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Lu Anyao only saw her son half a year later, a pink and lovely baby, small, white, black and fluffy, with a pair of dark eyes, and the purest innocence in his eyes. He giggled at her, and couldn't speak, only babbling and waving his little hands for her to hug. She hugged him stiffly under the expectant gaze of the babysitter, and his little hand was limp and touched her cheek......

Her eyes were red, and hot tears immediately burst out of her eyes. She threw the child back to the nanny in a panic and locked herself in her room and cried for a day and a night. The next day, she flew abroad again.

There are many people in China who have the idea of her, the richest single woman. This single richest woman is different from others, she is not very old, too young, she does not look like someone who has had children at all, and they don't care if she has had children. In order to promote cooperation, they do not hesitate to use all kinds of beautiful male tricks. She can be drugged by anyone who drinks alcohol, but fortunately she is much smarter, and she can distinguish the drugs, and no one succeeds; there are always people who want to get her drunk, and she can be pushed into the arms of men on the flat ground. There were too many men they sent, all sorts, but none of them were able to succeed in taking her down.

Over time, those people gradually stopped thinking about it, and they said that maybe she liked women.

The son is only one year old, and An Yao's family has changed to a nanny. At the beginning, the nanny took care of Lu Qingxun for a year, but because her husband was seriously ill, she had to go back to take care of her. An Yao gave her some help and let her go back. The new nanny, Peach Hong, is a young woman who has been married for only a few years, with raised eyebrows and eyes, with a little restlessness. But An Yao didn't pay too much attention to it, because she didn't care much about Lu Qingxun.

An Yao is a busy person, she hardly stays home for a year, and it is a miracle to be at home for two or three days in a month. She gave Peach a higher salary for a month, and asked her to take care of her son, whatever her son needed, Peach just had to buy. Taohong does take good care of her, just like taking care of her own son, at least that's what An Yao sees every time she goes home.

But that's all false appearances.

Once, she came home early from a business trip and forgot to inform Rose, and then she saw a scene she will never forget. Pink and a young man, doing shameless things on her family's fancy couch. Their clothes were thrown to the ground, and they did it mercilessly.

The lavish hall was a mess, with food on the table and garbage on the floor.

Where is Lu Qingxun?

At that moment, she was terrified, and the first thing that came to her mind was her son. She didn't have time to teach the dog men and women in the living room a lesson, and rushed upstairs. Two five or six-year-olds were playing with toys in her son's room, and her two-year-old son was huddled alone in the corner, his pink face with a scratch.

She subconsciously peeled off his clothes, only to see that his body was full of traces of abuse, her heart was like a knife, and her heart was dripping blood.

"Qingxun, Qingxun, I'm a mother......" she said over and over again, repentantly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry......"

Lu Qingxun was still shrunk in the corner, his small thin body trembled, his head was raised, he was too good-looking, like a delicate doll, but his face was expressionless. His dark eyes looked at An Yao, which was full of confusion, strangeness, rejection, fear, and resistance.

Unfamiliar.

His little mouth pursed and he didn't say a word, like looking at a stranger, and then he continued to hang his little head, completely ignoring An Yao.

An Yao screamed in pain and held him in his arms, tightly. He was very resistant, and he kept struggling, struggling like a lion cub, but after all, he was only two years old, and his strength was very different, and he was still hugged hard by An Yao.

An Yao kicked out all the people in the family, they lived in her house, used her money, ate her food, but abused her son. The man still wanted to beat her idea, An Yao almost took out a knife as if she was crazy, and forced people away, no one can underestimate the strength of a mother.

She took Peach to court, and she wanted Peach to pay back ten times as much! Peach laughed, her words were like a hammer, beating An Yao's heart sharply, "What kind of mother are you, you are not as good as me! Have you seen him a few times, does he remember his birthday? Do you know when he sleeps every night? Do you know what he likes to eat? You ......

She said so much, but An Yao didn't know anything except Lu Qingxun's birthday, and she didn't know anything.

In a trance, she remembered that someone had said something to her, he said that he was reluctant to die, she was too stupid, and he was afraid that she would be bullied in the future.

It's funny, it's funny.

An Yao has become ruthless and resolute since then. Of course, the object of the vigorous and resolute is not her son.

She began to take extra care of her son in order to make up for the motherhood she had not fulfilled in the past two years. She won't be as busy as she used to be, and she will find time every day to spend with her son.

She lived in Lu Qingxun's room, slept with him every night, and gently held him in her arms. Lu Qingxun didn't want to be hugged by strangers, he was very vigilant, always struggling with his little hands and feet, but she still ignored his wishes and hugged him. After a week like this, the little person may know that he can't resist, so he doesn't have to struggle. But he remained indifferent, with an indifference that should not be present in a child of this age.

She would cook for him, make all kinds of novel and delicate meals and snacks, and just want to feed him like a meaty little chubby.

She bought him toys and talked to him, whether he wanted to listen or not. She wanted to teach him to read and read, but Lu Qingxun never said a word, and always kept his mouth closed. She would tell him bedtime stories every night, and sometimes she would gently hum nursery rhymes to him, humming and humming and he would fall asleep.

He sleeps quietly, unlike other children, who lie defenselessly on the bed with their limbs spread out. One of his hands would habitually be placed on the other arm, which made An Yao feel distressed and heartbroken. The little guy is still so immature, he has no sense of security about the world.

She would reach out and touch his delicate little face lovingly, copying his features, he looked a little like her, only a third, and the other two-thirds did not look like her. She would touch his short, soft hair, touch his little hands, and she couldn't put it down when she touched it. Every woman has a time when motherhood is overflowing, and they are always especially fond of pink and cute things. What's more, this thing is nothing else, it is the son she gave birth to in October.

Over time, Lu Qingxun's eyes changed when she looked at her, and there began to be a trace of familiarity, dependence, and closeness in her clear eyes, which made An Yao ecstatic.

But that's it.

Lu Qingxun still didn't speak. After teaching him to speak many times to no avail, An Yao finally noticed that he was unusual, he might not be able to speak.

She took Lu Qingxun to see a top doctor. The doctor said that he has autism, and most of the two-year-old children can speak, but he has recently been frightened and abused, resulting in a lack of love, and he has temporarily lost the ability to be active and talkative.

The situation can be improved, but fortunately, there is still a chance.

"Qingxun, I'm my mother. Call me, Mom. You call me, call Mom, okay......" She had to teach him every day, with great patience, to endure, wait, and seek. I just hope that her son can call her.

But after a month of teaching, he still didn't want to speak. Her fragile heart finally couldn't take it anymore, her eyes were sour, and she couldn't hold back her tears. She thinks she loves to cry, and this habit can't be changed for many years. Even if she is no longer a simple girl, she is already a mother of a child, she will still cry silently when she is sad.

An Yao cried silently in front of him. It was winter, the weather was very cold, and there was a heavy cold fog outside, and her crystal tears slid down her white jade-like face, like the beauty and sentimentality of the snowflakes when they melted, and one drop fell on the back of Lu Qingxun's hand.

His little eyebrows furrowed, and he hesitantly slowly raised his little arm and touched her cold cheek. An Yao couldn't hold back any longer, put her hands away, and put the little guy downstairs.

An Yao gave Lu Qing a nickname, called Xiaobao, which means little baby.

Lu Xiaobao.

It's the treasure of her heart.

At dusk, the yard is purple and red, and the flowers and plants are fragrant.

The son writes at his small desk, and he will be three years old in a few months. But he can already write some phonetic letters and Arabic numerals, and his handwriting is already very neat and beautiful in front of children of the same age.

When An Yao walked over, he saw that his eyebrows and eyes were bathed in golden light, and Xiao Zhengtai looked as cute and serious. The more a mother looks at her son, the better he looks, and the Meitu App is nothing more than that. Her heart was warm, she touched his hair, and said gently, "Xiaobao, let's have a little competition, okay?"

She pulled out two boxy pieces of white paper from his small table and curled the corners of her lips: "Come, let's each have one paper, the same paper, and see who can throw it far." The loser should kiss the winner, how about you? ”

Lu Qingxun took the paper, his dark eyes moved, and he hung his little head and thought for less than 15 seconds, he raised his hand, slowly crumpled the paper in his hand into a small ball, stood next to her, climbed onto the chair, and threw it out of the window.

"......" An Yao suddenly...

Oops, no, it's a foul, this little guy actually knows how to be flexible, and instead of throwing the paper flat, he crumples it up and throws it again. She couldn't do it when she was three years old. Even if she had been in middle school, she might have just stupidly thrown it forward when she heard about it.

Let her son kiss her wish to be in vain~

An Yao then threw the paper forward, the paper was too long, the same as she expected, the paper floated in the air a few times, and finally could only land softly on the ground less than a meter away.

She looked at him and was about to speak, but saw that his eyes were shining, and his mouth opened slightly, and said, "Mom, you lost." ”

An Yao was stunned for a few minutes!

He spoke!

The first time he spoke,

The first time he spoke to her,

The first time he called her "Mommy",

His childish voice was crisp and a little soft and glutinous, teaching her that her heart was warm and hot, as if there was magma flowing through, and she was so moved.

"Our little baby is so smart, smarter than her mother. yes, Mom lost. Oh, how can Xiaobao be so smart!" She kissed him on the cheek and held him in her arms excitedly, so that he could not see her eyes blurred by tears.

"Xiaobao, can you call again?"

"Mom. ”

"Call again. ”

"Mom. ”

"Scream again. ”

"Mommy, Mommy!"

“……”

After his son could speak, he grew into a little angel who always liked to smile. When he smiles, his bright phoenix eyes will bend slightly, revealing two small and cute tiger teeth.

And then there's the love of doing things that normal kids like to do and asking questions. He became an inquisitive caterpillar, poking his little head out.

He would ask, "Mother, why do birds fly?"

。。。

He would ask, "Mom, where am I from?"

。。。

He would also ask, "Why doesn't the sun rise in the west?"

。。。

He would say, "Mom, I went to the beach with you last night after going to bed to catch fish, but when I woke up we were in bed." ”

Silly son, you're dreaming.

When he was four years old, his son would often go out to play and make friends with all kinds of bear children. He is very well-behaved, but smarter than children of the same age, he will dislike so-and-so child crying nose, so-and-so child can't wear clothes, so-and-so child walks crookedly, so-and-so child can't write. But every time he goes out, despite his young age, he is always the little leader of those children.

He's too sensible to be too worried.

But for him, An Yao always has an inexhaustible heart.

Once, he came back, his clean clothes were gray, his little face was one by one, and his hair was stained with sand and grass clippings.

An Yao was distressed to death, thinking that he was being bullied.

But he tilted his head and took the initiative to admit: "Mom, I got into a fight with someone." ”

She asked, "Why did they beat you?"

He said, "I hit them first." ”

She paused.

His eyes were slightly red, and his immature face showed a sad expression, and he lowered his head and whispered, "They say I'm a wild child." “

An Yao suddenly panicked. Sure enough, he raised his head again, his two dark eyebrows were wrinkled together, and a teardrop was rolling in his eyes: "Why don't I have a father, they all have a father." Where's my dad?"

An Yao was stunned, she didn't know how to answer.

"Does Daddy not love me, why didn't he come to me?"

He ...... Nature loves you. An Yao pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, gently touched his little face, and coaxed: "Xiaobao, when you grow up, your mother will tell you when you grow up." ”

He looked at her sadly, "It's okay if Daddy doesn't come to me. Does he love his mother? Why doesn't he come to him?"

An Yao's heart tightened, which made her speak.

She hadn't thought of Xiao Ziling for too long, too long.