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The teachers were shocked, and immediately someone went to the classroom, and Teacher Bian Ru was still in the classroom, and the children were still there. (Marshmallow . The children who have not yet been left are waiting for their parents to come, playing with toys and talking about who will pick him up.

"Mom is coming to pick me up today!" A child shouted.

"I also want my mom to pick me up, but she can't come to work today, so my dad has to pick me up." Girls love to cry, and when they talk about their mothers, their eyes are red.

"Daddy is coming to pick you up. It's also good. Mo Shaoyu said.

"Mo Shaoyu. Don't you want your mom to pick you up? The little girl asked again.

Shaoyu was holding the building block, and the top of the triangle was about to be put up, "I don't want to, Dad will pick me up." ”

But at this moment, Teacher Ding came quickly, stood at the door and said, "Teacher Ru, Mo Shaoyu's child's mother is here!" ”

The building block that was about to be placed was not held steady, and it fell down like this, and Mo Shaoyu looked at the door of the classroom with big eyes.

Teacher Ru was also surprised, "Mo Shaoyu's mother? ”

As far as Mr. Ru knows, Mo Shaoyu's father and mother have long been separated, and his mother is not in Hong Kong City, so they have never met, so what happened now, and suddenly came back?

The teachers looked at Mo Shaoyu. The child's innocent face was stunned, as if he was also surprised, and he was a little at a loss.

"Mo Shaoyu, the teacher will take a look, you wait here." For this mother who suddenly appeared, Teacher Ru, who was born as a class guide, did not dare to let her go easily, and only let the teacher who passed the message stay, and she went outside to see what was going on.

"Teacher Ding, you can contact Shaoyu's father."

Teacher Ding nodded, took out his mobile phone and contacted Mo Shaoyu's father, "Mr. Mo." Hello, I'm Mr. Ding. Here's the thing, there was a lady who came to the school, and she said that she was Shaoyu's mother, and she came to pick up the child, and it was ......"

Teacher Ding hung up the line and looked at the child again, Shao Yu was reaccumulating the collapsed building blocks again.

For the arrival of his mother, he was so quiet.

Teacher Ru ran out of the classroom and went straight to the gate of the teaching building, and sure enough, I saw the beautiful figure from a distance, standing there eye-catchingly, different from other mothers who came to pick up the children. Read the full text of the latest chapter

It's just that her eyes are always looking ahead, facing herself, Teacher Ru ran faster, and finally met her, "Hello." ”

"Hello." She answered.

"I am the class instructor of Mo Shaoyu's children's class, my surname is Ru, my name is Yao Xiaoru, you can call me Teacher Ru directly." Teacher Ru introduced herself.

"Hello, Mr. Ru, my surname is Song." Song replied.

Teacher Ru looked at the beautiful woman in front of her, "I'm sorry, I'm presumptuous, please come over here for a while." ”

Teacher Ru led her aside, and she asked, "Ms. Song, hello, I also know a little about Mo Shaoyu's situation, but you came over suddenly, what proof can you prove that you are his mother?" ”

"Teacher Ru, I don't think anyone will come to claim it."

"No, I didn't mean that, I just asked as usual."

"Of course," she said, smiling, "I see what you mean, you are a very competent teacher. I think that's probably going to prove it. ”

When Teacher Ru heard her say this, she saw that she took out a few photos from her satchel, and she took them and looked. I saw that the edges of the photo have been worn out, it should be because I often hold it in my hand to look at it, the photo was taken in an old house, and the surroundings are very lively, probably a joyful celebration or something. And the person in the photo has two women, one of whom he doesn't recognize, and the other is Ms. Song in front of him.

She was holding a baby in her arms, the child was only a few months old, but she could still recognize it between her eyebrows and eyes, which was exactly what Mo Shaoyu looked like when he was a child.

"Shaoyu and I, don't we look alike?" Song Qiyue asked softly.

Teacher Ru is still looking at the photo, although there is no Mr. Mo here, but the child was hugged by her, although Mo Shaoyu's appearance is the same as Mr. Mo, but compared the photo, and then compared with Ms. Song, only to find that the beauty in the child's silhouette turned out to be inherited from the mother.

"Ms. Song, I think it's not wrong that you are Shaoyu's mother, but our school rules stipulate that only Mr. Mo can claim and pick it up, as well as Mr. Mo's mother." Teacher Ru replied, returning the photo with both hands.

Song Qiyue took the satchel back, but she replied, "I know, in fact, I didn't want to take him away, I just wanted to pick him up from school and send him home." ”

"I just wanted to meet him." Song Qiyue said with staring eyes.

Teacher Ru confirmed her identity, and now she understood, thinking of the distressing Shaoyu, she softened her heart, "Ms. Song, so let's do it, Shaoyu's grandmother hasn't come yet, why don't you go into the classroom and wait for a while?" ”

Song Qiyue nodded happily. Read the full text of the latest chapter

In that classroom, the children were picked up one by one, only a few were still there, and Mo Shaoyu was still building blocks, never stopping.

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"Mo Shaoyu, Teacher Ru brought your mother over." The teacher next to him shouted again.

Teacher Ru also approached, "Shaoyu, your mother is here, take a look at your mother." ”

The appearance of Song Qiyue surprised the teachers, and the remaining children in the classroom were also surprised. The children looked at the woman who followed the teacher in, and saw a beautiful aunt in a white dress, and they all looked amazing.

The children began to ask questions, and one by one they turned into curious babies.

"Mo Shaoyu, is she your mother?"

"Mo Shaoyu, your mother came back from a business trip, is she coming to pick you up?"

"Mo Shaoyu's mother is so beautiful, so long, so long, and the skirt is so beautiful!" The little girl loves to be beautiful, and shouted sweetly to Song Qiyue, "Auntie! ”

Song Qiyue's eyes were always on the child, and his son was sitting on the floor of the classroom, but he was staring at the building block toys, one by one. At this moment, she also saw the other children in the class, and greeted them with a smile, "Hello." ”

"Hello Auntie." The children shouted politely.

But no matter how enthusiastic he is on this side, Mo Shaoyu is still building blocks, he is so serious, and the building blocks are getting higher and higher. However, he ignored it and did not say anything, as if he had not heard the teacher's words at all.

Shaoyu's reaction shocked the teachers, but somehow, Song Qiyue was not surprised, but was a little at a loss.

"Shaoyu?" Teacher Ru was still shouting, and she laughed softly, "Look at it, Mom is here." ”

Mo Shaoyu is still building blocks.

The children in the class were taken away one after another, and at this time, Mrs. Mo also arrived, because of some traffic jams on the road, she was a little late today, but she was told by the teacher, "Shaoyu's mother is here and is in the classroom." ”

Mrs. Mo was shocked, Shaoyu's mother? She thought about it, could it be, could it be her?

Mrs. Mo entered the school building, and she went to the classroom. As soon as I got closer, I saw the picture, it was a woman in a white dress standing in front, the teachers were on the side, and among the few remaining children, Shao Yu was playing with building blocks.

"Shaoyu, your grandma is here." Teacher Ru looked back, and she shouted again.

Song Qiyue looked at Shao Yu's eyes for a moment, but Mrs. Mo was fixed, she looked at the back, only to see that she turned around, it was Song Qiyue!

The two met suddenly, Mrs. Mo had no warning, but Song Qiyue was much calmer in comparison.

"Hello, long time no see." Greetings from Song July.

But Mrs. Mo couldn't speak, she didn't react for a while, and came back to her senses and said quietly, "You're back." ”

Hearing this, the teachers were even more convinced of the fact that Ms. Song was Shaoyu's mother.

"I'll come to see Shaoyu, pick him up from school, and send him back to Mo's house." Song Qiyue said again.

Mrs. Mo was silent and said, "Yes." ”

"Shaoyu." Mrs. Mo went to call out to the child again, "Mommy is here, come to pick you up, let's go." "Hugh Shi Xie.

In the past, when Mrs. Mo came, Mo Shaoyu was absolutely obedient, but today it was surprising that he still didn't say anything, as if he was immersed in his own world and only the toy building blocks.

Mrs. Mo frowned, she noticed the child's abnormality.

The child ignored it, which made Song Qiyue even more at a loss, compared to when she was in the small park, she had plucked up her courage at that time, but now she was afraid, because she didn't know how to face it in order for him to accept herself.

She still took a step forward and came to her son, she half-squatted down and shouted, "Shaoyu, mom is here, mom is here to take you home, okay?" ”

She asked, and she held out her hand to him, no longer through the little yellow hat, she wanted to touch him. The child's soft hair touched the fingertips, but in the next second, he turned his head to dodge, avoiding her hand, and raised his head even more, his eyebrows furrowed, and looked at her with a complicated light.

It's strangeness, rejection, alienation, and resistance!

Looking at his son's eyes, Song Qiyue was shocked!

Shao Yu looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head again.

"Shaoyu, let's go home together." Mrs. Mo was shouting.

"Shaoyu, will you go home with grandma and mother?" Teacher Ru was also shouting.

But the child refused to speak, his lips pursed so tightly that the blocks collapsed, and he folded them again.

Song Qiyue froze there, at a loss, so he couldn't say a word, so he could only look at him like this.

"Mr. Mo has been contacted, and he said he will come over." Teacher Ru said softly.

So the adults stayed in the classroom, waiting for Mo Zhengyan to arrive, and the last child was also taken away by Teacher Ding and sent to the parents, and the classroom was quiet all of a sudden.

"Shaoyu, mom will play with you with the blocks." Song Qiyue spoke again, trying to get closer, she picked up a building block and put it on the tower he had already built.

Syllable----!

That block was actually waved down by him, and his refusal was completely obvious, and Song Qiyue's heart seemed to have been cut fiercely.

"Shaoyu, you can't do this." Mrs. Mo was shouting, and Teacher Ru was also softly persuading, "Shaoyu, the toys in the school should be put gently, otherwise they will be broken, right?" ”

The child has a stubborn little face and yd_sj; Pursed her lips.

Just when the stalemate was at a stalemate, a long figure flashed outside the classroom, and that handsome face came into view, it was Mo Zhengyan who arrived.

"Look, it's Daddy!" Teacher Ru hurriedly shouted again.

But in the next second, Mo Shaoyu raised his head suddenly, and in the stunned gaze of everyone, he got up from the floor without moving, and ran to Mo Zhengyan, who was still standing at the door, that fast, even Teacher Ru didn't have time to hold him, Mrs. Mo was fixed.

Song Qiyue was half-squatting there, and in front of her eyes was her son's flashing face. She turned her head slowly, and saw him pulling his legs and running towards Mo Zhengyan, he rushed over, and the little child hugged his legs, as if he had found a big tree to rely on, and refused to let go.

This scene reversed too quickly, and it happened before it had time to blink, and Shaoyu's children's voice sounded muffled, "Dad, take me home." ”

Song Qiyue's heart suddenly trembled, and she immediately stood up.

Mo Zhengyan gently patted his son's back, and he said in a low voice, "Grandma and mother came to pick you up today, why haven't you gone back yet?" ”

"I want my dad to pick me up." Shaoyu hugged his father and refused to let go.

"Mom is coming to pick you up, isn't it?" Mo Zhengyan asked.

The child's head kept his back to them, and his voice was even softer, "I don't want it!" ”

These words pierced Song Qiyue, her son, not far away, heard him say, "I don't want a mother!" ”

Instantly became even more stalemate, and Mo Zhengyan shouted, "Shaoyu." ”

"She doesn't want me, and I don't want her anymore----!" The child shouted even more violently, "I don't want her to take me home!" ”

Seeing that there was a stalemate, Mo Zhengyan had no choice but to say, "Then let grandma take you home, you go back first, and dad will come back immediately." ”

Mrs. Mo stepped forward, pulled Mo Shaoyu, and no longer mentioned her mother, and the child was willing to take Mrs. Mo's hand and leave.

"Shaoyu, I forgot to take the book!" Teacher Ru caught a glimpse of the book pulled down from the side, and she chased after it.

There were only them left in the classroom, Mo Zhengyan was standing at the door, and Song Qiyue was standing inside, with the building blocks thrown by the children beside her. It turned out that he didn't like the blocks at all, but, it was just that he didn't want to see her at all, because he said----

I don't want mom!

Song Qiyue stared, she met him, "Mo Zhengyan, it's you, it's you who said this to the child." ”

She doesn't want me, and I don't want her anymore----

"You told him that I didn't want him, that's why now, he's saying that." The piercing pain, when the child said those words, Song Qiyue really couldn't react, and the tangled expectations in his heart seemed to be hollowed out together.

In the past two years, they have not met, but she has tried to imagine the scene of meeting countless times, what her son has grown like, what he will say in the first sentence after seeing her, how he will face it, maybe like a stranger. But the first cry was "Auntie", and now he is saying it again, he says he doesn't want her, he doesn't want her as a mother.

"Mo Zhengyan, you lied in front of your children, you just wanted your children to hate me, and you have done it now." Her voice was not heavy, but it was dignified.

"You can slander me as if I never existed, but how can you tell him that it's his mother who doesn't want him, and what do you make him think? How do you let him accept it? You make him so small, how to face it! ”

"Mo Zhengyan, how can you be so cruel to your own children!"

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