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"Know" Yao Hai about so long, she is the first time to see her so childish side, so she looks more lovely, but also more distressing.

For a moment, somewhere in her heart, she couldn't help the pain.

"Ma..." Mu Jing orange gently yells, eyes heavily looking at her hair top, heart like being poached, empty to death.

But even so, she is still trying to control her emotions, trying to make herself look calm and calm.

"Well?" Yao Haiyue raised her head and looked back from the photo. She gently looked at her daughter, "what's the matter?"

"I'm hungry." Mujing orange looked at her childishly.

Yao Hai about micro ton, suddenly realized what, her lips slightly Yang up, and then extremely gentle asked, "what do you want to eat?"

"Anything is good, as long as it's mom." Mujing orange pours into her arms childishly.

Although she knew that her body could not stand the ups and downs, and that she had no strength to do anything else, she just wanted to eat what she made.

From childhood to adulthood, she had no memory of her mother, not to mention Gu Jiaojiao and the terrible things she made. She could not remember the taste of her mother's food.

I don't know what maternal love is.

Although I met Yao Haiyue when I grew up, what happened between them made her Let them have no time at all, no chance to eat a meal they cooked by themselves.

All of a sudden, she was full of curiosity and expectation about that feeling.

She knew that she should not make such a request, let alone make her mother too tired, but she was afraid of

She was afraid that if she came that day, if she really fell down, but she had not tasted a meal made by her mother.

That would be the regret of her life.

Maybe It's also Yao Haiyue's regret.

Mu Jingcheng believes that as a mother, Yao Haiyue may also want to leave such an impression on himself?

If she loves herself!

"OK, then mom will cook food for you." Yao Haiyue laughs happily and gets out of bed when he lifts the quilt.

Mu Jing orange looked at her pale face and moved more slowly than before, and suddenly regretted it. "Ma..." Mujing orange gently hugs Yao Haiyue, who is getting out of bed. In order not to let her see her eyes occupied by tears, she just hugs her and doesn't let her turn back. At the same time, she tries to adjust her mood and try not to let her voice become choked, "I miss you so much

With that, tears began to spread.

She knew that she was wrong, but she really couldn't control herself, so she had to continue to hold Yao Haiyue, continue to hold the hard won mother tightly in her arms, and refused to let go.

How can Yao Haiyue not feel her abnormality?

It's just that no one will pierce this layer of window paper.

"Mom wants you too..." Yao Haiyue slowly breathed out a breath, the whole person fell into memories, "if Fama was not so selfish then..."

"Ma!" Mu Jingcheng interrupted her confession. She didn't want to hear that again, because it wasn't Yao Haiyue's fault at all. She didn't want to, and didn't want to see her leave the world with that kind of idea and remorse. "In fact, I think I'm very lucky."

After Mu Jingcheng's mood adjustment, he gently released Yao Haiyue.

At the moment, even if her eyes are a little red, even if you can see that she cried, it doesn't matter. There is no need to explain or cover up the tacit understanding between them.

They are mother and daughter. They are closest to each other. Who doesn't know what's on their mind?

After such a thought, Mu Jing orange's heart is more calm.

"Maybe it was providence that made me know Qu Shaochen and Sheng Zimo after so many experiences, and finally found my own mother. I'm very lucky, so I cherish everything that is not easy to get, including you, mom... "

Yao Haiyue nodded moved, tears are rolling down the range of nodding.

She gently hugged her daughter in her arms, and the whole person suddenly became relaxed as if she had been taken off the load of several thousand jin.

"Thank you, thank you, my daughter!" Yao Haiyue's voice choked. Although she knew that Mu Jingcheng had forgiven her, when she heard these words, her heart was still very moved and gratified.

Mu Jingcheng patted her on the back and took a deep breath. Then she slowly came out of her arms, looked at each other gently, and her voice became much sweeter. "I want to eat the noodles made by my mother now!"

"OK, mom will do it for you now!" Yao Hai agreed happily.

The mother and daughter reached an agreement, wiped the tears off their faces, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.Although Yao Haiyue's body is very weak, because he has expectations and goals, he suddenly becomes much lighter.

In the kitchen, looking at Yao Haiyue's busy back, Mu Jingcheng almost died crying outside the door.

But when Yao Haiyue came out with a bowl of steaming noodles, she had already adjusted her mood and welcomed her mother with a smile.

"Come on, have a taste?" Yao Haiyue put the noodles in front of Mujing orange and handed them chopsticks. "I haven't done it for a long time, and I don't know how it tastes."

Mujing orange took the chopsticks and took a bite, "mmm, delicious!"

"This kid, he made me happy." Yao Haiyue couldn't help laughing.

"It's really delicious. Would you like to try it?" Mu Jingcheng handed the chopsticks to Yao Haiyue.

Yao Hai refused with a smile, "you eat! Eat more... "

"Well!" After nodding his head, Mu Jingcheng continued to eat, saying, "so This is the taste of mom. It's delicious

Looking at Mujing orange so "greedy" to eat their own hand-made noodles, Yao Hai about like to see her childhood.

In an instant, many memories, unconsciously, came to my heart.

"Orange..." Yao Haiyue involuntarily called her nickname. "Well?" When Mu Jingcheng looked up, she could see her lax eyes, but the smile on her face was frozen there. However, in order not to interrupt Yao Haiyue's ethereal thoughts, but also to prevent her from seeing her sad state, she continued to eat with her head down, without speaking or stopping

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"You said..." Yao Haiyue's voice is a bit ethereal, the whole person is still trapped in memories, "your father still remember me?"

Mujing orange's action suddenly stopped there. Yao Haiyue has been stubborn not to admit her illness, nor let others mention her illness, but now, she suddenly said such a question that Mu Jingcheng could not answer.