"Send it here and I’ll put some medicine on you."
"no"
Singing "I’m fine without medicine" with half my head tucked in the quilt.
Singing like this is like a child who is in a little mood. Mu Yunze is so soft-hearted that he doesn’t insist on putting the ointment next to the bedside table. Lying next to singing, he pulls the drawer by the bedside and takes out a low voice from the inside. "Do you want to hear a story?"
Sing his head out and glanced at MuYunZe’s cover in pure French.
"Are you going to read me French?"
Gao Ge really wants to roll his eyes.
Mu Yunze’s lip corner bent "Chinese"
Turn your back on him and say "whatever"
MuYunZe moved over to her and put her fingers on her knees and gently followed her hair. Her voice was mellow and dull, like a deep wine.
"A long time ago, there was a beautiful princess whose skin was like snow, her hair was like ebony, her lips were as red as blood, and the king liked her very much. Her name was Cinderella. Cinderella had two sisters …"
Sing a song and sniffle at the corner of your mouth.
"Are you talking about Cinderella or Snow White?"
Mu Yunze was dazed. "Are these two not the same person?"
Sing …
"I really doubt if you have a childhood."
"Probably not."
MuYunZe will lay aside next to her.
"Since I remember, there are very few families sitting together and having a harmonious scene."
MuYunZe sound became deep.
To say that childhood is probably not as persistent as Mu Chongfeng’s work, it is difficult to be at home all year round, even if he is at home, he will not take the initiative to hug him.
At that time, he was too young to understand anything. Naturally, the child was close to whoever was kind to him.
Xiao Xuewan didn’t miss each other for a month like Mu Chongfeng, but she didn’t spoil him like other mothers. They had a career, and maybe at that time, he didn’t know something, and the three or four-year-old children had been following his master.
Old people, after all, are not as careful as young people. Boys were naughty when they were young, and Mu Yunze was stubborn in temper. At that time, he was bullied in the military compound.
He doesn’t talk much, and his temper is stubborn. Xiao Xuewan is rich at home and generous to his son. Every time he comes to see him, he brings a lot of imported toys, which were rare in many families at that time.
Because of the rarity, some older children are jealous, so they bully him in groups of three and five, grab his toys and spend money. He can’t beat him, and there are many other people who come back covered in scars every time and are reprimanded by the master
Once on his birthday, Xu’s eldest sister gave him a game machine, which was the kind that could play Tetris very early. It was the first time he received a birthday gift from his elders and he liked it very much.
As a result, he was forced into the corner that afternoon and asked him to hand in the game machine. He argued without giving it to a few people and the game machine finally fell to the ground and broke.
When it was that kind of sadness and anger, even after so many years, I remembered it clearly. He didn’t know where he got the strength to suddenly push the troublesome child to the ground and ride on him, swinging his immature fist and punching him.
With the help of the people next to him, how to beat him, he just wouldn’t let go of his life and beat the child with a nosebleed. The whole person cried, dad shouted, mom, and finally pulled them when the adults came.
The father of the child who was beaten was also Gao Qian. The other party pulled the child to find the door. Finally, the master called Mu Chongfeng and Xiao Xuewan to apologize to the family in person to be finished.
As soon as the other party left, Mu Chongfeng grabbed the broom and hit him.
At that time, he wondered what the father meant.
Chapter 596 Powerful because of fear
Later, I was a little older and went to primary school.
He has a simple understanding of Xiao Xuewan and Mu Chongfeng, that is, they can never accompany him to parent-teacher conferences and pro-activities like other parents.
At that time, Han Zhaoxue joked that he was definitely not his parents’ own.
Until one day after school, Han Zhaoxue and Ji Mo invited him to play ball. At that time, the school basketball basket was occupied by senior students. If they wanted to play ball, they had to go to the nearby Binhe Park.
He met his father when some people were going with the ball.
He was standing side by side with a woman in front of a car.
The woman, dressed in a skirt and carrying a bag in her hand, went to the front door and Mu Chongfeng followed behind with a one-or two-year-old child in her hand.
The child looks white and beautiful, just like a porcelain doll lying on Mu Chongfeng’s chest, spitting bubbles and looking innocent and evil.
At that time, Han Zhaoxue also teased, "Did your father have a bread 2nai? My mother said that the car was a 2nai car."
At that time, his face became ugly and a group of friends chased him by themselves, but Mu Chongfeng left behind the car and he didn’t catch anything.
It was the first time that he knew that there really were parents who didn’t love their children in this world. It turned out that not all children could grow up with their parents’ love as written in the article.
Later, Xiao Xuewan miscarried because of this incident, and the woman was forced to go abroad to witness the whole process. He became less and less talkative and less mature.
"At that time, the saddest thing in my life was being abandoned and abandoned, and then I grew up. I gradually realized that those who abandoned you were your greatest strength. I can live better without people. I became strong because of fear, but now I have a soft spot, that is, you and your children’s life is the process of choosing and being chosen. It depends on how you are always afraid of others?"
MuYunZe speaks slowly and sings every word into his heart.
He must have known earlier than she knew, but he was deeper than she thought.
Sing, roll over and lean your head on his shoulder for a long time before saying "I still have you"
MuYunZe smiled "all the time"
Bury your head deeper with singing.
Mu Yunze kissed her forehead on the side of her head and said, "Go to sleep and don’t think about anything. The sun will still rise and I will always be there."
Singing well for a long time, I can hardly hear the sound path "I love your husband"