The little boy was sitting on a small plastic stool with some uneasiness.

He could feel the strangeness of the atmosphere.

He couldn't help but glance in the direction of the house.

After his mother had brought him to visit the house of the supposedly friend of hers, she sat in the back room with the uncle whom he had met for the first time, and he himself was brought into the yard by the uncle's wife.

It's just that he always felt that the uncle's wife looked at him with an indescribable feeling in her eyes.

It's a little kind, but it's more repulsive.

She didn't seem to like the mother and son as guests.

The little boy couldn't understand why his mother's friends didn't like them as guests, but the other friends of his mother's mother liked him very much.

Is this the difference between Jeonju and Seoul?

No way, he was well explained by his puppet mother before he came, to be a guest is to look like a guest, even if he feels uncomfortable, he can only be a good child.

So, under the big tree in the courtyard, he was silently holding a glass of milk, and was stared at intently by the aunt sitting in front of him, and the two figures, one big and one small, seemed to fall into a strange stalemate.

It wasn't until a boy with a stick pushed the door into the courtyard that the deadlock was broken slightly.

"I'm back!"

When the little boy's usual sharp and loud voice suddenly penetrated into her ears, Jin Mu, who was sitting on the stool, couldn't help frowning, she looked at her son who came back from the outside field, and then looked at the well-behaved and lovely little boy in front of her.

For a while, she muttered in her heart, could it be that her own education method was not quite right, why did she look at the woman's child more pleasing to the eye?

"Mom, who is he?"

As soon as the six-year-old Jin Zhixiong entered the door, he saw the short figure sitting in front of his mother, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Why do you have nothing to do with that? ”

Mother Jin didn't want to explain too much, stood up and patted her son's ass angrily, took off his dirty little sweatshirt, and pulled him to look into the house.

"Hurry back and do your homework! ”

The young Kim Ji-woong pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice, "Isn't Taeyeon also playing outside......"

"You're reasonable, aren't you?" the young golden mother glared at once, "You're already a beginner!

After that, regardless of whether Jin Zhixiong resisted or not, he was picked up by Jin's mother and thrown into the room.

During this process, the little boy always held the bowl of milk and watched silently from the side.

He looked at Jin Zhixiong, who was sad under his mother's hand, and blinked his eyes, and there was an inexplicable trace of envy in his dark eyes.

He is not envious of Jin Zhixiong, but envy the health of Jin Mu.

Even if he is precocious, sometimes he wants to mess around like other children, and he also wants to play with his mother, but it is precisely because of his precociousness that he understands that with his mother's body, he must not trouble her again.

So, if you think about it, it's been a long time since he's been lectured so loudly by his doll mother.

Turning his head to put the bowl of milk he had just drunk on the table, the little boy shook his wrist, which was a little sore, bent down, held his little face with both hands, and looked straight in the direction of the back room.

He still remembered the uncle's unusual behavior when he first saw their mother and son.

The other party seemed to be a little excited, although he covered it up well, but unfortunately his little ghost was too good-looking, and he could see everyone's reactions as soon as he arrived in the new environment.

He is very good at observation, so he also noticed some abnormalities in his doll mother.

Looking at the stark reactions of the three adults, he thought back to the plots of the TV series he had seen on TV in the past, and he seemed to understand something.

"It can't be Abba, right?" In the sun, he sat in the courtyard holding his little face, looking in the direction of the back room, muttering in a volume that others couldn't hear clearly, "This plot is a bit cliché......"

If any of the three adults stood by and heard what he said, they might be surprised, but there was no one standing around him at the moment, so no one knew what he had already understood, and he had already realized something.

At this time, Jin's mother, who had cleaned up her son in the room, walked back to the courtyard, and when she saw the bowl of milk on the table, which had basically not been touched, she asked, "Do you have anything you like to eat?"

It was the third thing she had said to him since she met today.

The first sentence is "follow me", and the second sentence is "Drink it" when the milk is brought to him.

The aunt's attitude towards him did not seem to be a stranger at all, and of course, it could not be said that he was an acquaintance.

The little boy could hear the coldness in her tone, but when he thought about the guess in his heart, it was not surprising why this adult would treat him so "meanly".

"Please get me a cup of yam juice. ”

Since the other party took the initiative to speak, the little boy thought about it, and still held the idea of being dispensable, and opened his mouth to make a request.

"Yam juice?" Jin Mu looked at the child in surprise, "Do you like to drink this?"

"It's not. The little boy shook his head honestly.

"Then why do you want this?"

Jin Mu asked without thinking according to the train of thought of her bear son, the two children are the same age, and their thinking should be about the same, but unexpectedly, she received some indescribable strange eyes from the little boy in the next second.

"How do you play with yam juice?"

The little boy's rhetorical question made Jin Mu feel a little ashamed inexplicably, and she quickly deliberately straightened her face and said, "Then why do you want yam juice?"

"Give my doll a drink. The little boy sat upright and gave an answer.

At this moment, Jin Mu looked at the little boy's natural expression, and she had to admit that she was really starting to be jealous of the woman named "Han Yishi" in the house.

"Doll!"

It was at this time that a crisp cry with the same confidence sounded from outside the house.

The little boy and Jin Mu subconsciously turned their heads to look, only to see a figure "bang" push the door in, before the little boy could see her clearly, there was a flower in front of him, and he saw the figure rushing straight to his side, picked up the bowl of milk on the table that he had already drunk a sip of, raised his head and drank it in one breath.

After drinking, she also wiped her mouth heroically, pointed at him who was stunned, and asked loudly to the golden mother whose face was not very good-looking: "Doll mother, who is this guy?"

The little boy blinked.

He looked at the finger that poked in front of him, and then at the little girl standing in front of him, wearing a small vest and her hair tied up in two small mustaches.

For a moment, I was stunned.

This is the first time he and she have met in their lives.

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