"Hasn't Mommy come back yet?"

After Lin Xunmo took the mobile phone from the table, he took Rong Zhiwei to the entrance: "Mom is still at work, Weiwei misses her mother?" ”

"Sort of." Rong Zhiwei replied.

"Don't worry, when we come back from playing, my mother will come back." Lin Xunmo took out a pair of small white shoes from the shoe cabinet and put them in front of Rong Zhiwei: "Be good, put on your own shoes." ”

Then he stuffed his mobile phone and wallet keys into his pants pocket, and after changing his shoes, he opened the door and led Rong Zhiwei out.

——

In the evening, Lin Xunmo and Rong Zhiwei happened to arrive home a few minutes before Lin's mother returned.

After dinner, the mother and son chatted for a while, and then they went about their jobs.

Lin Xunmo led Rong Zhiwei back to the bedroom of the two of them.

Since Rong Zhiwei came to this home, she has always slept in the same room and one bed with Lin Xunmo.

When she was five years old, Lin's mother wanted to make a room for Rong Zhiwei again, but Lin Xunmo was not very happy, and Rong Zhiwei was not very willing to sleep alone.

Mother Lin wanted to try to sleep the two little ones separately for one night, but Rong Zhiwei couldn't, she couldn't sleep without Lin Xunmo by her side, so she didn't sleep even if Mother Lin told her stories and sang, and looked at the ceiling with round eyes.

Helpless, Mother Lin had to let the two little ones continue to sleep together.

Lin Xunmo's room has some photos on a wall.

After the family portrait headed by Lin Xunmo, there were photos of Lin Xunmo from full-term birth, and eleven or twelve were pasted on the big wall alone until Rong Zhiwei was brought home.

There are more photos.

There are Lin Xunmo, Rong Zhiwei, and more, a photo of the two of them.

From time to time, Lin Mu also joined, and it has only been four years, and the wall is already one-third full.

When I went to the playground to play today, Lin Xunmo washed the photos he took before going home.

Step on a chair and stick a few photos on a higher place.

In the photo, she is very cute.

With soft black hair on her shoulders, a white floral chiffon skirt and a pair of small white shoes, she sat on the merry-go-round and smiled happily.

There are also photos of her holding a large glass of lime juice in her hand, biting a straw with a satisfied face.

After pasting the photo, Lin Xunmo asked her to play by herself in the room, and he was going to find his mother.

After Rong Zhiwei answered obediently, she lay on the bed and began to recite the half of the poem that she had not memorized during the day.

Maybe for her little one, it's happy enough.

In the small world, there are only two people, Lin Xunmo and Lin Mu, who can value her in the bottom of their hearts, and she also regards them as family members and her bottom line.

Or she had the experience of dying once, and she cherished this time.

Over there, after Lin Xunmo left his and Rong Zhiwei's bedroom, he walked straight to Lin's mother's room.

Standing at the door of the half-hidden room, Lin Xunmo reached out and knocked lightly.

"Mom, may I come in?"

"Silently? Come on in. ”

Mother Lin's gentle and delicate voice came from inside.

Lin Xunmo pushed the door and walked in.

The years have left some traces on this gentle and dignified woman, maybe Father Lin's accident was too sudden, or it may be that the responsibility of supporting alone is too heavy.

Such a delicate and gentle woman, life is not very happy.

The wedding photos on the bedroom wall, and the double bed lined with it late at night, are extremely lonely.

Even the little bit of aura that belonged to Father Lin in the room was about to disappear.

The two children seem to have become all her sustenance, probably because of the lack of father's love, and he doesn't have much time to accompany Lin Xunmo, so he does his best to complete his requirements.

For example, he wants a playmate, so he has the existence of Rong Zhiwei.

There were still two pillows side by side on the double bed, as if to look less lonely.

Mother Lin sat on the bed and looked at the book that had been placed next to the pillow.

The hidden door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Lin Xunmo walked in.

"Is there something wrong with Mom?"

Turning his gaze from the book on his lap to him, his son's clear eyes were like his father's.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and got straight to the point.

"Mom, do you know that there is also a dance center next to the institution where I studied piano?"

Lin Mu blinked, as if she was recalling.

But it was only two seconds: "Yes." ”

"Take Weiwei out to play this afternoon, and when I pass by, I see that Weiwei is very interested in dance, otherwise my mother will also help Weiwei sign up for a dance class, right?"

Although it is a word of discussion, it cannot be refused.

Mother Lin looked at him, with a smile on the corner of her lips and a slight bow: "It's okay, so that Weiwei won't be bored when you go to class on the weekend." ”

Speaking of this, Lin Xunmo's face also opened a warm smile: "Thank you, Mom!" ”

"Is there anything else to talk about in Silence?"

"No, then I'll go back to the bedroom and get ready for bed, mom have a good night and go to bed early."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he jumped lightly to the ground, and after saying goodnight to Mother Lin, he walked briskly to the door.

"Good night."

Before leaving, I didn't forget to help Mother Lin bring it to the door.

At the age of six, she began to learn dance, and his piano lessons were exactly the same as when she was twelve.

In the blink of an eye, a few spring and autumn seasons have passed.

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Rong Zhiwei, who is ten years old but is already in the sixth grade, is at the top of her grade in her studies, but her age is two years younger than her peers.

Naturally, I jumped two levels, but the reason is very simple.

Originally, Lin Xunmo was six years older than her, just past the age of elementary school, which means that it is impossible for two people to have the opportunity to be in the same school.

And Rong Zhiwei, who is aware of this problem, has a goal she wants to strive for.

Because she has a brother who is a scholar, Rong Zhiwei often holds her primary school textbooks and runs to ask her little brother to open a small stove for her.

Coupled with the reason why she also worked hard, Mother Lin also went by the two of them.

I will graduate from elementary school in half a month, and I will enter middle school at that time.

She's going to Nanda High School where her brother is!

My brother is in high school and she's in junior high school, so that's good enough.

Thinking of this, she sat on a chair in her room and swayed her legs, humming a song very happily, and even the roll assigned to her by her brother in front of her seemed to be easier and simpler.

That's right, her own room.

More than half a year ago, the two people who had been sleeping together finally separated.

The reason is not Lin Mu's request, but Lin Xunmo's own request.

It may be that Rong Zhiwei and Lin Xunmo have been together for a long time, and the relationship between the two is also deep, so Rong Zhiwei seems to... Listen to Lin Xunmo's words a little more.

Originally, I didn't want to sleep in a separate room with my little brother, but my little brother said that she had grown up, and it was not okay to sleep with my brother again.