Chapter 17: Mother's Kindness and Filial Piety
Not being able to feed her son is the biggest shame for my mother.
In her self-proclaimed perfect 37 years of life, the only stain she has to admit is that her son has to find a wet nurse for him because he is not yet half a year old.
Be reasonable.
It's not actually her own fault.
Isao Iinuma is different from ordinary babies after all.
For example, if two consoles with very poor hardware, an ordinary baby is only used to play minesweeper and cards, and he spends most of the day running 3D models of the NΓΌtengu or the Jerusalem Method, can the energy consumption of the two be the same?
One thing must be repeated: Mama Iinuma is definitely a qualified mother!
It's just that Iinuma Xun needs two or three times as much food as a baby of the same size.
He was less than six months old when he was completely deprived of food and fell into a severe food crisis.
Iinuma mother, who has always been proud and arrogant, thinks she is perfect, and once fell into deep self-doubt and self-denial. Fortunately, she is a strange woman no matter what she says, and I don't know where to find a wet nurse who produces a lot of food, so that Iinuma Xun can eat healthy until he is three years old.
Ahem, it's far away......
In the bathtub, Iinuma's mother pulled back the bath towel and covered it in front of her, glared at the camera angrily, and scolded: "When you are full, you will dislike your mother's things, stinky boy with no conscience, get away!" Don't come back for the rest of your life......"
Here it comes!
Isuna Iinuma was shocked.
At this time, my mother was angry on the surface, but in fact she was not angry, but a bluff with insufficient confidence.
Just coax her yourself.
"Mom~"
Isao Iinuma smiled familiarly.
"In the afternoon, Aunt Apricot got to her feet, and I just helped her rub it with medicinal wine."
"Really?"
Mom's expression was suspicious.
Although she still didn't believe it, her expression was no longer aggressive.
"Can this be fake?" Iinuma Xun looked at his mother seriously, "My orthopedic skills are no worse than the orthopedic surgeon in the hospital." You taught it, don't you know it......"
On the surface, he is boasting, but in fact, he is blowing about his mother.
"Eh, look at you like this, I'm not ashamed!" Mom glared at the camera with a serious expression.
The people on the screen were also looking at her.
The mother and son confronted each other for a short while, and she burst out laughing.
Ice muscles and jade bones, bright eyes and good eyes, scorching like hibiscus...... Iinuma Xun exclaimed in his heart, Mom, you are definitely the god of Luoshui who fascinated Cao Zijian 1800 years ago!
The old mother laughed for a few seconds, and immediately hid her charming smile again, and reprimanded Iinuma Xun: "I have taught you to be humble and gentle since I was a child, look at what you are like now?" If you were given a tail, you would want to go to the sky! β
"What kind of mother there is, what kind of child there is. I learned this from you! Isao Iinuma said happily, "Don't deny it, unless you say I'm not your own!" β
The mother squinted, looked at her son for a long time, and muttered: "I should have beaten you out in the first place......"
"It's late!"
Iinuma smirked.
"Come on, don't talk to me here. I warn you, if you do anything wrong in Tokyo, I'll take you back to Asahikawa and let you spend your life with those wild boars and black bears! β
After warning her son, the mother stretched lazily.
She leaned her phone screen against the sink, got up from the tub, took a towel and wiped her face.
The graceful body keeps droplets of water slipping down.
The bathroom was brightly lit, and after standing up in the hot water, there seemed to be a faint layer of fluorescence flickering and swimming on her delicate skin, like the most brilliant river of light in the starry sky on a summer night.
Isun Iinuma silently waited for her to get dressed.
Of course, he looked away, but occasionally glanced quietly out of the corner of his eye.
One thing to say, my mother is really the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and there is no one.
Although she always calls her a country woman in her heart, her natural noble and gorgeous temperament, her beautiful face and graceful posture have the charm of turning all beings upside down without effort.
Iinuma often thinks that if his mother was born in ancient times, she must be the kind of red face that can make the king win the smile of the beauty at the cost of losing the country.
It's a pity that she was born in modern times.
In Japan in the 21st century, without the temptation of the faint king, her charm that has nowhere to be placed can only be used to exercise her son's willpower and test his filial piety.
In the bathroom, my mother dried her hair and body and put a bathrobe on her.
Suddenly, she thought of something, and while fastening the strap in front of her, she looked at the camera: "When you were at home before, this bath water had to be kept for you to bathe, but now it's all wasted......"
On the phone, my son replied solemnly, "You can put it in a bottle and send it to Tokyo to make me tea or cook rice." β
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Mom gave him a blank look.
Then, the eyes of the two met from afar, and they looked at each other and smiled.
Sometimes Iinuma doesn't treat her as a mother, and sometimes his mother doesn't treat him as a child, but at least this moment is a moment of filial piety for mothers and sons.
"I'll let you go tonight, and next time you dare to play like this, watch me kill you......"
Mom came to the dresser with her phone, pointed the camera at herself, and then picked up a hair dryer to blow her hair.
"I used to blow your hair." Isun Iinuma said nostalgically.
The feeling of his mother's smooth black hair running through his fingertips is something he will never forget in his life.
ββ¦β¦ Okay, don't say that, it makes me feel lonely all of a sudden. Alas, you've been so fond of sticking to me since you were a child, and it's the first time since you were born to leave home and spend the night outside. What should I do if I feel lonely in Tokyo......"
Mom's movements slowed down, and her expression seemed a little sad.
Looking at the suddenly feminine mother on the screen, Iinuma Xun felt warm in his heart: "Say I'm clingy, you're not the same yourself." Who likes to stay in my room every winter? β
"Well, Mommy loves your bed! It's really nice to have someone to sleep with and protect. However, it sounds a little weird to me. What do you mean I can't leave? You're my son, I want to sleep in your room, so can I stay on it? That's called being a mother and taking care of her son! β
If Iinuma was still around, she would definitely adjust her body naturally, put her head on the crook of his arm, stick to him like swaddling clothes, and then scold him in a domineering tone like a queen: No big or small bastard, whatever your mother says, you are not allowed to contradict!
It's a pity that the mother and son are now separated from each other, and they can't touch their hands no matter how long they stretch out.
"By the way, your love for your mother hasn't diminished because of the addition of apricots, has it?" Mom suddenly asked in a ghostly manner.
"What the hell is this!" Isuna Iinuma looked puzzled, "How can my love for you be reduced because of Aunt Kyoko's addition?" β
According to the second law of thermodynamics, the love that has been produced will not disappear, but will spontaneously shift from the one who loves more to the new one. You used to only love your mother, but now that you have more apricots, your love for your mother is going to be transferred to apricots......"
"Stop! Let's not say that there is an essential difference between these two kinds of love, when did I like Aunt Apricot? β
"Apricot, don't look at the person who is arrogant and arrogant now, strong and majestic, he used to be a very withdrawn person. For some reason...... Well, let's be honest, it's inevitable that you like her, and Mom doesn't think it's strange at all......"
Inside the screen, my mother, who was far away in Hokkaido, said in a calm tone.
It felt like she had read the script.