I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

Pei Yizhou invited the best etiquette teacher.

The etiquette teacher was a little confused when he first saw An Zimo. The young boy sat backlit with gloomy eyebrows, and the corners of his eyes were filled with silence that did not belong to this age.

"Mo Mo, this is Teacher Xu."

An Zimo nodded, stood up, looked up at the young etiquette teacher, paused, and stretched out his hand.

The etiquette teacher was taken aback for a moment, and then held the cold little hand.

Pei Yizhou had something to do next, so he left space for the two of them.

It was quiet for a long time. When Teacher Xu was thinking about how to break the silence, An Zimo suddenly said, "Can you teach me to smile?"

"Hey?"

"Smile." An Zimo pursed his lips, and thought about handing him a photo close to his chest, "Like this." He pointed to the woman in the photo and said.

That is amazing.

She smiled like a flower in the sun, incredibly gentle.

Teacher Xu suddenly remembered the servant's advice that the young child had just lost his mother and was determined to die. She silently put her eyes on the scar under An Zimo's collar, and slowly nodded in agreement.

Smiling, crying, laughing, these are the expressions that humans are born with. But An Zimo seldom laughed, he would sneer, ridicule, and ridicule, but he would not laugh gently with others. Facing himself in the mirror now, he pulled the corners of his lips stiffly, drawing out a very strange and indescribable smile.

The corner of Teacher Xu's eyes throbbed, and his tone was euphemistic: "You can relax."

An Zimo frowned: "I put it loosely."

Teacher Xu said: "It's too deliberate, so it looks unnatural. Look at me and smile like this." After speaking, she showed a standard smile with four teeth in the mirror.

An Zimo was thoughtful, and started to laugh after learning his way.

"Relax."

"Don't make your muscles so stiff."

"You can think of something happy."

Happy thing?

An Zimo's mind couldn't help but think of getting along with An Xiang, and then he slowly drew an inconspicuous smile.

That smile was the brilliant brilliance that bloomed on his face. Teacher Xu's eyes lit up and he was extremely excited: "Yes, yes, that's it! Keep it up!"

An Zimo remained in the mirror for a long time, until the teacher left, still keeping this smile, even when facing the three brothers and sisters.

"Good noon, grandchildren."

puff--

The water Pei Chen had just drunk choked his throat directly.

He turned his head and looked at An Zimo who was smiling like a robot, frowning, his expression became weird.

An Zimo completely ignored Pei Chen's unnaturalness, sat back to his position, with a straight spine, and elegant use of a knife and fork.

Pei Chen: "......?"

Pei Chen swallowed and said cautiously: "Zimo, are you okay?"

An Zimo didn't raise his eyebrows, "You can't speak when you eat, don't talk when you eat."

"..."

This is the fuck! ! !

Pei Chen knew that An Xiang's death was a huge blow to An Zimo, but now that it has been two months, he can understand that he hasn't walked over. It won't... won't have a big change in temperament.

Pei Chen felt very uncomfortable, "Zimo, do you want to go out to play tomorrow?"

An Zimo shook his head: "I want to learn."

"what?"

"I'm going to a genius class in High School."

No. 1 Middle School is the best middle school in Jiangcheng. Ten years ago, the country set up a genius class to recruit children with exceptional IQs. An Zimo is less than five years old this year, even in the talented genius class, he will become the youngest and most top-notch existence.

Pei Chen felt even more uncomfortable.

An Xiang is not happy to let An Zimo experience teaching ahead of time, and is afraid that he will miss his free childhood. Now that An Xiang is gone, An Zimo's childhood also ends here.

With a sour heart, he bowed his head and forcibly held back his tears, and said, "Does your father agree?"

An Zimo nodded: "Yeah."

"But No. 1 Middle School is far away from home, you..."

"It's okay, I can take care of myself."

He has always taken care of himself...

An Zimo suddenly thought of An, and gave his wrist a stop, then lowered his head to continue cutting the steak.

An Zimo will study etiquette seriously in the next few days. He will greet the servants, play with Pei Nuo patiently and tenderly, teach Pei Yan homework, and smile gently no matter who he is. The smile is like a mask embedded in the skin. It looks good, but it will make people who know him shudder. The twins who originally wanted to continue playing with him were frightened, and avoided every time they saw An Zimo.

He eats on time, sleeps on time, and his behavior is exactly like a robot programmed in advance.

"Pei Chen, do you need me to teach you to learn?"

An Zimo couldn't find anyone else, so he came to Pei Chen's room.

Pei Chen, who was having a headache with physics, thought for a while, and shook his head: "No."

"Well, then I won't bother you." An Zimo finished speaking, slowly exiting the room.

He had never been so polite before.

Pei Chen sighed as he watched An Zimo leave, vaguely aware of his change. It's nothing more than wanting to be a good child, nothing more than wanting to be another peaceful mind.

But--

There is only one An Zimo, he doesn't need to be anyone at all.

Pei Chen got up and chased after him, and saw An Zimo still practicing smiling in the mirror, holding the picture of An Xiang in his hand, and imitating.

"An Zimo, don't practice." Pei Chen stepped forward and drew the photo into his palm, "Enough."

An Zimo's expression flashed in the picture of the release, "Give it to me." His expression was bad, his eyes were murderous, and he realized that something was wrong, and his eyes flashed with irritation. He curled his lips and said mildly, "Pei Chen, please return the photo to me."

Pei Chen was really fed up. Taking advantage of his height, he held the photo aloft to prevent An Zimo from succeeding, "Sister An Xiang has already left."

"Give me."

"It doesn't make any sense for you to do this."

"I said... give it to me."

An Zimo repeated it over and over again, no longer impatient, his eyes were full of undisguised hostility.

His appearance made Pei Chen hesitate, but he still said: "You abandon your nature like this and become a so-called good child. Do you think that sister An Xiang will be happy when you see it? No, she can't see it, because she is no longer there. Sister An Xiang wants you to be gentle and sensible, but it is definitely not this superficial gentle and sensible. An Zimo, ask yourself, is your smile from the bottom of your heart? No, you are just deceiving yourself."

An Zimo, who was said to be the central issue, began with a hoarse voice: "Don't worry about it."

"After Sister An Xiang left, everyone was very uncomfortable. But Momo, you still have my father, I, Pei Nuo and Pei Yan, we will all grow up with you, watching you go through the changes in the world and become truly gentle People. So...you don't do this anymore, okay?"

In the end, it was cautious, almost pleading.

An Zimo pursed his lips and slowly moved his eyes away, "I only want my mother."

"Zimo..."

"You don't understand at all." He said much lazily, bypassing him and preparing to leave.

Pei Chen was annoyed and shouted at An Zimo's back: "An Zimo, do you think you are the only one who lost your mother?"

An Zimo's shoulders trembled, and the pace stopped.

The boy's eyes were red, and he tried his best to endure crying, "When my parents passed away, my younger siblings were less than a month old, and they didn’t even have time to call my parents. Am I not pitiful? Are my younger siblings not pitiful? You still have my father. , With us, can we live together well in the future?!"

He bit his lower lip and said nothing.

Pei Chen calmly breathed, walked over and bends over and handed him the photo: "We all like your fierce appearance, don't learn that **** etiquette tomorrow, even if we don't know how to be polite, so what? Dare to put one."

An Zimo took the photo, and slowly put his forehead against Pei Chen's stomach, like a little tiger with his armor removed, full of powerlessness and grievance.

He curled his lips uncomfortably, crouched and hugged the person in his arms, "So... would you like to go out with us?"

"Ok."

"Where is the genius class?"

"Stop it now."

After getting an answer, Pei Chen smiled and messed An Zimo's hair.

After today, An Zimo resumed his usual routine, and the etiquette class was still taking place, but he was not as paranoid as before. He goes to school during the day, teaches his grandchildren homework at night, and goes out to play with his family on Sunday, so he has a fulfilling life.

An Zimo would go to the cemetery every night and talk to An, he would talk when he grew taller, would talk when he got a little red flower, and even Pei Chen would tell him if he failed the exam.

In the blink of an eye, summer, his thoughts of his mother spread to his bones.

But An Zimo knew...the dead can't come back, just like the ice and snow that melted into the ground can't bloom.

**

The next day, An Zimo did not go to school, but was dragged to a place by Pei Yizhou.

He didn't say where to go, until he arrived at the destination, Pei Yizhou urged: "We will go to see An Yanze later, don't talk after seeing him, remember to listen to his mind, and don't miss any details."

An Zimo was clever and immediately understood Pei Yizhou's meaning.

Over the past few months, Pei Yizhou has been investigating An Yanze secretly, and now he must have found something in the hall.

After entering the door, the father and son were taken to the meeting room.

Not long after, An Yanze came over from the study.

"Sorry, I handled a work call and asked Pei Dongjiu to wait."

An Yanze wears comfortable casual clothes with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which looks like a crowned beast.

"It's really surprising that Dong Pei can spare time to visit the humble house during his busy schedule."

Pei Yizhou didn't care about the man's cynicism, looked at him coldly, and said after a while, "Where is my wife."

He spoke directly, shocking everyone present.

An Yanze maintained the astonishment on his face, "Dong Pei, did you make a mistake?"

Pei Yizhou directly threw the papers he brought over, "Your sister An wants to pass away due to a blood allergy. A few days later, the body was taken away and destroyed by you. But it is strange that Mr. An actually burned the corpse of an unknown woman in the morgue that day. "

Pei Yizhou's eyes were burning, as if he was about to burn his soul, and his tone was harsher: "President An, you and I both know my wife's identity, so there is no point in concealing it, so...what about my wife?"