Many years later, Zhao Xuelin walked down the street with her children, staring blankly at the objects around her. The figure of the cheerful boy in front of him gradually overlapped with the boy of the year.

How good would it be if he was still alive......

Suddenly, a pair of immature little hands pulled at her dress. "Sister, can you take me home?"

The voice was remarkably familiar.

Zhao Xuelin was stunned, she didn't even dare to turn back, how could it be...... This is the voice she has been waiting for for so many years, the immature and manly teenager. I can't keep it the same until now!

"Sister, what's wrong with you, don't you like Dongdong, can you take me home, I can't find where my home is. The little boy's eyes were like water, and he looked at her pitifully.

This voice can't be wrong.

Zhao Xuelin turned around tremblingly, squatted down and looked at him in disbelief, staring at his big innocent eyes, and her heart was in a mess.

Her lips trembled, and she asked, "Your name is Dongdong?"

Dongdong nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Is there anything wrong with my sister?"

Zhao Xuelinzai carefully touched his face, not letting go of every inch, until Dongdong's voice came to her ears again, and she came back to her senses: "Your father, who is it?"

Dongdong lowered his head seriously and thought about it, and then showed a smiling face: "Dongdong has no parents, Dongdong is an orphan." ”

That's right, it must be right......

Zhao Xuelin hugged him in her arms and whimpered and cried: "Are you the Dongdong I know, is it really you?" I'm sorry, I didn't have the ability to save you back then, I'm sorry, I can only run away, woo woo." I'm so useless. ”

Dongdong pushed her away from herself, with a serious face. "What is my sister talking about?

She shook her head: "You don't understand, why are you still like this?"

That person's voice and figure, she was too familiar, so many years have passed, they are all hidden in her heart, lingering, she can't admit her mistake.

Seeing that he couldn't continue to disguise, Dongdong bared his teeth and smiled: "Sister, I can't be someone you know, so many years have passed, if it's the one you know, how can I not grow up?"

"Yes, yes, Dongdong, what happened to you, my father told me when I went back, and he said that it was a Japanese laboratory inside. Have you ever been hurt and what have you been done by them?"

As she spoke, her tears of self-blame flowed again, the events of the year have always been a shadow in her heart, even if Dongdong is back now, she can't forget it.

Dongdong raised his face and said with a sunny smile: "Dongdong is not doing well, Dongdong has always been fine, can my sister take me home?" ”

After he finished saying this, Zhao Xuelin's son's voice came from afar, the little child jumped and ran over, and suddenly fell silent the moment he saw Dongdong: "Mom, who is this, why don't I know it, is it from the town?"

Zhao Xuelin touched his head, shook her head and denied it, pulled him past her side, and said gently: "He will be your brother in the future, the child is good, call him brother, and he will get along with his brother in the future." Got it?"

The loving expression on her face stung Dongdong, who was smiling with a sharp knife behind her. He lowered his head, lowered his voice, and muttered: "I have saved you again and again, and I have never done anything bad, why did all the bad things fall on my head, but you are so happy?"

Zhao Xuelin seemed to sense it, and her eyes were a little ethereal when she looked at him. "Dongdong, what are you talking about?"

"Didn't say anything, can my sister take me home?" he laughed harmlessly, and the discomfort just now dissipated in an instant.

"Okay, I'll take you home. ”

Zhao Xuelin cried with joy, hugged his baby in her arms, regardless of the eyes of others, not even her own son, and kept saying hello to Dongdong.

She wanted to ask Dongdong what he had experienced, but Dongdong didn't want to admit it, so she didn't ask, for fear of accidentally touching his sadness.

She owes this boy too much in the past time, and after so many years, he hasn't changed at all, isn't it a pain?

Therefore, she has to spend the rest of her days taking good care of him and making up for all her previous debts.

Zhao Xuelin took Dongdong home, his husband was lying on the kang smoking a big cigarette, his face was full of enjoyment, the beard on the side of his mouth was sloppy, his face was blue, and he didn't raise his eyelids when he heard the movement of them coming back.

"Uncle, I'm Dongdong, and I'll be your child from now on. ”

It wasn't until Dongdong ran to the man's side and raised that happy smiling face that the man jumped up in shock, grabbed Dongdong's fair and chubby cheeks, and looked fierce: "Where did you come from, little bastard?

Dongdong was thrown to the ground by him, covering his face and crying aggrievedly: "Uncle is so fierce, why do you treat me like this, my mother brought me here! Mom said, this will be my home in the future, woo woo, Dong Dong is so painful." ”

"What are you talking about, little thing?!Who brought you back?Who is your mother?"

Zhao Xuelin heard the movement, hurriedly ran over, and hugged Dongdong: "What are you doing with the murderous child? I brought him back!"

Dong Dong turned around and hugged Zhao Xuelin, calling "Mom" in a low voice, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking, which made Zhao Xuelin feel very distressed.

However, before she could feel distressed for long, the man suddenly took the wooden stick next to her, raised his hand and smashed it on her body.

"You slut.*, Lao Tzu knew that you had been fucked by so many people when you were young, and you must not be a good thing, but I didn't expect you to give Lao Tzu a fucking hand to take people home!

Zhao Xuelin was silent, and only covered Dongdong's ears. She wanted to argue for herself, but she couldn't let Dongdong know her past, those unbearable pasts, she didn't want the former hero to know a word.

Dongdong cried louder and louder in her arms, and the word "mother" became more and more proficient.

I don't know how long it took, but the man finally got tired.

The stick had been broken in half by him.

He threw the stick to the side and spat at her fiercely: "Dog, you have to protect this little bastard, then Lao Tzu won't give you food from now on!"

He slammed the door and left.