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Chapter 12 Understanding
Chapter 12 Understanding
Su Xiaomu paused for a moment and then said "um", suppressed her rapid heartbeat and quickly got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat and leaned in to wake her son up, but the back of her hand warmed up in vain, she raised her eyes in amazement, not knowing when to get off Jing Yan from the car held her hand on the other side, shook his head slightly, and said "I'll hug him" with his lips, then firmly carried his son out of the car with both hands, and strode toward the corridor .

She regained her senses, quickly closed the car door, chased after him and patted Jing Yan on the shoulder, and waited for him to turn around before she whispered, "Yeah, the car hasn't been locked yet." He seemed afraid of waking the child, so he didn't say anything, just Turning sideways and raising her right hand slightly, she quickly understood what he meant, took out the remote control key from his pocket, turned around and let out a "di" from a distance.With such an interval of two seconds, he was far away from her again. Xiaoyao was already nine years old, but seeing him holding him firmly, he was so relaxed that he didn't even feel any strain.

Back home, Jing Yan gently put Xiaoyao on his bed, and Su Xiaomu helped him take off his little coat. He was not just tired or something. He slept soundly. He didn't wake up after tossing for so long, just complaining With a groan, she murmured "Mom" in her mouth, and subconsciously grabbed Su Xiaomu's hand. She smiled and maintained a half-squatting position until the child's breathing gradually stabilized before carefully pulling herself out. hands.

Unexpectedly, her legs became numb from squatting, and she started to shake as soon as she stood up. Jing Yan quickly supported her waist from behind, and when she stood still, she let go, took a small step back, and showed a faint concern Said: "Be careful."

Su Xiaomu couldn't resist this kind of tenderness like melting ice and snow. She poked her slightly messy bangs with her fingers to cover up her embarrassment, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Bobby...who is it?" Jing Yan asked suddenly, with puzzled inquiring eyes in his cold eyes. Just now Xiaoyao called "Bobby" in addition to calling "Mom" in his sleep talk. He not only remembered Stop it, there are still some...not the taste.

Su Xiaomu was taken aback, then smiled: "Bobby is a shepherd dog raised by Xiaoyao's tablemate Liang Ruiyu's family. He has always liked it very much. Xiaoyao likes small animals." She met his deep eyes calmly, " Unfortunately, I am sensitive to pollen and hair, flowers and pets are not allowed."

He nodded in understanding, and immediately walked out of Xiaoyao's room. He stopped short and turned his head to look at the bookcase. His eyes were fixed on the photo albums on the top shelf. photo made.

Su Xiaomu asked tentatively, "Do you want to see it?"

"Okay, if it's convenient." He said very calmly, but if you look closely, you will find that the cold and firm line of his chin has softened, and that kind of expectant gaze makes people unable to resist agreeing to any of his requests.

It has to be said that he has always had a fatal attraction to her, whether it was in the past or now, it will not be reduced by half.

"Of course." Su Xiaomu narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, then handed all the photo albums that were not small in size to him.

Jing Yan hugged the photo album and sat down on the single sofa in the living room. Su Xiaomu poured him a cup of tea, and he just took a sip of it politely. Then, starting from the first book, every page and every photo was clearly read. She is very focused and careful. Although her shooting skills are not very good, she has also completely recorded Xiaoyao's nine years of growth and his missing nine years.

He was looking at the photo album, while she was looking at him. With the continuous upward curve of his lips, her mood became better and better.

In such a warm afternoon, he and she silently enjoyed this unique tranquility.

When Su Xiaomu woke up again, she unexpectedly found that she had fallen asleep on the sofa with a thin quilt covering her body. She didn't expect that she would fall asleep like this. She thought she should be nervous in front of him.

It was already night, and there was a little light from the outside through the drawn curtains. She got up and turned on the floor lamp, and walked around the room to make sure that Jing Yan had left, but left his coat on the sofa.

fair enough.

After dinner in the evening, she was drawing manuscripts in her room, and Xiao Yao was playing games in the study. She had agreed with him that she could only play computer games on Fridays and Saturdays. Playing the games she had selected should not exceed three hours each time, and it was guaranteed Grades do not regress.Both Xiaoyao and his father have an advantage, that is, they must do what they say, so she doesn't have to keep him around like a magic spell. For children, her education method is to be tight and tight.

But the strange thing is that Su Xiaomu didn't get any inspiration after facing the computer all night.

Her brows and eyes were stained with tiredness, she stretched her waist, caught a glimpse of the men's coat hanging aside, she discovered the reason why inspiration abandoned her, it seemed that every time she faced Jing Yan, she couldn't calmly think about anything. The problem, to her, is that he is a vortex that sucks sanity away.

She thought about it and dialed his number.

"Huh?" It was Jing Yan's cold voice, and the sound of rushing water suddenly stopped.

When she realized that she didn't make a good choice, she paused embarrassedly: "Uh, it's me, I just want to tell you that your coat is left here."

He quickly replied: "It doesn't matter, I will leave it with you, anyway, we will meet tomorrow." His tone was so familiar that it seemed that their relationship was no longer separate from each other.

Su Xiaomu tried to take a deep breath to calm herself down, but she couldn't understand why he was always so calm and calm?
The two familiar strangers were silent again.

She hesitated for a moment, and asked him, "Well... Do you want to send you the photos I took today? If so, give me your email."

"Okay." He answered succinctly, and then reported a private mailbox.

After hanging up the phone, she sorted out today's photos and sent them over. After thinking about it, she packed and sent the whole folder of Xiao Yao's old photos.As soon as the sending was successful, Xiao Yao knocked on the door and walked in, still barefoot, hugging his pillow in front of his chest with both hands, raised his eyebrows and said to her: "Mom, I can't sleep, can I come and sleep with you?"

Su Xiaomu was overjoyed all of a sudden, and teased him while turning off the computer: "Oh? Who said that it's not a man to sleep with your mother when you grow up?"

"Are you trying to dislike me?" Xiao Yao snorted, his mouth pouted enough to hold a bottle of oil.

Su Xiaomu had already lifted the quilt, patted the place next to her and said, "Okay, come here quickly, you don't wear slippers all the time, and you should feel uncomfortable when you catch a cold later."

"Hey!" Xiaoyao grinned, jumped into the bed like lightning, and hugged her waist all at once. This feeling of being relied on by his son gave Su Xiaomu a great sense of satisfaction.

She asked her son, "Tell me, why can't you fall asleep?"

Xiao Yao bit his lower lip and muttered softly: "Mom, why did he come back to us until now?" His voice was a little uncertain and fragile.

Su Xiaomu patted him on the back and asked, "You don't want to call him daddy? Didn't he tell you the reason today?"

He poked his head out from under the quilt, and looked at Su Xiaomu seriously: "He said, if I hate him, I don't have to call him until I want to. Mom, is it impolite for me to do this? After looking in the mirror, as you said before, I really resemble him, he is...my father after all." He spoke the last sentence very slowly, as if he had difficulty opening his mouth.

"It's not your fault." Su Xiaomu shook her head, helped him tuck the quilt up, and said softly, "What else did you say?"

He twisted the quilt with his hands, and said hesitantly: "He also said that if he had known about my existence, he would not have waited until today to find me."

Su Xiaomu was taken aback: "Xiaoyao, it's mom who hasn't contacted him all this time. Do you blame mom?" She wondered if her son could understand what she did, a decision that was considered stupid both then and now.

"No wonder, Dad... He said it, it's his responsibility." Xiao Yao hugged her firmly, tightly, "And I know, if Mom didn't insist on me, there might not be me in the world. "

As soon as the words fell, Su Xiaomu was so moved that tears came out all of a sudden. It was her incompetence as a mother that made the nine-year-old child think so deeply. She held her son tightly in her arms and murmured: "Stupid child , do you know, you are my reliance."

Back then, she had nothing. The child was her everything and the motivation to live.

Xiao Yao twisted his body and responded: "Mom, I will protect you in the future."

"Okay, but it's very late now, don't rub around, go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow, don't you really want to go to Happy Valley?"

"Oh." After a while, he asked again half asleep and half awake, "Mom, Dad is different from what I imagined."

Su Xiaomu was aroused: "Then what kind of father do you imagine?"

"Like Xiaoyu's father, gentle, of medium height, here is..." His hand under the blanket made an exaggerated arc on his stomach, "It looks like this." Su Xiaomu burst out laughing, Liang Ruiyu's Her father was indeed a typical image of a middle-aged man who gained weight after getting married and having children, but she couldn't imagine what Jing Yan would look like if he gained weight. He probably wouldn't let that happen.Xiao Yao quickly added: "I didn't expect him to be handsome, tall, beautiful, and looks rich. Mom, you have a good eye."

Su Xiaomu couldn't help laughing, what would Jing Yan think if he knew that his son praised him for being beautiful.

After a while, his breathing became more and more even, and then he habitually rolled up most of the quilt, like a spring roll, and muttered softly: "Actually, I don't hate him."

Su Xiaomu smiled dotingly, got out of bed and took another quilt from the cabinet, turned off the light and lay down gently beside her son, and soon fell asleep too.

The night is getting darker and slightly cooler.

Jing Yan sat in front of the computer desk, staring at the bright white screen. His hair was still dripping with water, and it fell on the back of his hand, leaving a water mark.Just like the compressed package that I don't know if it was a misinformation, it also left a throbbing in his heart.

Among Xiaoyao's photos is the sequel to Su Xiaomu's first album "The Story of Her and Him" ​​that Su Xiaomu has never planned to publish - "Fate is Destined".

On the first page of the opening chapter, the girl buried the necklace in the snow, with a slight smile on her mouth. The background text is, even if you don't love me, my love for you still can't stop.

After an unknown period of silence, he clicked "No" on the "Confirm file deletion" dialog box on the screen.

(End of this chapter)