The next morning, the sun showed its face for the first time in a long time. Can't wait, sprinkled all over every corner that can be reached. This world is always like this, no matter what happens, no matter whose joys and sorrows, the sun rises as usual. Maybe it's not close to people, but the days continue like this.

"One ......"

"Two ......"

"Three ......"

Xia Lian silently recited, every time the alarm bell rang, she curled up a finger back, and saw that her two hands were clenched into fists, but she was still buried in the quilt in a big shape, confidently not in a hurry.

In order for her son not to be late for school, she deliberately set dozens of time alarms on her mobile phone, allowing her to be woken up again and again day after day. I don't know when she started, she likes to reserve enough room for herself to turn around, so that one day she will reach the point where there is no way back.

"Mom...... Get up ......" Zimo passed by her room and shouted.

"Oh......" jumped up from the bed, but still sat still. The big bed left by the landlord was the only place that gave her a sense of security, and she could forget about the constraints of life and the belief that she had to work hard to live for a while. Therefore, every day, she always has to rely on the end, ignore all the difficulties of life, and spoil herself as she wants first.

"Mom......" Outside the house, Zimo's voice came again.

"Got it......" she replied casually as she got out of bed. Every day, I am accustomed to my son's urging, and I am happy to enjoy this happiness, taking care of and being taken care of, and I am often misplaced in this family.

"The toothpaste has squeezed it for you!" Zimo, who was already neatly dressed, sat on the sofa, holding a book in his hand.

When she passed by Zimo, she stroked her son's head casually, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face: "Hmm...... Well......" followed by a fragrant kiss in the air.

"Childish ......" Zimo rolled his eyes at her in disgust.

"What do you want to eat?" The toothbrush was blocked in her mouth, and she said incoherently, as if asking for advice, but the person was already running around the kitchen and bathroom.

"See how happy you ......" the child's eyes locked on the book. For three meals a day, I never have any hope, it's not that I don't want to, it's that Xia Lian is really not good at cooking, and some of them are already extra gifts.

"Omelette...... Milk? She asked, a little weak-hearted.

"Mom, do I have a choice?" The child put down the book in his hand and asked solemnly.

"For my mother, I was tired to help you choose!" Smiling, she was also serious.

"Please.....

"Say ......," she said, turning and walking towards the kitchen.

"In the future, can we omit this question?"

"Satisfy your ......" When he came out of the kitchen again, there was already an egg lying on the plate, but it was alone. The condition is not bad, at least it is not a bag, "Is it getting better and better?" She smugly wanted to be praised.

Reluctantly took the plate, and Zimo swallowed the whole egg in just two bites.

"It smells so good...... Isn't it? She said, exaggerated to the extreme.

"I'm afraid of being late, okay!" The mouth was stuffed with bulging bags, and the child's strength replied. Then he smiled, picked up his schoolbag and walked out the door.

"Wait for me......" Xia Lian followed, not forgetting to stuff a carton of milk in the side pocket of Zimo's schoolbag, "Lose three or four!" What if I lose myself one day? If I say that I have inherited any fine traditions of Chinese women, the only thing I should uphold should be this kind of chattering and fragmentary thoughts.

"Normal! The son inherits the mother's business! Standing on tiptoe, the child stretched out his arm and put his arm around her shoulder.

And she, naturally, leaned on her son's immature shoulders, staggered and staggered, and did not forget to pout and complain: "It's still too tender, unreliable......"

I hope that this nine-year-old man, who is already the height of the bridge of his nose, will grow up soon, to a thickness that people can rely on, even if her face is full of wrinkles at that time.

Perhaps, among all living beings, there is no woman who does not care about her face, even if she often envies the amazement of others, the one who feels the most beautiful in her heart will always be herself. Eyes, nose, ears, and even toes...... I can always find a certain part of my body to comfort myself - "I" is the best.

However, at the moment, she can't hold it anymore - barely stubborn, she has to be strong, how long can she last, I hope there is no end in sight. I wish there was a shoulder to lean on, but in this world, whether we are together or parting, close at hand or at the end of the world, there should be only two kinds of men who will not betray her like a rock - father, son, and after that, there is nothing else.

"The car is coming! The car is coming! The eyes of the children were still brighter, and the No. 55 bus separated by several intersections attracted Zimo's attention. shouted hurriedly, pulled up Xia Lian without saying a word, and ran straight to Qin Yuhuai, who was hiding in the hidden not far away, was nervous, for fear that the mother and son would only be in a hurry and forget the speeding vehicle beside them.

This place, located in a shantytown that has not yet been demolished, is chaotic with traffic.

Panting and running to the platform, Xia Lian couldn't wait to stick her tongue out like a dog to relieve her physical exhaustion: "Who invented the high heels, quickly pull them out and beat them!" He stooped over and half-crouched on the ground, each hand doing his job comforting the two injured ankles.

"Please, the high heels were originally for us men, but you women have to snatch them!" Yin Zimo raised his eyebrows lightly and said sarcastically.

"Hurt ......" frowned slightly, she was still complaining. However, didn't you want to drill into it? It hurts, and you have to endure the pain to wear it, just for the ethereal beauty in the eyes of others, so you are willing to be trapped, and then, accidentally, you are trapped.

"Band-Aid!" Zimo's intimacy is always beyond her imagination.

"I don't know who will be blessed in the future to be my daughter-in-law!" She smiled and quickly took it from Zimo's hand, afraid that her ridicule would anger Zimo, and the Band-Aid was also withdrawn.

glanced at her angrily, and Zimo turned his back to her. For such jokes, children are always taboo.

"We just made a mistake and can't cross the road in such a hurry!" Suddenly, she remembered the wrong demonstration just now, "Next time, I'll have to look left and right, you know?" She admonished, her face more serious than ever.

"I'm such a good person, I've been spoiled by you!" Zimo replied with a smile.

"I'm serious!" She stood up, still nagging, "When crossing the street, you have to look left and right, and when you take the bus, you have to wait for the bus to stop before getting on the ......."

"I'll send you a message when I get to school, call when I get home, and I'll be safe when I get home!" Zimo said everything she wanted to say for her.

"Long-winded is long-winded, but ......" As he spoke, bus No. 55 had already arrived in front of him.

"Remember to have breakfast!" This time, Chang Zimo came to teach, and when he stepped on the bus, he turned around and quickly stuffed the milk in his schoolbag into Xia Lian's hand, "On such a hot day, it will be spoiled at night!" "Milk needs to be refrigerated at low temperatures, with a maximum shelf life of three days.

"But I don't like to drink......," she said, and when she tried to return it, the door was slowly closed. Holding the milk hopelessly, but the heart is dripping with honey.

"Fuel—fuel—" Zimo whispered to her lips in the car window.

"Know—way—" she nodded, reaching out to make a V-shape.

This milky "little man" has given her all the thoughtfulness she can, no matter how overwhelming life is, she has finally grasped a trace of warmth.

However, in this world, there are some things that you know well, and there are always some things that you have never noticed, such as Qin Yuhuai not far away - wearing the stars and wearing the moon, keeping watch all night downstairs under her.

"My little child worker has grown up......" Holding the steering wheel with his elbows, Qin Yuhuai couldn't help but muttered to himself. He had the impression that she only had white sneakers, but after missing ten years, he missed so many ......

The bouncing ponytail in my memory is gone, and the hair is neatly scattered, just curled up to the shoulders, no more youthful but still beautiful, more indescribably elegant; The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up to the elbows and tucked into the navy blue knee-length skirt; Shoes with pointed toes about 6 cm high; The white satchel slung casually over his shoulder—nothing more, and there was no more brilliant color on her, but it drew his gaze, and he could always find it through the crowd.

Perhaps, there are many beautiful women in this world who are either noble or out of the world, or innocent or simple and kind, and Xia Lian is by no means the most outstanding one among them, but in the crowd of people, no matter how far apart she is, she can always amaze his eyes.

"Fool ......" stroked the beard with a blue chin, and he smiled helplessly, and couldn't help but blame again.

Truly she's really stupid-

was so stupid that he didn't know that he planted himself in his heart at the first sight of life;

was so stupid that he gave himself to others without looking back;

is so stupid that he would rather fall into such a field than know how to knock a stroke from Yin Tian before leaving.

But, no matter what, he just can't let go, he can't let go of love, he can't let go of resentment, he can't let go of everything about her......