Mu Shien thought she was strong enough, but this dream exposed the most secret fragility in her heart.

She seemed to have just come out of school, and when she came home, the smell was wafting all over the room, and her mother was cooking in the kitchen, and her outline was clouded by a layer of mist. She clearly knew that she was a Mu Shien who had died suddenly.

She just misses her mother too much.

"Mom......"

Mu Shien put down her schoolbag and walked over, the woman was still stir-frying, and she mustered up the courage to gently hug her mother from behind. Mother's originally plump figure, since the death of her father, has become thinner, and she was 12 years old at the time, and she could hold it with both hands.

"Mom......"

She rested her head on her mother's thin back, full of gratitude, coveting this moment of unreal but precious time.

She is the ordinary Mu Shien.

Her voice was not good, but at that moment, she was so glad that she could turn back into this Mu Shien.

Even if it's just for a short night.

Even if it's just such a dream.

"Mom......"

She listened to her own voice, which echoed so clearly in her ears, accompanied by the sound of her mother's cooking, accompanied by the fragrance of the room.

Mother must have heard it.

However, the dishes in the pot could not be ignored, so she continued to stir-fry. Mu Shien didn't care, just hugged her a little harder.

"Mom, sometimes...... I think I'm pretty selfish. ”

Hearing this, the woman's movements paused, but she did not look back.

Mu Shien's eyes fell on the window blurred by oil smoke, wanting to see through the layer of oil stains and see the brilliant residual sun outside the window.

"I am indeed jealous of my brother, and I wish my mother's love was only for me...... I wish I could eat those delicious cakes for me alone. Those beautiful clothes, just for me to wear. My mother cooks for me alone......

After all, I have nothing but my mother.

All I have is my mom......"

The woman continued to be stunned and did not stir-fry again.

The vegetables in the wok, making a sound of dry cooking in oil, couldn't cover Mu Shien's heavy crying after all.

"But now I'm really glad that you're married again, Mom."

Mu Shien's eyes still fell outside the window, and the layer of oil stains was blurred a little.

"I may not really be able to go back to the old world. I don't know how long it will be before you see the news of the sudden death of an online writer. ”

Mu Shien's eyes were hot, and bean-sized tears rolled down, falling on the woman's back suddenly.

"You probably won't know right away that person is me......

After all, I really don't have much fame.

You may have seen my pen name and didn't even know that it was me. But one day you will know, and when you do, don't feel sorry for me......

I'm begging you, don't cry anymore. ”

She persuaded her mother to stop crying.

But he desperately wanted to swallow the tears that filled his mouth, almost suffocating.

"Like, I went to another world, I was reunited with my father, I went to find my father...... So, I followed you for the first half of my life. I followed my father for the rest of my life. ”

The woman struggled slightly, trying to turn around.

Mu Shien hugged her desperately, and had something to say paranoidly:

"I'm really not alone. So, please live happily with your brother and live happily in your new home. ”

Hearing this, women can no longer be calm.