Luo Mingjiao had red eyes, touched Huzi's head with a smile, and said, "Huzi's mother loves Huzi very, very much, just like Huzi's grandmother loves Huzi." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Luo Mingjiao understood why she would say this to a four or five-year-old child, because from the first time she saw Huzi, she felt that Huzi missed her mother very much.

Although Huzi is small, he is very smart, he understands, it turns out that the aunt is really not a mother, and the aunt has her own son. Auntie's son is so happy, why isn't Auntie her own mother?

"Can you be my mother?" After a long time, Luo Mingjiao's emotions gradually calmed down, thinking that Huzi was asleep next to her, but suddenly heard Huzi muttering in a low voice, and she heard it a little vaguely.

Luo Mingjiao saw that Huzi's head was buried very low, and there were shallow tear stains on the ground between her feet.

Seeing this situation, Luo Mingjiao couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, she thought, she knew what Huzi had just said.

She took Huzi into her arms, just like hugging her son Xixi, and she said, "Huzi, can you be a son to your aunt?" There are many benefits to being a son to an aunt! Not only many mothers, but also many younger brothers......" chattered a lot.

Huzi's small body was stiff at first when he was held into his arms, and finally gradually relaxed, he kept his head down, but his small ears were supported and listened very seriously. I don't know how long later, he suddenly called softly: "Mom! ”

The voice was as small as a mosquito, Luo Mingjiao was chattering, and he didn't hear it, but Huzi laughed because of this 'mother', and he slowly raised his head and looked at Luo Mingjiao.

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Getting on the bus home, Luo Mingjiao calmed down and was very uneasy.

…… Xixi's hukou was moved away by Xixi's father without even saying hello, so will Xixi's father take Xixi directly?

…… While she's away!

I have to say, this possibility is very high.

Once some thoughts come out, they will be like vines under the rain and dew, growing wildly, watching the bus stop by stop, Luo Mingjiao was anxious, when passing by a stop, she saw a taxi outside getting off people, she immediately got out of the car and got into the taxi.

It wasn't until she entered the house and saw her son who was calling her mother to run over that Luo Mingjiao's heart was put back in her stomach.

In the next few days, Luo Mingjiao's whole spirit was in a tense state, she didn't care about painting to make money, and she was always guarding her son.

Luo Mingjiao was a little nervous when she was nervous, she was like a soldier.

She knew her state and what was going to happen, and it was useless to worry about it.

But he couldn't help it.

The feeling of the child being stripped from the belly in the previous life became extremely distinct, as if there was a pair of hands that did not know where to hide, and they were ready to take away Luo Yuxi at any time and make her lose the child again.

Luo Mingjiao's situation, Grandma Luo and Yu Xiaoli saw it in their eyes and were very worried.

Only Luo Yuxi is very happy, the little guy doesn't have to count the time with his hands and wait for his mother to come home, from opening his eyes in the morning to going to bed at night, his mother is by his side, he has never been as happy as these days.

One day, two days, three days, four days......

Luo Mingjiao dreamed again, but the dream had changed.

A few days ago, she had the same dream almost every night, first the baby was crying in the dream, she couldn't find a voice anywhere, and when she was about to despair, she saw Xi Xi crying and calling her mother, she hurriedly ran to her, but saw Xi Xi being taken away by a pair of hands stretched out in the darkness, and gradually faded out of sight.

And this night, she dreamed of her childhood, dreamed of her father, who taught her to identify herbs, because she was young, she couldn't remember, so her father said to her: "Don't worry, take your time, it will be fine." ”

The father said: Don't worry, take your time, it will be fine!

What a simple sentence, but it invisibly gave Luo Mingjiao a strength.

She woke up, and her head became clear in an instant.

That's right! Even if Luo Yuxi's hukou was moved away by the 'father' she had never met, Luo Yuxi was still by her side, and Luo Yuxi's 'father' didn't appear, so why was she in a hurry here?

Could it be that Luo Yuxi's 'father' wanted to take Luo Yuxi away, and she watched her son being taken away?

Of course not!

Since she won't, why is she worrying about the sky here?!

She is not just a random person, she is Luo Yuxi's mother, and Luo Yuxi's father, she has the same opportunity to fight for custody.

Moreover, Luo Yuxi has been living with her mother since she was born, whether it is the attitude of the child or the judgment of the law, she has an advantage.

Thinking of these, Luo Mingjiao suddenly became enlightened, she was going to earn money and send her son to kindergarten, if Luo Yuxi's father stood up and fought with her for custody, as she is now, she can't even guarantee the child's education, how can she prove to the judge that she can give the child a good environment to grow up?

She can't lose, she can't even see the face of the 'enemy', so she planted herself first.

Yes, yes, I painted, sold for money, and saved money for my son's tuition.

With the backbone of the heart, Luo Mingjiao got up before dawn, washed her cold face, unfolded the drawing paper, and painted.

In order not to affect her son's sleep, she turned on the table lamp, and the light of the table lamp hit the paper, and Luo Mingjiao's whole person fell into the dark.

Originally, I thought that she was in a disturbed mood and couldn't draw anything, but Luo Mingjiao didn't expect that under this kind of mental exhaustion and tension, she seemed to become, crazy, and it can be said that the pen is like a god, and the brush style is like flying.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Yuxi slept in a daze and found that there was no mother around him, sat up with a small mouth, rubbed his eyes and called his mother, only to find that his mother was in the house, and when he saw his mother painting again, Luo Yuxi immediately came to his senses.

The little guy didn't get out of bed, but crawled to the end of the bed, tilting his head to look at his mother's new work.

Luo Yuxi saw an orange-red disc hanging in the sky, it was the rising sun, before it bloomed.

Obviously there is no radiance, but in the eyes, it gives people a bright and cheerful feeling.

"The Sun!" Luo Yuxi shouted happily.

Luo Mingjiao came back to her senses slightly, turned back with a smile, and used the pen in her hand to point a 'cinnabar mole' on Luo Yuxi's eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Yes, the sun." "No matter how many years you have experienced, you will never give up rising day after day and shining on the earth.

And the first rise is an attitude, a kind of guidance, symbolizing the beginning, and the sunshine that follows.

"Hee-hee, do you want to go out with your mother?" Luo Mingjiao put down the pen, picked up her son, grabbed the little hand of the little guy who wanted to touch the 'cinnabar mole' on his forehead, and asked with a smile.