and her face is slightly pale.
She is as beautiful as in the photo, with round black eyes, curved eyebrows and a little red lips, like an exquisite enamel doll.
"Tingting, I'm mommy." Long Yaoji showed a soft and sweet smile.
Bai Jiuting was even more stunned.
Is this her mommy?
Although I have missed it for a long time, even though I have seen the photos.
But when she stood in front of her, she felt a stronger sense of strangeness. Has she seen her before? Why does it feel like she has never seen her before? Is it really her mommy?
She became unsure.
At this time, fear took over and there was no hope in my heart.
Butler Fang pushed Bai Jiuting, "What are you doing stupidly? Call Mummy."