[Quick Pass] Why Don’t You Love Me

Sooner or later, I took the book and sat down beside the boy, looking at him with a smile. The boy glanced at her a little cautiously, feeling that it was a bit awkward to be watched and eaten like this, but the woman's eyes were so gentle and beautiful, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

After more than ten minutes, all the children who stayed here were picked up by their parents, but the boys still had no one to pick them up. He looked at his watch, it was already dark, and he was too embarrassed to stay in the food room anymore, so he stood up and left. Sooner or later, he hurriedly called to stop him: "Is anyone here to pick you up?"

The boy shook his head: "I will wait outside."

She laughed later: "It's okay. I'll study the recipe for a while, and it won't close immediately. Just wait here. After reading the book, you can do your homework here first."

The boy hesitated. He was still a child, and there was no one in the quiet outside. He was a little scared. So after listening to it late, I took out my homework from my schoolbag and started writing seriously.

Although he is not very old, his writing is very good. Sooner or later he watched his child do his homework intently. Those homework seemed very simple to him, because he wrote out the answers almost without thinking. "My name is Chiwan, what is your name?"

"Feng Jing."

"Do you have a nickname?"

The boy suddenly looked up from the book: "My nickname is only my mother can call."

Sooner or later, he just smiled softly, but the boy made a blushing face because of his guarded tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."

"It's okay." Sooner or later, he reached out and touched his head. He could see that he wanted to avoid it, but because of her gentleness and love, he obediently rubbed her for some reason. "So as compensation, is it okay to tell me your nickname?"

"A little bit." Feng Jing suddenly became a little shy. "Mom always tells me to order."

"This name is too cute, can I call you that?"

Feng Jing struggled for a long time, but finally agreed: "You are the only one allowed to call."

He didn’t know why he had such a good impression of this aunt. He even told her the nickname that no one was allowed to call. Feng Jing didn’t know what was wrong with him. He obviously didn’t like others to be close to him, and he didn’t like to follow others. It’s too close, but why... Is it because this auntie has the feeling of a mother? Don't know, he doesn't know. For too long, he has forgotten what his mother is like. Dad burned all the pictures of his mother, and everything about his mother was completely clean at home. He didn't know what else he could use to miss her.

"Good little, it's treated as our secret, okay?" She talked to him like an adult, but she held out her finger naively to pull the hook with him.

"Auntie, you..." Feng Jing stopped talking, too childish, even he knew that the hook was fake, and no one could say anything. But looking at the soothing eyes, he still stretched out his fingers involuntarily.

Hanging on the hook, it won't change for a hundred years.

The atmosphere was just right. Suddenly the car lights came in from a distance, and a luxurious car stopped at the door of the food house. It was squinted by the light. Soon, the car door opened and walked down a man wearing a neat suit and a long suit. Very delicate man. He is about 1.75 meters tall, with a good temperament and gentle, but when he sees him, the lovely Feng Jing immediately becomes cold and frosty.

The wind rang, and the man opened the door and walked in. He first smiled at Chi Wan, then walked to Feng Jing and said softly: "Sorry, uncle came late today. I really can’t get away with surgery. Open, your father is busy at work..."

"Stop talking." Feng Jing grabbed his schoolbag on his back, ignoring the man and walked forward.

The man smiled apologetically at Soon, and then caught up with him: "Point—"

"You are not allowed to call me that!" Feng Jing turned his head and stared at the man with hatred.

The man's eye injury flashed past. "Sorry, let's go home, Xiao Jing."

"That's my house, not yours." Feng Jing calmed down again, and said coldly, "If you want a face, don't rely on my house, and don't rely on my father."

After he finished speaking, he looked as if he had thought of something, and looked at it later, afraid that she would show a look of disgust, biting his lip and ran out.

The man turned around and said sorry to Chi Wan, and hurried after him.

Sooner or later, he smiled and said, "It's okay."

Yes, it does not matter.

It was not me that he scolded. It's not me who is shameless, nor is it me who is occupying the magpie's nest.

What should I care about?

Soon, he turned around and pulled down the shutter door, showing a gentle and gloomy smile.

The next day, Feng Jing came again, still ordered a strawberry cake, and still delivered a glass of milk. He was sitting on the sofa, small and lonely, looking so devastated. Sad light flashed in those beautiful **** and white eyes. It is hard to imagine that this kind of emotion was manifested in a child who was so young. Other children at his age should be talking to their parents. Acting like a baby, he pestered his father to buy toys and his mother played with him, but he was too precocious and too lonely.

He is the only person in the store today. When Shiwan walked over, he raised his big eyes and looked at Shiwan, shed tears.

Who knows why, he feels very close when he sees this aunt, better than seeing his father, if he can, he really doesn't want to go back to that home! If this were in front of others, he would certainly not be so vulnerable, but this aunt...this aunt...

"Why are you crying?" Soon after, he was startled, and quickly sat next to him, took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears.

There is a faint fragrance on the handkerchief, which is so familiar...Feng Jing suddenly lost his senses. Although he could not remember what his mother looked like, he hadn't forgotten the smell of her mother for a day. Although, both father and that person said they would forget her.

He felt thirsty after taking a bath last night, so he went to the kitchen to find water. When he passed the study, he heard the man's grievance crying, and his father comforted him and said that sooner or later, he would forget his mother cleanly and accept it again. He, Feng Jing was scared, his father was so sure, would he really forget his mother completely soon? He can no longer remember her tenderness, her taste, her embrace?

He must not forget! But in fact, he really doesn't remember what his mother looks like. Except for the fabric wallet, he doesn't have any mother's stuff.

Dad deliberately wants to forget his mother, but he has already remembered things, he will not forget, he will not forget, he will never forget! As long as he stays in this home for a day, that person shouldn't want to be a member of the family!

Thinking about it, he suddenly threw himself into the arms of the late. That is the taste in his memory. When his father is not at home, his mother is holding him and taking him, and it is the mother who makes him delicious food to play with him. It is the mother who loves him wholeheartedly. These are given to him by his mother. He will never forget! Never!

After a while, he just froze for a while, and then he encircled Feng Jing's body. He is so young. Although he behaved very precociously, he was only an eleven-year-old child after all. "A little bit..."

"Mom..." he cried out crying.

Sooner or later, I was shocked!

"Mom... Mom, where did you go? Why don't you come back to see me? Um..."

Little children can bear even crying.

Sooner or later, I suddenly felt cruel. She didn't want to recognize her child, because she was afraid that her bad control of her emotions would reveal her stuff, but also because before the time, she couldn't bear to see Feng Jing so sad.

But Feng Jing suddenly felt that this aunt, who looked like his mother, hugged him, and held him so tightly!

"A little bit..." whispered to him after a while.

The voice was so gentle and gentle, as the mother in memory called him. It is because of the obsession with the late taste and sound that Feng Jing will come to the food shop again, otherwise he would not like to eat snacks, the students all love to come here, only he does not love, but the first time yesterday, he just came here I don't want to go anymore, it's the same today, the ghost walked in.

"I'm mom."

Feng Jing was stunned.

He lifted his head in his arms and looked at her. Maybe it was the nature of mother and child. After saying this later, Feng Jing didn't even doubt it, but looked at her stupidly: "...Mom?"

"It's mother, I'm sorry baby, mother shouldn't deny you." Sooner or later, he hugged Feng Jing tightly, and the missing heart finally came back. "Can you forgive mother?"

Perhaps the surprise came too suddenly. Feng Jing didn’t recover for a while, so he stared at him stupidly. He is a very clever boy, can he be clever? His father was chosen among so many women. IQ and appearance belonged to the first-class late, and he gave birth to him. There is no doubt that Feng Jing is a genius.

But geniuses also have an ordinary side. "Are you really a mother?"

Sooner or later, he nodded slightly.

Feng Jing looked at her blankly for a while, then suddenly cried with his arms around the late neck: "Wow-I'm sorry, mom! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll never talk to that person again! I'll never like it again. That person! Don't don't want me! Don't don't want me! Wow--"

It was a miserable cry to that. Soon and late, it was distressed and funny. She saw that revenge was not a matter of one day or two. She hadn't been able to bear it for several years. Was she still afraid of this for a while? Even if acquaintance with Diandian will cause things to change, that doesn't matter. Compared with revenge, Diandian is her most important baby! "Mom won't want you, be good, don't cry, okay?"

Feng Jing listened to her very much. She told him not to cry. He stopped crying. She tried her best to **** in her nose and tears and looked at her blindly. Two little hands were holding her neck and not letting go. That posture seemed to come sooner or later as soon as she let go. Disappearing is not the same.

Well, it is true in his heart.

His mother's appearance may have been blurred in his heart, but he would never forget her painful cry and sharp eyes.

He swore that he would never make his mother so sad again.