Song Yaoyao slowly regained consciousness, and vaguely felt that he was lying on the bed.

Fortunately, I had a big life, and I could survive the plane crash, but I don't know which hospital it is, the hardware facilities are so poor, and the bed is too hard.

Song Yaoyao felt that she was seriously injured, there was no place on her body that didn't hurt, and her head was still dizzy, this must be a concussion.

After thinking about it for a while, his consciousness fell away again.

When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was a transparent roof, but not the kind of light that was transmitted in the glass room, but the kind of light that was leaked in the roof.

Song Yaoyao felt that she might have a concussion and hallucinations, closed her eyes, and bit the tip of her tongue hard, until the smell of blood spread in her mouth, and then opened her eyes.

It's still the roof full of holes!

Song Yaoyao turned his head with difficulty and saw the environment he was in, the tattered and straw walls, the lame tables, chairs and benches, and a broken tea bowl on it, there was nothing else in the whole room.

Song Yaoyao had a bold idea in her heart, but she didn't want to believe it.

But I have to believe it, because she is not myopic now, not only is she not myopia, but her eyesight is quite good, and this body is not her original body.

Song Yaoyao felt tired, she was just on a business trip, but she was unlucky enough to encounter a plane crash, and she wore it in a daze.

Because of the stimulation, Song Yaoyao began to think wildly, she was immersed in memories and couldn't extricate herself, so she was dragged back.

A four- or five-year-old boy stood at the head of her bed, snorting, and called her in a milky voice: "Mother~"

hehe

The development of things was beyond Song Yaoyao's ability to bear, and she rolled her eyes and fainted.

I don't know how long later, when she woke up leisurely, in addition to the little radish head in front of the bed, there was another woman in her early twenties, looking at her with tears in her eyes.

Song Yaoyao's heart sank, and her eyes suddenly began to blacken, this can't be her daughter, right?

Who the hell did she wear, and is it too late for her to die now?

Fortunately, God's jokes were limited, and the woman opened her mouth, but she called her name: "My Aunt, don't think about it, you still have Maomao, no matter how ruthless Li Dachang is, he can't even want a son for a widow." ”

Song Yaoyao breathed a strong sigh of relief, fortunately it wasn't her daughter!

But listen to what she means, is her current husband cheating? Got along with a widow and want to divorce her?

Then leave, Song Yaoyao has always looked down on this kind of man who abandons his family and children the most.

Before the thoughts in her heart could be declared, the little radish head spoke: "Mother, Aunt Lan, I'm hungry." ”

Aunt Lan wiped her tears with her sleeve and instructed him: "Maomao looks at your mother, Aunt Lan will cook for you." ”

The radish head nodded obediently, and looked at Song Yaoyao without blinking.

Song Yaoyao was fine, and he couldn't sleep just after waking up, so he carefully looked at this little radish head.

It's a little dirty, and I guess I haven't washed it for a few days. But the eyebrows are long, thick black and slender, unlike most children, the eyebrows are light, the eyes are quite big, black and white, the bridge of the nose is also high and straight, and the decisive and handsome little Zhengtai is cleaned.

Song Yaoyao felt a little more comfortable in her heart, although she had an extra son, she was quite cute, so it was easier for her to accept.

It's embarrassing to stare like this, Song Yaoyao mobilized his facial muscles, pulled out a smile that he thought was gentle and virtuous, and asked, "What about your father?" ”

After asking, I remembered that I was wrong, so I changed my words: "What about your father?" ”

Mao Mao blinked and replied, "I went into the city to drink." ”

Song Yaoyao looks down on Li Dachang even more in his heart, his wife is sick like this, and he still has the heart to drink, scumbag!

Song Yaoyao asked again: "What about the others?" ”

Mao Mao reacted for a while, and then she understood what she was asking, and counted them one by one with her fingers: "My mother is at home, I am at home, and Aunt Lan is also at home." ”

Is there no one else in this family except for the husband and wife plus a child, what about grandparents?

"What about grandparents?"

Mao Mao tilted her head and replied honestly: "It's dead." ”

Song Yaoyao choked, changed the topic and asked about something else.

It's just that Maomao is too young, and he doesn't know many things, and after asking for a while, he didn't ask for many useful things.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and Aunt Lan came in with food.

It's said to be rice, but it's just two bowls of black rice soup, and I don't know what kind of rice it's made of.

Mao Mao eats very fragrantly, Song Yaoyao looked at him gobbling up, Lao Huai comforted, the children of poor families are this good, they don't need to be coaxed to feed, they don't want to eat, they don't eat and they are hungry.

As for Maomao's eating, Song Yaoyao reluctantly drank most of the bowl of porridge, and let Maomao drink the rest.

After the two finished eating, Aunt Lan drove Song Yaoyao back to bed and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks by herself.

Before leaving, he went into the house, and persuaded Song Yaoyao seriously: "My aunt, you must hold on, think about Mao Mao in everything, although he is not your own, but you watched it grow to such a big point little by little, for the sake of the child, bear with everything, who makes us women." ”

Song Yaoyao was shocked again, Maomao was not born by her! Who gave birth to that?

Although he sounded really relieved at first glance, what was the situation now, Song Yaoyao was really confused.

Aunt Lan saw that she didn't speak, she was stunned, sighed, tucked the quilt corner for her, and left.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Mao Mao to go to her house to find her, and when Song Yaoyao reacted, the person had already gone away.

Song Yaoyao was a little embarrassed, she was busy for most of the day, and she didn't even say a word of thanks, thinking that she could only thank her next time.

It's summer now, the sun is still long, Song Yaoyao watched the sky from daylight to stars through the rooftop, and his mind gradually calmed down.

At this time, Mao Mao, who went out to play, came back, walked to the bed, turned over to the bed as soon as he took off his shoes, stepped over Song Yaoyao, and lay down on the inside.

The pitch-black soles of her feet and the slightly sour smell once again crushed Song Yaoyao's nerves, and she exploded all at once!

Oh my God, dog!

Song Yaoyao didn't think about it, poked Maomao, and asked him to wash up.

Maomao squinted, his face was dazed, but he still went obediently, and he came back after a while, his hands, face and feet were wet, and Song Yaoyao didn't expect him to be a five or six-year-old child who could wash himself cleanly, and she would be satisfied if she could pass through the water.

Song Yaoyao thought that she also had to get up and wash up, she was seriously ill and had not recovered, she stumbled all the way to the broken water tank in the yard, stretched out her head, and exploded again, full of anger rose to the ground, and she almost split the water tank in anger.