Be a scholar after rebirth

Chapter 67 An Ying, You Must Live Well
It was also windy that day, and the rain seemed to be heavier than this.

A teenage boy ran over from the other side of the road, calling for his mother.

But only halfway through, a car sped over from the other side of the road. At this moment, her mother had just picked her up from school, holding her schoolbag in her hand, and was asking her if she was hungry. Just as he was about to answer, seeing the speed of the car, he was so frightened that he forgot to speak.

Of course her mother saw it too, and without saying anything, she ran toward the middle of the road with an umbrella in her hand. She pushed the boy away, but was hit by a car and flew into the air.

An Ying only remembered that at that time she only heard the sound of sudden braking, her eyes were blood red, and her little umbrella.

Her mother lost her life just like that. She ran to call her mother. At that time, she was covered in blood. She saw what her mother wanted to say to her, but she opened her mouth, which was full of blood. He vomited blood and couldn't speak a word.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with you? You don't want to die, don't you want Yingying? Mom, Yingying doesn't want you to die." At that time she cried and called her mother.

Mom just raised her hand and brushed her hair lightly, and her face was also covered with blood.

In the end, her mother only said one word to her, "An Ying, you have to live well."

Then he closed his eyes forever.

I still remember how miserable she was crying at that time, how much blood was on the ground at that time, and the whole road was stained red with blood.

She turned her head to take a look at the little boy, but at this moment, the little boy's mother had pulled the little boy away quickly.

She only had time to see the back of a woman and the eyes of the little boy.

The little boy looked at her in horror, his eyes sparkling.

An Ying clenched her hands tightly into fists, shrunk in a corner of the cabin, shed tears desperately, but she couldn't cry no matter what, her whole body was soaked, and her body was shaking violently.

When Shen Mo came, he saw An Ying who looked like a cat that couldn't find a home.

Holding a black umbrella in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, he threw the umbrella aside, walked quickly to An Ying's side, and stretched out his hand to hug An Ying.

As soon as An Ying raised her head, the first thing that caught her eyelids was a black umbrella that fell in the rain. The umbrella just fell obliquely on the ground, just like the flower umbrella that her mother left behind.

"Mom..." An Ying called out, and threw herself on Shen Mo and hugged her.

Shen Mo's body froze slightly.

This small, soft, cool body shivered in his arms.

He quickly came back to his senses, and with a strong hand, he hugged An Ying, reached into his trousers pocket and took out the key of the wooden house, opened the door of the wooden house, and walked in quickly with An Ying in his arms. .

The wooden house is Shen Mo's studio. To be precise, it is a small studio that Shen Mo intends to give to An Ying. The wooden house is not big, and of course the facilities inside are not perfect. There is no bed, but there is a small sofa.

He put An Ying on the sofa, looked at An Ying's drenched body, frowned, and turned around to get her a dry towel to wipe her hair.

An Ying hugged his neck and refused to let go.

He just squatted in front of the sofa, letting An Ying hug him.

The smell on his body is familiar yet unfamiliar, it smells good, and there is a kind of calming power.

　[Laughing and crying] The painting was stolen because Shen Mo was going to give An Ying a more awesome painting, and it was her mother's painting!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)