Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 220 I am your mother

Su Lingling felt tired.

She was so tired of this game called revenge.

It was getting dark, and it was approaching dawn.

The sleepiness came like a tidal wave.

She drew down the curtains, walked back, and when she was passing by the sofa, she heard Si Zhengting muttering something in his sleep, low and low, so vague that he couldn't hear clearly.

Adhering to the primitive curiosity of human beings, she was also really curious about what kind of nonsense a person like him would talk about.So, she quietly put her ear close to him, mixed with his shallow breathing, he kept whispering——

"Mommy mommy……"

It turned out that it was the mother who missed her so much.

He's clearly going nowhere.

But now that he fell asleep, he was obviously disturbed, as if he had fallen into some terrible nightmare.

Frightened, but also nostalgic.

Suddenly, Su Lingling's heart seemed to be pulled hard by something.

Immediately, an indescribable feeling took over the whole emotion.

In fact, she and Si Zhengting have always been the same kind of person.

A hedgehog who is lonely, yearns for sunshine, and protects himself with spikes all over his body.

Under the dark light, his eyes are closed, only his eyelashes are trembling slightly, he looks a bit more harmless to humans and animals, which forms a strong contrast with the previous high-ranking posture, such a contrast, it does not seem so annoying up.

Her gaze moved down slowly and landed on his sharp neck.

He slept restlessly, so he inadvertently revealed half of the amulet from the ruffled collar.

Unexpectedly, that Si Zhengting who saw ghosts and killed ghosts and Buddhas would wear this kind of thing like a child?
Isn't he a demon who claims to have climbed up from hell?

He also believes in God?
Su Lingling just found it incredible.

But if you look closely, you will find that the gold thread on the amulet has been cut off, and when you look at it, it looks more like someone sewed it up stitch by stitch. It has been a long time, and it has a sense of age.

He should attach great importance to this amulet.

It must have been given to him by the most important person, so he carefully treasured it like a treasure.

At that time, there were waves in her eyes unconsciously. After thinking for a moment, she reached out to get the amulet, but the second her fingertip touched it, Si Zhengting suddenly grasped it forcefully like a conditioned reflex. Looking at her with dark eyes, "What are you doing?"

His sudden move was beyond her expectation.

So without any precautions, she was so startled that her heart almost missed half a beat.

After being relieved for a while, Su Lingling thought of pulling back her hand, but he held it too hard, like an inescapable cage, "I..." Just as I was about to explain, I saw his eyes Blurred, obviously not yet sober, he couldn't help but make a plan.

She put on a gentle tone: "I am your mother."

"Mom?" He repeated in a daze.

"Well, I'm your mother."

Unexpectedly, there was a soft light in his eyes. Just when she felt that he had believed it, the next moment, he suddenly became cruel again, "My mother died a long time ago."

"..."

Su Lingling remained unflappable in the face of danger: "This is in a dream, so you can see me."

"In a dream, it turned out to be a dream..." Si Zhengting repeated, laughed, and cried again. In the end, Xu was extremely wronged and choked up, "But, you...you haven't come for a long time ...in my dream... don't you...don't like me..."

Poor, like a child who can't get candy.

She suddenly moved, squatted down slowly, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with her fingertips. It was so hot that it was burning, and she comforted him like coaxing a child: "No, mom doesn't like you, mom loves you the most." I like you."

Rubbing his hair once and for all.

He sniffed the fragrance of her hands almost morbidly.

Later, under her gentle comfort, he gradually fell asleep again.

Breathe evenly and sleep deeper than last time.

He looked so unguarded, so well-behaved and docile that Su Lingling felt that he was like the stray cat at the door of his grandmother's house that couldn't be chased away no matter how hard he tried.

She is in a good mood, but she will generously feed it a few pieces of fat.

This time, she took off the amulet with ease.

He took the sewing box into the drawer again, turned on the desk lamp, and carefully looked at the amulet.

The workmanship is very meticulous, but it has been a few years, and it is estimated that it is more than ten years at least, so the needlework is open.

When I was young, my grandmother often sat on the bench in front of the door and sewed clothes.

She also learned a little needlework from her grandmother.

Although it is not meticulous, but simply deal with sewing, there is no problem.

After Su Lingling threaded the thread, she opened the inside of the amulet and dropped a gold note from inside.

Folded into a square.

There is a faint luster under the lamp.

For some reason, her heart was inexplicably attracted by this little golden note.

Like magic, the hand opened it uncontrollably.

So, I saw a line of words written with a black pen on the narrow, yellowed and old piece of paper——

My Ah Ting, in this life, you must be safe and healthy, and my mother will always love you.

The handwriting is beautiful and neat, with the temperament of a famous lady.

It's a pity that the age is too long, and the pen and ink are slightly smudged.

But even if time smudges the pen and ink, it will never bury the maternal love hidden between the lines.

At the end of the word, there is a wrinkled and dried up tear stain.

When his mother wrote this line, she might have thought of suicide.

She loves her children very much.

But reality is cruel.

This maternal love can no longer save a dead heart.

That's why the former Mrs. Si jumped down from the tall building without hesitation.

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Su Lingling couldn't help crying.

It was the first time she hated her mother like that.

Her mom killed another great mother.

It also easily and completely shattered the maternal love she had been longing for all her life.

She remembered that it was a cold winter.

Snowing.

Mom dragged her luggage and walked out the door.

Grandma once said that a suitcase is a must for a long trip, so is mother going to a far away place?
She was terrified, and she held her mother's sleeves tightly with her frozen red and bruised hands.

"Mom, don't go."

Her childish voice sounded in the snow over and over again, pleading bitterly.

But this ruthless woman just shook off her hand heavily.

It only left her with a ruthless back.

Mom doesn't love dad, so she doesn't like her, or even hates her.

My mother hated her momentary confusion and gave birth to a child with such a man.

That's why he abandoned her without hesitation.

On that day, my mother went to pursue her own life and her lover.

But left her alone in hell.

(End of this chapter)