The grotesque scenes swept Yange like a surging tide.
There was a sharp pain in the chest.
It was like being hit by a boulder.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't even breathe.
At a certain moment, I suddenly woke up.
look up.
Blue sky and white clouds, breeze blowing.
Just in time!
In this lush tree of hers, there is a red bird lying lazily on one of her three-pronged branches, with a carefree look on the verge of death.
Yan Ge didn't speak.
She felt countless emotions rolling through her body.
It upset her, but she didn't know why.
Don't want to talk, don't want to move, don't even want to think.
A barefoot little fellow was walking toward her with a bucket of water.
The bucket is huge, almost as tall as the little guy.
But even so, the little guy didn't knock a drop out of the bucket full of water.
All the water splashed down under her tree.
After the little guy poured the water, he raised his chubby hand and patted Yange's tree: "Mother, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up, my papa will be swallowed by other women."
"Mother, you can't sleep for so long. You call it lazy. Alas, I'm a sensible and good boy, or I would have climbed on your tree to play."
In fact, he did.
I looked around and saw no one around.
The little guy scrambled up the tree, threw a rope and hung it on the tree, then slid down again, tied the rope in a knot, sat on the rope and began to swing.
"Mother, your branch is really strong, it swings so high, I want to get higher, higher."
Yange: ...
fuck you!
The thickest branch of her tree looked like it was about to be crushed by the little guy.
Fortunately, someone ran over and grabbed the brat in time to save Yange's tree trunk.
Gou Zi slapped his son twice on the buttocks, because the son was too heavy, he threw the son on the ground again, and said angrily, "It broke your mother's leg."
The son flattened his mouth: "I'm just playing for fun, how can I break it."
Gou Zi glared at him, and said in his heart: I haven't played enough with your old lady's legs, I can let you play with them!
"Did you water your mother?"
The baby son immediately called: "It's over."
Gouzi immediately stuffed a Buddhist scripture into his hand: "Read to your mother."
"Ah, my mother believes in Buddhism?"
"right."
The man stuffed his son with a book and confiscated the rope before he shuffled into the room.
The lazy voice of the baby son sounded.
Ghosts believe in Buddhism, and Yan Ge wants to sleep when he hears his son's voice.
But she couldn't fall asleep.
Her gaze moved to the second floor windows of the house.
Sure enough, not long after, the man sat on the table by the window, and one after another, many people entered the room, and they were all discussing something.
Occasionally, the man would turn his head and look at Yan Ge.
Although it will only stay for a moment.
But the nostalgia and tenderness in his eyes still make Yange's heart tremble slightly.
Moreover, there will be follow-up pain spreading from the heart to the limbs.
The drowsy bird on the branch couldn't bear the lazy and weak voice of the baby son: "Hey, your mother doesn't believe in Buddhism, she believes in all living beings, go, take out the book that is under the pillow in your father's bedroom and give it to me." If your mother thinks about it, maybe your mother will wake up."
"real?"
The bird swore: "Really."
The son turned around and ran: "Papa, Papa, that bird said that you put a little pornographic book under the pillow at the head of your bed. Is it true?"
At the end I wanted to start from Gouzi, hahaha I wrote two thousand and then deleted it, forget it, I will still be the mother of my Xiaoshushu
(end of this chapter)