I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The thought of eating people only briefly flashed in his mind, and An Xiang quickly woke up and focused more attention on An Zimo.

He was the little one, wearing a shirt and jeans that didn't fit well and was worn out. His hair had not been taken care of for a long time, and he was in a mess on top of his head.

The child was very quiet, huddled in the corner of the wall motionlessly, and the dusk fell under those eyes. There was no warm color, only the cold and distant like the ice of winter.

An Xiang played the drums in his heart, and was stunned for a long while without speaking.

After a long period of silence, she blushed and took up the courage to say hello to An Zimo: "Hello, I, I am your mother." The words "Mother" were tenderly entwined on the tip of her tongue. After speaking, she fell into a low voice, uneasy waiting for An Zi. Mo Yinghe.

[Son is so introverted. ]

[It must be shy to see my mother. ]

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh to be so excited that he is speechless! ]

An Xiang's expression was well-behaved, and her inner struggle and roar fell into An Zimo's ears exactly.

He didn't respond, took two steps back silently and pulled the distance away, automatically holding his breath for the annoying inner words.

At the same time, hatred began to ferment.

Since when did he hate his mother and family?

From her as a tool to make money? From her beating him with all kinds of furniture? Or the countless verbal violence that is hard to hear.

An Zimo couldn't explain clearly, all the hatred and unwillingness were reduced to ashes when he fell from the 20th floor of his body.

He originally thought that the body was dead and the soul was gone. But he didn't expect an accident three days ago to wake up his past life memory.

If it weren't for accidentally rolling down the mountain and hitting his head that day, maybe he would be a demented child who didn't know anything in his life, maybe...that would make him happier.

An Zimo is a genius.

He has super high language talent and thinking logic, and his memorable ability allows him to quickly absorb the knowledge he has learned.

Mother fancy this, and began to frequently let him appear on various TV shows and participate in all kinds of competitions. He became a tool for the woman to make money, and the title "child prodigy" gradually became a burden.

At the age of six, An Zimo was diagnosed as painless, and his mother could not accept him. He regarded him as a monster and began to beat and abuse him with all the tools available around him, in the name of helping him treat him.

The blood is red and the heart is cold, so he doesn't feel the pain.

All the emotions that human beings should have gradually lost with domestic violence, and he lived in the world as numb as a walking dead.

On a winter day at the age of fourteen, he left because the world did not deserve him.

But why... why let him come into this world again.

He could feel the difference in this life, inexplicably, from being born to being stupid for three years, he suddenly recovered his memories of the previous life after he crashed his brain, and even possessed the ability to read the mind. As long as others are close to him by half a meter, he can perceive all the thoughts in the other's heart.

At first, An Zimo thought it was a journey, but the painlessness of his previous life was still with him, and there was a face exactly like that woman in front of him.

—Nothing has changed.

Everyone in the village said he was abandoned.

An Zimo was not surprised, after all, the selfish and vain woman was not willing to waste extra money and energy on a waste.

This is a good thing for him.

Next, as long as he continues to pretend to be stupid without revealing his IQ, she will definitely not take away his oil bottle. Just wait for her to leave, the next thing will be much easier.

In any case, An Zimo should not have anything to do with this so-called mother in this life!

He looked around from the corner of his eye, grabbed a stone on the ground and smashed it in An Xiang's face.

When the attack came suddenly, An Xiang's eyes widened and he took a breath, and quickly took a step back with his feet.

Patter.

"Stone" happened to fall five centimeters from her toes, split a few petals, and gave out a faint smell of green grass.

What he threw over was a lump of dry cow dung!

An wanted to hold his breath and stepped back a few steps, and said to An Zimo solemnly, "Baby, why are you throwing cows at me."

An Zimo faced his hand that had grabbed the cow dung: "..." His face was distorted.

"You, come out quickly, it's very dirty to have been squatting with Baba."

An Xiang's words successfully reminded An Zimo.

So he has been spending time with cow dung for a long time?

An Zimo felt a bit of cold, and walked out of the corner with her lips pressed.

The boy was dirty and there were a few weeds hidden in his clothes.

Ann couldn't see it, her face tangled: "Would you like to go there for a wash?" There is a sink next to it, which is very convenient for washing.

An Zimo looked at the faucet that was not far away, then looked at the frowning An Xiang, staying in place and listening quietly.

[Son is so dirty. ]

[Sure enough, my mind is still unclear. ]

[Oh, what can I do...]

After listening to the heartbeat, An Zimo, who was going to wash his hands, touched her clean jeans with an expressionless face in front of An Xiang. Finally, he flicked his head, short legs and long legs. Away.

An thought: "..." Pupils earthquake!

Seeing that he was about to leave, An Xiang also ignored the stains on his trousers, and wanted to grab his son to wash his hands wholeheartedly.

With so many germs, she didn't want to make her son sick.

Relying on the adult's height advantage, An Xiang effortlessly grabbed An Zimo's back collar and successfully prevented him from moving forward.

"Son, you want..."

Before he could speak, he saw An Zimo raising his arms to protect his head tightly. This was a protective measure entirely out of self-instinct.

He closed his eyes tightly, his shoulders shrank slightly, his two small arms tightly shielded his face, and his behavior was full of fear.

An wanted to be stunned, the moisture in his throat was instantly drained, and his dry throat could no longer make a sound.

She slowly let go of her hand, and watched the little body running away without any movement.

An wants to know what An Zimo's behavior just now represents.

People will unconsciously make a protective response when experiencing injury. When the number of injuries increases, this protective response becomes a kind of conditioned reflex. Even a raise of a hand or a look in the eyes will cause the body to resist fiercely.

In the past, An Xiang had to experience these every day.

My son was bullied...

My son may be bullied every day...

When this thought came out, the heartache could not be controlled, and the emotion of sadness and self-blame quickly spread. The nasal cavity became sore, and tears fell.

Ann wanted to wipe away her tears, sniffed and walked into the room.

The living room was crowded with people. The chatting relatives who were drinking and eating meat instantly fell silent when An wanted to come in, and a dozen eyes gathered on her.

"You...think about it?" One of the middle-aged men called out An Xiang's name uncertainly, and then looked up and down her.

An Xiang was born with a small face, the facial features are exquisite and delicate, without any pink, eyebrows are green and immature. It's not like a mother who has given birth to a child, it's more like an unsocial, pure high school student.

She nodded carelessly, her gaze fell to the closed door on the side, and she was in a trance again.

"Did Zi and Zimo go back to the room?" An Xiang faced so many humans for the first time. Although a little nervous and scared, he still plucked up the courage to ask.

"Zimo is in the back room."

Someone pointed to the most remote corner, and Ann wanted to thank him, and walked through the world to the house with difficulty.

The door was closed tightly, and a small window opened at the top.

An Xiang stood on tiptoe and peered through the greasy glass.

It was dark inside and small in size, with firewood and debris piled up in a room less than ten square meters.

An Zimo lay in that mess, pitiful like a mouse.

Ann couldn't believe that his son would bend down in such a place, his head exploded, and his reason was wiped clean by the fire called anger.

She strode into the living room with meteors, her eyes flushed and asked the people in the room, "Why would Zimo sleep there?"

When An Xiang came to see An Zimo secretly last time, An Zimo still lived in the main room where the sun could shine in. She was slow but not stupid, and her son was obviously arranged to pass by maliciously.

The relatives were eating at the dinner table. One of the relatives spit out bones in their mouths and pointed around with chopsticks. He said plausibly: "We have so many people here for funerals, so we can't find a place to sleep? Just these few rooms can sleep well. Originally wanted to squeeze An Zimo and the brothers, but he refused."

"Girl, don't make me bully your son, that was what he asked for!" After speaking, he gave a thoughtful look, "If you feel distressed, why don't you put him in a big house? Isn't it disgusting? He drags the oil bottle."

The fat woman has a contemptuous and aggressive tone.

An wanted to clenched his fists, and was now ready to refute, but without speaking, he was swallowed by the crusades all over the room.

"That is to say, don't give birth if you don't have it after you are born! What is it to blame us now?"

"It's suspected that we robbed your son's house, so who is the hard work of us coming all the way to do the funeral?"

"There are two broken houses that will make you able to bear it."

"..."

A wave of arguing and noisy was higher than the wave, and An Xiang was completely helpless.

In fact, they are all right.

She was born without raising, and was irresponsible; she didn't live that child as a life at the beginning, just a task to achieve her own goals.

She let An Zimo live as a child.

She makes him unhappy, unhappy.

Ann wanted to end her tears silently, and took out the cash she carried from her backpack and put it on the table.

Sure enough, the room was quiet.

"This is my grandfather's funeral expenses. As my granddaughter, I will naturally pay what I should pay."

An Xiang lives in a tall tower all year round. She is far away from the society and doesn't understand the rules of human life. The money was prepared by her before the system came, and she talked a lot about it. At that time, An Xiang was thinking about his son, and he didn't understand much about the specific content.

Thinking of the system, it is inevitable that there is another depression.

"Since there are a lot of people here, then Zimo and I won't stay." An Xiang looked down, picked up an axe on the ground, and came to the door of the chaifang in full view, raised his arms high and swung the axe down—

Boom!

Without splitting the first stroke, An Xiang followed with a second stroke.

Boom!

The fragile wooden door groaned in pain under the continuous ravages of the axe, and An Zimoden was shocked from the ground when he was shocked, staring dumbly at the crack on the wooden door and the sharp blade that was about to go through.

His mother... want to kill him.