In those few nights, he was groggy in the hospital bed, Shen Qianshu took care of him all night, he saw Shen Qianshu crying in his half-dream, his heart was also twisted, and he was thinking at that time, if he died, it would be good.

If he's dead, Mommy won't lose the blueprints.

He blames himself, feels guilty, and always can't let go.

If it weren't for his brother's heart, he and Mommy wouldn't have crossed paths, and they wouldn't have known that there would be people in this world who loved him so much.

"Mommy, I was wrong, don't be angry. Tong Hua lowered his head, with a bag of tears in his eyes, and his voice was soft, like a child waking up in the middle of the night.

Shen Qianshu hardened his heart, lowered his head to draw, and his fingers trembled slightly.

Over the years, this is the second time that children's paintings have been punished.

On the drawings, she couldn't seem to see what was drawn.

Her son is sensitive and stubborn, and some things are like a cancer that has been growing in his heart, which is not a good thing.

"Mommy, I was wrong...... Tong Hua was almost a little pleading, "don't be angry, okay?"

He choked up, sniffled, and his eyes were red.

Shen Qianshu put down the paintbrush and looked at him fixedly, "What's wrong?"

Her attitude is very strict, and some things must be eliminated once and for the first time, so as not to break the thread and be sad.

"I shouldn't have brought it up to make Mommy sad. ”

"Wrong. Shen Qianshu's attitude was indifferent.

Tong Hua's tears fell and he looked at Shen Qianshu aggrievedly.

Shen Qianshu was afraid that he would be soft-hearted, so he didn't look away, "Keep thinking, think about it before you speak." ”

She stopped talking, closed the blueprint, and went to the bedroom, and the children's painting panicked instantly, and her eyes were almost pleading.

Mommy, don't go, don't leave me alone.

Mommy, I was wrong.

Don't be angry.

However, no matter how pitiful his eyes were, Shen Qianshu didn't look at him.

The bedroom door closed softly.

The children's painting bit her lip and turned into a small crying bag.

Mommy, don't you want me?

The bedroom door opened again.

Shen Qianshu took a book, returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, read quietly, Tong Hua sniffled, and his white little hands hurriedly wiped his tears, making sure that Shen Qianshu was in the living room, he was not so panicked.

She looked at the book, but she didn't read it.

Today's incident was too sudden.

Both mother and son were caught off guard.

The children's painting suddenly went berserk, and she was at a loss to deal with it.

She painted Shen Lin, which has always been a knot in the heart of children's paintings, with the mentality that she can't hide it, so there is no need to avoid it, she has never avoided children's paintings, and occasionally discusses the inspiration of drawing with children's paintings.

The children's paintings are not happy, and they have never been mad.

This is the first time to go berserk.

It came very suddenly.

It stung her heart.

It was she who did something wrong that made Tong Hua so uneasy.

It was already akin to her uneasiness about abandoning him.

She thought about the recent events, and the only exception and special thing was Yeling.

She has a delicate heart, calmed down, thought about it, and understood a little, and her heart was even more tingling.

"Mommy, don't be angry, okay?" Tong Hua cried and blushed, the whole person seemed to be holding his breath, the tip of his nose, ears, and eyes were all red, looking like a little pitiful bag, which was particularly distressing.

Shen Qianshu was also ruthless enough, knowing that he couldn't help but be soft-hearted, he just didn't look up at him.