Three babies: domineering daddy kisses addictedly

"Tell me, if you were forced to take off your child, would you still treat her well?"

what?

The little fish went back several steps in a row.

She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, suddenly climbed forward, grabbed her mother's wrist and asked repeatedly, "grandma asked you to take it off? Why? Grandma, why did she let you take it off? Mom! Tell me quickly!"

She didn't want the kind and gentle old man in her heart to suddenly become a devil with open teeth and claws.

Seeing Bai's mother shut her mouth and didn't speak, she was so anxious that she had to sweat: "Mom! Speak quickly! Tell me!"

The white mother's eyes went down, bit by bit, and moved to the hand she held her tightly. A moment later, she resolutely and ruthlessly stretched out her hand, one finger with one finger, and mercilessly broke all the ten fingers of the little fish.

"Mom!" the little fish didn't understand what she had done wrong. The child taken away by her mother was a baby. Isn't she a baby?

She likes grandma because she doesn't know the grudge between the two people.

"It's not because of you!" the white mother roared angrily.

Because of her?

Little fish is completely stupid. She doesn't understand why it's because of her?

"Otherwise, why do you think I hate your grandmother?" white mother said fiercely: "the old witch! She said we were still young and didn't need to worry about children. She didn't know the joy of being a mother! At that time, we didn't have money. How could we feed two children?"

Two children

The little fish's eyes fell on the gold pendant held by the white mother. She said it was for her child, but she didn't give it to her. That means

She, she, isn't she, isn't she her own?

Thinking of this possibility, she felt like a knife in her heart. Looking at her mother's slightly cruel face, she couldn't find any language to describe her mood at the moment.

There was a blank in her mind. She felt a roar in her ears and couldn't help breathing. She covered her chest and inhaled.

The white mother smiled at her appearance.

For a moment, her face looked ferocious like a devil in the eyes of the little fish.

Shaking his head, the little fish said to his mother in an almost begging voice, "Mom, what you just said is angry, right? You have raised me for so many years, bought me clothes, cooked for me and sent me to school. I grew up around you. I am your daughter, right?"

She doesn't want that kind of dog blood to happen to herself!

She thought that maybe her mother was stingy, philistine and indifferent to her sometimes, but it was her mother. She never doubted that her mother loved her.

Thinking of this, she looked up into her mother's eyes.

She hopes to see joking eyes or smiling, whatever! But don't be so cold!

"You are not my daughter," said the white mother in a very light voice, word by word.

She stroked the gold pendant. In fact, she was looking at the lost little life through the ornament. "Although he just stayed in my stomach for a short time, I know he loves me and I love him. He trusted me to come to my stomach!"

The little fish's eyes are hot.

If she just fell into an ice cellar, she was cold all over. Now listening to her mother speak about her children in a soft tone of nostalgia, she is more sympathetic.

It was a kind of incisive love that my mother had never shown to her.

"I even bought the toys he would like and the cradle. I looked at the small clothes sold in the store and imagined what he would look like when he put them on. I was very happy at that time."

The white mother smiled.

But when she turned her face and looked at the little fish, her smile was immediately replaced by hatred. She asked her, "Why were you born! If you weren't born, my child would live healthily now!"

Her eyes were full of resentment.

The little fish looked at her blankly and didn't say a word, because she didn't know the answer.

All this is so dramatic that I think my mother is not my own. Although this can explain why she always feels that her parents regard her as a commodity, what she wants to know now is that even if it is a thing, it should have feelings after raising it for more than 20 years?

But why is there only hatred in mother's eyes?

Is she really that disgusting to her?

At this time, Bai Fu brought in a cup of tea. He was not surprised at Bai Mu's grief stricken appearance.

With a tough attitude, she stuffed the hot tea into her hand and then pulled her up. This move comforted Bai Mu, so she stood up and followed him out of the room like a child.

The little fish looked silly and stiff.

When her parents left, she sat in her cabin and found that the crowded cabin could be so empty.

She slowly hugged herself, and a string of tears trickled down in a blink of her eyes.

"Lulu."

After settling down Bai's mother, Bai's father came back and sat down in front of the little fish. Seeing that she was crying, the elderly white father was at a loss. After looking around for a long time, he found a piece of paper and handed it to her.

"Stop crying, child," he sighed. "Your mother didn't understand this. She asked her to kill the child at that time. In the final analysis, it was because she was in poor health, not because she couldn't afford it."

They were young at that time. The doctor said that white mother's body was not good, and production might be very troublesome in the future. So grandma said she was not in a hurry. She couldn't have a child and pay for her life. Just knock it out first.

But the white mother disagreed. She wanted to keep the children alive. She would rather give her life for the children in her belly! But in the end, I didn't beat grandma. The old man didn't know where to hold another baby. It was very cute.

They have done a long time of ideological work for Bai Mu, telling her that the children in her belly can have more. If they really want children, they can raise the beautiful baby in front of them first. So the white mother didn't think any more and went to the hospital to take away the child.

"She's only had that one in her life."

The white father bowed his head regretfully, "if I could know earlier that I wouldn't be pregnant in the future, how could I let her kill the child!"

Their own child, the white mother looked forward to the baby for a long time. In that hot summer, it was fixed on the ultrasonic list forever.

After knowing the news that she could no longer be pregnant, Bai Mu collapsed. She not only aged day by day at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye, but also became rough from a quiet and beautiful woman. She often woke up in the middle of the night with nightmares and cried that she dreamed of a child.

Bai Fu didn't know what to say to comfort her, so he had to accept her unreasonable accusations in silence. He knew that he was the mastermind in taking off the child, otherwise only his mother would never listen to what his mother said.

"She hates your grandmother because she thinks she's an executioner," white father finally said.

"What about... Me?" the little fish shuddered at the thought of his mother's eyes when she stared at her.

She was just a baby at that time. She couldn't control her fate. Why did she hate her?

"Because she thinks her child has lost, but you can be born in this world." Bai Fu said, "she doesn't think it's fair. She thinks our children can grow up so safely, like me and him."

got it.

The little fish smiled bitterly. It turned out that it was her fault that she could grow up safely. Maybe in her mother's eyes, she would be happier if she could be a disabled waste.

"I'm sorry, Lulu, I've kept it from you for so many years." Bai Fu said apologetically, "we didn't intend to tell you at first, but you seem to be getting more and more unaccustomed to us. The relationship between people is very wonderful. It may be that after raising you for so many years, it's still not as close as blood."

There was relief in his father's voice. They thought a lot when the little fish left. If you don't want little fish to misunderstand it, there seems to be only one way.

Walking down the street, his ears were still full of hawkers, but the little fish didn't seem to feel the excitement and festivity around him.

She felt that the world was big, but there was nowhere for home.

Before, I felt that her parents were not close to her, but it was her parents after all. Every time I heard others show off how gentle their parents were, little fish always comforted herself. Don't envy. Different parents show their love in different ways.