"Son, I know you're hiding from your mother, but why?"

When Wen Lan was about to walk to the cabinet, she suddenly stopped, as if she was not in a hurry to find Shu Jian.

"She stopped! Why wouldn't she be looking for me? Could it be that she has already discovered me! ”

Shu Jian didn't feel happy when Wen Lan stopped, but became more timid.

And Wen Lan bent down and was about to open the wardrobe to find her son, but her mobile phone rang at an inopportune time.

"Huh? I remember putting my phone in my trouser pocket? How could there not be? ”

She felt in her trouser pocket and found that she couldn't find her phone, so she was about to leave to look for it on the sofa in the living room, but before leaving, the corner of her eye flashed towards the wardrobe, which happened to be consistent with Shu Jian's gaze from inside the wardrobe peeking outside.

"She's found me!"

Shu Jian's heart chuckled, but when he saw Wen Lan leave the room after just a glance, Shu Jian breathed a sigh of relief, followed by the pain in his leg bones that he hadn't realized before.

"Hey, next time it's time to hide somewhere else"

He dragged his already limp body out of the closet, calmly looking at the door that had been closed by Wen Lan and locked the door, but the words he said were so heart-wrenching.

Wen Lan, who was hiding outside the door, covered her mouth, her face covered with tears that had flowed at some point. "Sure enough, it's not my son" The screen of the mobile phone in her hand lit up, and on it was a photo of Wen Lan and her son when he was five years old.

Wen Lan wiped away her tears, cheered up and walked to the kitchen, "Today is my son's birthday, I can't cry."

Wiping her tears from her eyes, she was decorating the blank cake in the kitchen on the chopping board, and even when she was depressed, she made a perfect cake that was fine except for a picture of her five-year-old son on it.

"Ahem," Wen Lan coughed lightly and said, "Son, I'm about to come out and eat cake." It's your eighteenth birthday."

Wen Lan's eyes flashed with surging emotions, although she didn't know who the person in the room who replaced her son was, but for the sake of her thoughts about missing her son, she didn't reveal his identity.

"Birthday? Why did my mom start calling me again? Usually when she comes into this room and can't find me, doesn't it stop? Is today a special day? ”

The door was secretly opened by Shu Jian, and from Wen Lan's point of view, although the door was open, the dark space inside could not make her see the so-called son clearly, she just saw a flash of red light, which seemed to be the person's eyes.

Wen Lan lowered her head after just a glance, fiddling with the cake with both hands, not wanting to be discovered by that person that she had noticed that he was not her son.

"Oh, my mom prepared cake for me, but she forgot that I don't eat cake. Especially this otherworldly cake. ”

Shu Jian suddenly remembered that this was not his mother, but the mother of this body. And he was in the place of her son.

Shu Jian wanted to go out of the room to the sofa in the living room to give Wen Lan, the mother of this body, a hug from her son, but she trembled and seemed to refuse this kind of behavior, body and heart.

Shu Jian only glanced at it, then retreated because he couldn't leave the room, and "squeaked" carefully closed the door, leaning against the door and panting.