Chapter 2003: It's not a mother, it's an aunt
Night falls
On the sofa, He Shaochen was tired of playing, and slept sweetly in her arms.
There was a tacit understanding between Qiao's mother and Mu Siyin, and before she could speak, she had handed over the blanket and asked her to put it on Lele. Lowering his eyes, he looked at the little one in his arms gently.
What echoed in his ears was that he called his aunt softly, and now he spoke clearly and spoke very smoothly......
The memory seems to go back to the first time he spoke......
The bitterness in my heart is unbearable......
The first time Lele spoke, it was her mother who called her mother......
At that time, He Shaochen was holding in her arms, reaching out for things and couldn't get them, his little hands pulled Mu Siyin's hand, and his mouth was soft and glutinous, spitting "Mom......"
"Mom......"
The first pronunciation was not very clear, but she heard it really.
Mu Siyin was so excited, she wanted to go to Qiao's mother with Lele, and wanted to share it with her, Lele could speak, and she opened her mouth to call someone......
However, when she ran a few steps with Lele in her arms, she suddenly stopped......
She remembered the first article of the treaty and stayed with Lele as an aunt......
Aunt......
She's an aunt......
Not Mom......
Holding Lele, Mu Siyin took a few steps back with choked steps, and then sat back on the sofa.
"Mom......"
He Shaochen didn't know what Mu Siyin was thinking in his heart, and his small mouth kept popping up the pronunciation of his mother.
Mu Siyin's eyes were red, tears poured into her eyes, overwhelmed, and big dripping. Falling on He Shaochen's face in his arms, the little guy with a confused face stretched out his little hand to wipe the tears on his face, and looked at her with tears on his face.
Small hands waved, touching her face in a good way. I don't know if it's because I learned Mu Siyin's usual action of helping him wash his face, and his little hands wiped it on her face, while still shouting: "Mom...... Mom......"
Every time he shouted, her heart tingled.
She couldn't stop her tears from hurting......
I thought about it......
In the absence of people......
But she also knows that once there will be a second time, and under the endless desire, the last thing is to leave Lele.
She didn't dare and couldn't ...... Should......
Stretched out his hand to hold the little hand that was wiped on his face, held it in his palm, and struggled to suppress the excitement in his heart, looked at He Shaochen with a choked voice, and endured the heartache to correct: "Lele...... It's aunt...... It's not ...... mother."
When the word aunt came out of his mouth, Mu Siyin only felt that his heart was torn apart, and his tears were even more turbulent.
sniffing, enduring the sour heartache and teaching He Shaochen: "Auntie...... Calling Aunt ......"
"Auntie......"
"Auntie...... It's not ...... mother."
"Mom, Mom......"
He Shaochen saw that Mu Siyin was still crying, his little hands struggled to break free from her hands, and he wanted to help her wipe her tears, and his little mouth also insisted on shouting Mom......
The mother and son were fighting a protracted war, and He Shaochen was ignorant during the war, and Mu Siyin was pierced by the voice.
Later, after more than half a month, in her correction, He Shaochen finally issued: "Auntie......"
She endured the pain and listened to He Shaochen call her mother for more than half a month......
In the end, she was taught by herself and became an aunt.
At the moment when He Shaochen called out his aunt, Mu Siyin's mood completely collapsed.
is obviously the effect she wants to achieve, but when her own son really calls her aunt, she really feels like a knife.
It hurts and can't open your mouth anymore......
While following the sad Qiao's mother immediately came over and took over Lele, Mu Siyin turned around and ran into the bathroom downstairs, closed the door, slowly slid down with her body sliding, hugged her knees, and cried.
Outside, Qiao's mother hugged He Shaochen, listened to the faint cry coming from the bathroom, turned her head, and wiped the tears from her face.