I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

An Zimo’s birthday happened to coincide with Christmas Eve, and there was no big deal at home. He just gathered all the family together and had a simple meal.

An Zimo was sitting in the middle in a red sweater with a birthday hat on his head. His expression was not so willing, but he didn't force it down.

There are cakes on the table and four candles are lit. The warm candle is not enough to light up the entire room, but it covers everyone at the table.

"Mo Mo, it's time to make a wish." An Xiang looked at him with anticipation.

He was a little awkward.

An Zimo had never had a birthday in his previous life, and his mother was extremely repulsive of his birth. According to her words, if it were not for the benefit of his family, he would definitely drown him in the urinal without hesitation.

His mother hated his birth; he also hated his own birth. The so-called birthday is just an invisible shackle to him.

An Zimo looked at the beautiful and delicate little cake in front of him, everyone expected him to blow out the candles. An Zimo couldn't help but focus on An Xiang.

I can see that she is very happy and in good condition. The skin is not as dark as before, and her eyes are faintly ruddy, and her eyes are brighter than any star.

—She loves him.

An Zimo pursed his lips, his heart filled with happiness.

He pushed the cake over, "let it to you."

"Hey?" An wanted to widen his eyes, very surprised.

An Zimo's little expression is shy and awkward, "I give you my birthday wish."

An wants to watch him silently.

The stared An Zimo gradually lost his patience: "If you don't want it, I will give it to Pei Nuo."

Pei Nuo was surprised and surprised: "Really? Give it to Nuo?"

An Zimo said angrily: "Fake!"

He tightened his lips.

I remember it was a few months ago, or even longer, every time An wanted to pass by the cake shop, she would stop. Even if she didn't say anything, An Zimo could see the envy in her eyes.

[I really miss my birthday too. ]

[I wish I could make a birthday wish. ]

At that time, An Xiang thought so.

An Zimo never understood why she was so envious. It’s just an ordinary birthday, so what if it’s a happy birthday? Today, An Zimo understands the feeling of An wants to stand in front of the cake shop more than anyone, and is more moved by her loneliness and sadness than anyone else.

Outside the window is the vast snowy night, and the warm sun and spring in the window.

The candlelight flickered, and the spot of light jumped lightly on her face, An Xiang pursed her lips, and a warm flower bloomed at the tip of her heart, which made the whole winter so warm.

"Okay, I make a wish."

She closed her eyes religiously, put her hands together, and made a wish earnestly.

[I hope that Momo will go well and become the gentlest man when he grows up. ]

The round table was very small, and her wish was clearly conveyed to An Zimo's ears through her heartfelt voice.

For some reason, An Zimo's heart suddenly felt sour, and it was very uncomfortable.

Ann wanted to blow out the candle, and the light turned on again.

Pei Chen couldn't wait a long time ago, and handed over the birthday present prepared in advance, with a smile on his face: "I wish my grandfather a good life in the East China Sea, and a longevity."

An Zimo pretended not to understand the irony, and calmly accepted the gift.

Next came Pei Nuo and Pei Yan, one of them gave a gift box wrapped in pink; the other was simple and crude without the packaging, and it was opened.

An Zimo didn't dislike it and accepted everything.

"Happy birthday." Pei Yizhou was more simple and rude, and directly sent a share of the company, two real estate certificates and a black card with no limit, which looked like grandparents' handwriting.

This gift is too expensive, An Xiang's eyelids jumped, "I don't think this is suitable for children."

"There is nothing inappropriate, you can take care of it for him first." Pei Yizhou doesn't care about this thing, he is just this one son, and everything is suitable for him.

"You should keep it for him and give it to him when he becomes an adult."

Pei Yizhou listened to these words comfortably, and obediently put the things back into his bag.

Now there is only An Xiang who hasn't given the gift yet. An Xiang, who was locked in her eyes by Shuangshuang, smiled embarrassedly and scratched her head shyly: "...My gift may not be too good."

"It's okay, I won't dislike it."

Hearing what his son said, An wanted to relax and send him a birthday gift that he had wrapped up a long time ago.

Inside is a brand new mobile phone, which is not too novel indeed.

An Zimo turned on the phone and looked at it casually, and found that there were many photos of Zhang Anxiang in the album, and there were hundreds of vlogs. WeChat also had an extra private applet, which seemed to be something privately developed.

An Zimo clicked on the program and found that it was a chat interface with Mom displayed on it. He tried to send a message.

[An Zimo:. ]

Ding.

The other side quickly replied a voice, An Zimo clicked on it, it was An Xiang's voice.

[Momo have a good meal? ]

An Zimo sent a few more casually, all of which were An Xiang's voice messages, or greetings, or caring, or telling him a bedtime story.

"Well, you won't be able to listen to everything for ten years." Pei Yizhou's eyes were smiling. "This is the software your mother asked me to develop for you. If you miss your mother, you can hear her at any time. sound."

An Xiangxing hurriedly said: "We can also use our mobile phone to take a group photo as a screensaver. The camera is also fine. Mom hasn't taken a photo with Momo yet..."

An Zimo, who was studying his new mobile phone, frowned when he heard this, and slowly raised his head: "Why are you about to die?"

An wanted to be stunned, "Momo..."

"I don't care about this." He said with a cold face, and without hesitation, he dropped the phone on the table, the phone rolled twice, and fell to the ground.

The joyful atmosphere not long ago fell into a dead silence with the falling mobile phone.

An Zimo's face was silent, he was not ready to pick up that thing, his tone was cold: "You gave me this, afraid I will miss you when you die? Then you are really thoughtful."

His son's words are sharp, An Xiang puts his hands on his knees, and his fingers are disturbed together.

"Mo Mo, I didn't mean that..." She was very guilty and weak.

An Zimo sneered: "That's what you mean, you think you can't live, so I recorded so many things to comfort my future life."

An wanted to slow down her breath, her son's sharp eyes made people afraid to look straight.

She lowered her head, her long eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped silhouette under her eyelids.

Her silence made An Zimo annoyed.

He didn't like An Xiang's pre-determined date of death, nor did he like her to explain the funeral early, all of which made him feel irritable.

The birthday party was interrupted, and the twins huddled beside their brother and dared not say a word.

Ann didn't want to speak, and kept her head away, wiping tears secretly.

"Don't say you are not dead, even if you are dead, I won't watch it."

"Momo..."

An Zimo jumped off the chair, took off the ridiculous birthday hat on top of his head, with no emotion in his tone: "If you think that after you die, I will be happy to look at your things before you are alive, then you are wrong. I don't like living in memories. , I hate nostalgia even more. If you really want to make me happy, then go back to the hospital for a good treatment now, instead of wasting time on account of the funeral."

After saying this, An Zimo concentrated on preparing to go upstairs.

Ann wanted to stop him: "Then you... won't you take a picture with your mother?"

"No, I don't like taking pictures."

After he finished speaking indifferently, his small body blinked and disappeared in the corner. An wanted to stare at the direction he was leaving for a long time, and finally bent down and picked up the phone to check.

It's not broken, it's not broken, but it doesn't make any sense.

Her eyelashes trembled, her fingers squeezing her phone together.

Her chest hurts so much, An wants to close her eyes and cough a few times, her face pale instantly.

"Think about..." Pei Yizhou helped her up, "I'll talk about him later."

"Needless to say." An Xiang said weakly, "He was right..."

What An Zimo is missing is not only emotion, but also a sense of security.

It took her so long to open a door in his heart, and now she is going out of the door, he must think she has abandoned him again.

Thinking of this, my heart is full of frustration.

"...I'll go back to the hospital tomorrow."

An Xiang originally wanted to spend Christmas with his son, so it seems impossible.

She couldn't help sighing, inevitably becoming decadent.

The birthday party ended hastily. After An wanted to sleep, Pei Yizhou came to An Zimo's room specially.

Sure enough, he did not sleep, curled up on the bay window and stared at the snow outside the window.

The snow on Christmas Eve is very heavy, the city is covered in silver, and the twinkling neon is the moon shining in the snow.

Pei Yizhou closed the door and gave him the phone, "Your mother has been recording for a month, are you sure you don't want it?"

An Zimo snorted coldly and said nothing.

"You made her sad."

"Nonsense, she is obviously hurting her lungs."

Pei Yizhou pulled a pillow and sat across from him, speaking calmly: "Tomorrow your mother will go back to the hospital to continue treatment. The doctor said... the next course of treatment may not be so smooth."

An Zimo's eyes flickered.

Pei Yizhou patted An Zimo on the shoulder, "An Xiang wants to live alone more than anyone, but he will not fear death."

An Zimo looked at the phone, still silent in his hand.

Pei Yizhou got up and left, leaving his thinking space alone.

The corridor was empty, Pei Yizhou loosened his neckline, and the words of the attending doctor echoed in his mind again—

"Miss An Xiang's situation is not optimistic, you still have to be prepared."

"The cells have already begun to spread, and we must increase the course of treatment."

"For Miss Ann, surgery is no longer the best treatment..."

"..."

The air suddenly became dull.

When Pei Yizhou was hesitating to find An Xiang, the phone rang suddenly, and when he saw the name of the caller ID, Pei Yizhou slightly clamped his eyebrows.

After sinking for a moment, Pei Yizhou finally connected: "Hey."

"Pei Yizhou, do you want to make a deal?"

Pei Yizhou squinted his eyes, his figure stretched by the light.

He hung up the phone and followed An Yanze's request to a nearby underground bar.

The bar is forbidden for humans, and it coincides with the festival, and the guests count all with one hand.

Pei Yizhou saw An Yanze at a glance, his eyes were heavy, and he paced over.

"Happy Christmas Eve, President Pei." An Yanze raised his glass, smiling as cold as a cold moon.

He was alienated: "You know, I don't like festivals."

An Yanze smiled lowly: "Your little wife may be running out of time. How about? Do you want to make this deal with me, I will help you to extend your wife's life, and you will help me sit on the seat of An Family, this deal? Steady profit but no loss."

"Are you going to betray the uncle who raised you?"

"I have never trusted, how can I betray." An Yanze's face is hard to see the previous gentleness, "You know my ability, saving lives is easy, and all I want is An's Enterprise. You also know where An Heyuan is. The position is precarious. As long as you unite your affiliated companies to suppress it and pull him off the horse, it will be easy. You and I will work together, and the inside should be combined. In the end, you will get more than just An's."

Pei Yizhou sneered: "President An is very loud, but why should I believe you?"

"You want to save your wife's life."

"I want to save my wife's life." Pei Yizhou's eyes were cold, "but you really will go back and deal fairly with me regardless of your ability? Sorry, I don't trust you."

An Yanze was born to take vitality, even in the blood clan, such an ability is extremely rare.

Such a talent is accompanied by a fatal backlash.

If you take one minute of the life of others, you will also lose one minute of life; if you take one year of life, you will lose ten months of life; Back pain.

So An Yanze was born rarely used.

Until one day, on a whim, An Yanze put the day of life taken from the blood servant on the dying bird, and the bird actually lived an extra day.

After seeing this scene, An Heyuan began to force him to use his abilities to continue his life. Every time he used his abilities, An Yanze would suffer untold hardship.

Indeed, he will not make himself miserable for the unimportant.

Pei Yizhou looked at his suddenly gloomy face mockingly, "Or, Mr. An can let me see your sincerity first."

Sincerity?

An Yanze's expression was tense, how could he really save An Xiang's life. If An wants not to die, then the soul will never return to the body, and she will never belong to him.

An Yanze originally thought that Pei Yizhou would accept the transaction without hesitation, but now it seems that he is highly valued about his feelings for An Xiang.

The man chuckled, his smile full of sarcasm: "An Yanze, have I told you."

An Yanze looked up.

He condescendingly stares at this, "Your soul is gray."

Gray represents deception and conspiracy.

He narrowed his gaze, took two steps, and paused: "But don't worry, I will get rid of the house, but it's not for you."