I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

He is a restrained person who quickly hides his emotions, and when he raises his head, he has a clean smiling face, "It's okay, I won't blame my mother for this, I believe my mother can think of me someday."

For him, his mother could return to his side again. It was a billionth of luck for him. He would cherish this hard-won maternal love, and would not ask for more or complain about it. An Zimo can learn from An Xiang's heart that she is not indifferent, which is enough for him.

His sensibility turned An Xiang's heart into soft spring water. He raised his hand and rubbed An Zimo's furry head, opened his arms and wrapped him in his arms, feeling that he could be closer to him.

An Zimo leaned in her arms for a while, and said, "Did father tell you?"

"what?"

"Our school organizes camping for two days, and our whole family can go together."

An Xiang has been busy with exams recently, and has never heard Pei Yizhou mention it, so she shook her head honestly.

An Zimo's eyes flickered twice, "If you don't want to go..."

"I want to go!" Before he could finish speaking, An Xiang interrupted eagerly, his twinkling eyes filled with eagerness.

An Zimo pursed his lips and smiled patiently.

He knew that Yi'an, who wanted to try everything he wanted, would definitely not give up this opportunity. Looking at An Xiang's face full of expectations, An Zimo couldn't help but yearn for this journey.

The sky was getting dark, and the hour hand had moved towards ten o'clock without knowing it.

An Xiang gently watched the immature and delicate eyebrows in front of her, and suggested: "Your father is working overtime tonight, do you want to sleep with your mother?"

When she said this, An Zimo couldn't help but feel ready to move, but his reserved heart made him embarrassed to agree so quickly, and he didn't nod his head after twisting for a long time.

His silence made An want to think that he would be wrong with another meaning.

Mo Mo is not five years old this year, and although he is younger, he is much smarter than his peers. It is really not good for him to sleep in a coffin with his mother. An Xiang sighed in her heart, she still wanted to get closer to her son...

An Zimo, who wanted to struggle for a few more seconds, changed his face when he heard these inner words, and hurriedly agreed: "Okay."

Ann, who was thinking about how to bring himself down the steps, didn't expect Mo Mo to accept it suddenly, and he couldn't help but was stunned, his eyebrows were filled with surprise.

Her gaze made An Zimo's face burn, so busy, don't let her see the embarrassment in her look at the beginning, pursed her lips and whispered: "I, I don't particularly want to sleep with you, mainly because you are afraid of you alone. "After that, I added another sentence, "I'll leave when your husband comes back."

"puff."

Ann wanted to laugh. She couldn't help her itching hands. She raised her hands and squeezed them on the swollen face with baby fat. She laughed and joked: "Thank you for taking care of me, Xiao knight."

An Zimo's ears were even redder, and he got up and took out a few books in the small coffin and hugged him in his arms. He raised his head and urged: "Let's go, go to sleep."

Ann wanted to stare at the two thick books in his hands, without saying much, and followed him back to the bedroom.

In addition to the coffin, there is a sofa in the master bedroom. Normally An wants to sleep on the sofa in the morning. If Pei Yizhou comes back late, she will sleep there if she is afraid of disturbing her. Neither An Zimo nor An Xiang had the habit of sleeping. After the children stepped in, An Xiang lay down beside him.

There is no memory in her mind about taking care of children to sleep, but from TV, children need to tell stories when they sleep, but... she has never told anyone a story, nor has any fairy tales stored in her brain. The story, thinking of this, Ann thinks that his life is really pale.

An Zimo glanced at her lightly, leaned on the pillow and opened the two books in front of her, "Which one do you want to listen to?"

"what?"

An Zimo pointed his little finger, his voice soft: "This is Grimm's fairy tale, this is Andersen, which one do you want to listen to?"

Both are original English editions, and the thick books are painted with exquisite retro patterns. An Xiang clicked on one of them with his feelings, and smiled: "Does Mo Mo want to tell mom a bedtime story?"

Since her amnesia, An Xiang has rarely called herself "mother". Her smile is soft and her eyes are kind. An Zimo goes back to the past in a trance. At that time, An Xiang loved him deeply, whether he wanted it or not in the evening. Listen, you will stubbornly find children's stories to read to him. She didn't have much education. When she encountered the slurred words, she read erratically, and then she turned her eyes for help on him.

-She is a mother, but she doesn't care to show her weakness.

At that time, he was stunned by hatred. He lived in the past and did not want to take a half step forward. Thinking about it carefully, he had already been redeemed.

"Mo Mo?" An Xiang approached slightly, "What are you thinking about?"

An Zimo easily concealed the emotions in his eyes, turned a page of the book, "I'm thinking how to treat you well."

An Xiang was taken aback, pursing her lips and chuckling.

"But let's tell the story now." An Zimo was a little embarrassed when he accidentally said what he was thinking, and he changed the subject quietly.

"Actually, Mo Mo has been very good to me." An Xiang never thought that one day she could have a complete family, with a lovely and intelligent child, especially this child is so gentle and caring, all this has been to her That's good enough.

"Momo speaks in Chinese, I don't understand English."

"I know." An Zimo was gentle and accommodating, telling fairy tales in a cute and soft childlike voice. His speech speed is not hurried or slow, the small night light on the side flickers suddenly, and the atmosphere is warm and peaceful.

An Xiang yawned twice, her eyelids gradually darkened, and finally couldn't support her sleepiness, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. She walked into the heavy fog in her dream, and at the end of the fog was a hazy phantom. She saw the phantom gently stroking her swollen belly, and bowed her head to say something from time to time.

An wanted to slowly approach, and finally heard that voice—

"Momo, mother's baby..."

"You have to grow up well."

"I can't stay with you yet, but one day we will be together."

She said a lot, and the voice in the back gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely.

An tried to see more clearly, but accidentally fell from a height. The falling feeling made her heart beat faster, her eyes suddenly opened, and she faced the familiar ceiling above her head.

—It’s a dream.

An Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, supported her body and sat up.

The dazzling light penetrated through the gap between the curtains and the curtains. The place beside him was empty, and An Zimo didn't know when to get up and leave. She glanced at the time again, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She actually lay in bed for so long.

An wants to get up quickly to pack herself, and when she comes downstairs, she sees a happy scene.

Pei Yizhou was out of work today. He wore casual clothes among the children, piled up with a mess of tools beside him, and he himself was working on setting up a tent with Pei Chen. The twins and An Zimo sat around obediently and watched.

"What are you doing?"

"Get up?" Pei Yizhou took time to look at her, and then continued to be busy again, "Tomorrow we are going to camp, the school will let us set up a tent in the wild, I will try it first."

"Oh, the result?"

Pei Yizhou was silent.

It turned out to be difficult, his hand speed couldn't keep up with his brain.

Pei Chen even messed up her hair, and couldn't help asking An Zimo for help, "Will Momo do this stuff?"

An Zimo rolled his eyes.

He knew that these two people were in vain, but didn't he rely on him to waste such a long time?

"Give me the drawing."

Pei Chen respectfully presented the drawing with both hands.

This time the family is going to go there, so they ordered two big tents, which need someone to prop up the edges. An Zimo briefly read the tutorial and commanded them to work in a manner. Finally, under his guidance, The tent was set up without much effort.

The sky-blue tent stood abruptly in the middle of the living room. Pei Nuo had never lived in a tent. His eyes were bright and he couldn't wait to get in. Pei Yan quickly followed in, and the two children huddled in it.

Only then did Pei Yizhou breathe a sigh of relief, as always, "Well, it's good."

An Zimo: "You didn't do anything at all, it's pretty good."

Pei Yizhou: "..."

**

The next day, a family of six got on the kindergarten bus to the camping site.

Among them, Pei Chen took his younger siblings, An Xiang and Pei Yizhou with An Zimo. Their family is too dazzling, it became the focus when they got in the car. Many of these families are mixed races and have a natural sense of fear of pure-bloods. The adults who were still whispering just now stopped talking as soon as they appeared. Even the children who like to make noise did not speak much, and the atmosphere was for a while Deep down to the extreme.

Pei Yizhou didn't care much. After the car started slowly, he leaned into An Zimo's ear and whispered, "Isn't it about performing a show? Are you ready?"

An Zimo took out a small harmonica from his pocket: "I will play this for my mother."

Ann felt energetic when he heard it: "Blow me?"

"Well, mom what do you want to hear."

An wanted to think about it for a long while, but to no avail, shook his head and said: "I can't think of what Momo blows and I listen to it." She has a lot of songs and can't remember the name. An Zimo who can remember the name may not know it, so it's better. He is free to play.

An Zimo stroked the brand new harmonica in his palm, already paying attention in his heart.

"Parents are welcome to participate in this activity during their busy schedule. We will go to Yunlan Lake to participate in a day and night camping. The journey will take an hour and a half. Before that, we can play some mini games or perform some mini shows, so which kid is willing? What about the beginning?"

There were not many people in this bus. Several parents all glanced at Pei Yizhou's side. The children were shy and did not raise their hands.

In the silence, a voice sounded.

"Teacher, I'll come, I'll come!"

The teacher smiled at the back row position: "Student Fu Ze comes first."

The little fat man squeezed away his mother beside him, twisted his **** and walked forward, speaking in a loud voice: "I will sing a song for everyone. The name of the song is "Little Duck"."

After talking, start to sing.

The pitch cannot be said to be a standard, it is simply not in the tune at all.

But he sang seriously and didn't have stage fright at all. The parents and children in the seats were finally amused by Fu Ze. The laughter echoed in the entire carriage, successfully breaking the previously rigid atmosphere.

"Teacher, I'm finished singing." Fu Ze bowed politely and suddenly said, "I just heard Mo Mo say that he is going to play the piano. Teacher, can Mo Mo come up next?"

Fu Ze's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and the teacher was not easy to refuse, so he gently looked at An Zimo's position: "Momo, would you like to come up to the show?"

"Yes! Mo Mo is willing!"

"Teacher, it's just me!"

Pei Yan started booing, he booed together, and the other children also booed, clapping and screaming, making a mess.

An Zimo couldn't help rolling his eyes again, until he got up with the harmonica, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

The teacher bent over and placed the microphone next to his mouth, and noticed the harmonica in his hand at a glance: "Is Momo going to play the harmonica for us?"

"No." An Zimo didn't give the teacher any face, and said with a blank expression, "I will perform for my mother, you guys listen to it by the way."

The teacher was embarrassed: "..." So they just stopped by.

An Xiang also slowly covered his face, her son... can really speak!

"Then, what does Momo want to show to his mother?"

"Richard Clayderman's "Letter to Mother"." An Zimo clenched the harmonica, looked at An Xiang's eyes and said, "Now I want to play for my mother."

The young boy raised his chin slightly, confident and assertive, indifferent and arrogant, but his eyes were shy when he looked at An Xiang. Like other children facing their mother, he was nervous and a little embarrassed.

The author has something to say: there are almost a few more pictures to be finished, and then it’s a special episode~