The teachers were shocked, and someone went to the classroom immediately. Teacher Ru was still in the classroom, and the children were still there. The children who had not been left were waiting for their parents to come, playing with toys and talking. , The words discussed are also about who will pick him up from the father and mother.
"Mother is coming to pick me up today!" a child shouted.
"I also want my mother to pick me up, but she can't come to work today, only my dad will pick me up." The girl cried a lot, and her eyes were red when she talked about her mother.
"It's also very good for Dad to come and pick you up." Mo Shaoyu said.
"Mo Shaoyu, don't you want your mother to pick you up?" the little girl asked again.
Shao Yu put on the building blocks, and the top of the triangle was about to be put on, "No, it's okay for Dad to pick me up."
But at this moment, Teacher Ding came hurriedly and stood at the door saying, "Teacher Ru, the mother of the kid Mo Shaoyu is here!"
The building blocks that were about to be placed were not firmly secured at a moment, so they fell down like this. Mo Shaoyu looked at the door of the classroom with big eyes.
Teacher Ru was also surprised, "Mo Shaoyu's mother?"
As far as Teacher Ru knows, Mo Shaoyu's father and mother were separated long ago, and his mother is not in Hong Kong, so he has never seen each other. What is going on now and suddenly came back
The teachers looked at Mo Shaoyu, and the child's innocent face was stunned, as if he was also surprised and a little at a loss.
"Mo Shaoyu, go and take a look, teacher, you are waiting here." For the mother who appeared suddenly, teacher Ru, who was born as a class guide, did not dare to let him go easily, and only let the teacher who passed the message stay, she was outside. Go and find out.
"Teacher Ding, please contact Shao Yu's father."
Teacher Ding nodded and took out his mobile phone to contact Mo Shaoyu’s father, "Is that Mr. Mo? Hello, I’m Teacher Ding. This is how it happened. A lady came to the school. She said she was Shaoyu’s mother. Pick up the child, it's..."
Teacher Ding hung up the line and looked at the child again. Shao Yu was accumulating the collapsed building blocks again.
He was so quiet for his mother's arrival.
Teacher Ru ran out of the classroom and went straight to the gate of the teaching building. Sure enough, he saw the beautiful figure from a distance, standing there eye-catchingly, unlike other mothers who came to pick up the child, the woman's white dress , Ping Ting stood, Wen Wanjing Yizhong still with a touch of coldness.
It's just that her gaze is always looking ahead, facing herself, Teacher Ru ran faster, and finally met her, "Hello."
"Hello." She answered.
"I am the teacher instructor of Mo Shaoyu's children's class. My name is Yao, and my name is Yao Xiaoru. You can call me Mr. Ru directly." Mr. Ru introduced herself.
"Hello, Teacher Ru, my last name is Song." Song Qiyue replied.
Teacher Ru stared at the beautiful woman in front of her, "I'm sorry, it's presumptuous, please come here for a while."
Teacher Ru led her aside, and she asked, "Ms. Song, hello, I also have a little understanding of Mo Shaoyu's situation, but you suddenly came here. What proof can prove that you are his mother?"
"Teacher Ru, I don't think anyone will pretend to take it."
"No, I didn't mean that, I just asked as usual."
"Of course," she said again with a smile, "I understand what you mean, you are a very competent teacher. I think this may prove it."
Teacher Ru heard her say this, and saw that she took out a few photos from her bag, and she took it. I saw that the edges of the photos were worn out. It should be because I often took them in my hands. The photos were taken in an old house, and the surroundings were very lively, probably like a joyous celebration. In the photo, there are two women, one of whom does not recognize, and the other is Ms. Song in front of him.
She was holding a baby in her hand. The baby was only a few months old, but she could still recognize it between her eyebrows. This was exactly what Mo Shaoyu looked like when she was a child.
"I and Shao Yu don't look the same." Song Qiyue asked softly.
Teacher Ru is still looking at the photo. Although there is no Mr. Mo in it, the child is hugged by her. Although Mo Shaoyu looks exactly like Mr. Mo, he compares the photo and compares it with Ms. Song, only to find the outline of the child. The beauty of it turned out to be inherited from the mother.
"Ms. Song, I think it's not wrong that you are Shao Yu's mother, but our school stipulates that only Mr. Mo can claim and pick him up, as well as Mr. Mo's mother." Teacher Ru replied, returning the photo with both hands.
Song Qiyue took it and put it back in her bag, but she replied, "I know, in fact, I didn't want to take him away. I just wanted to pick him up from school and send him home."
"I just want to see him." Song Qiyue said, staring.
Teacher Ru confirmed her identity, and now she understands it. Thinking of Shao Yu, who was distressing, she said softly, "Ms. Song, let's go, Shao Yu's grandma hasn't come yet. Why don't you enter the classroom and wait a while?"
Song Qiyue nodded cheerfully.
In that classroom, the children were picked up one by one, only a few of them were still there, and Mo Shaoyu was still building blocks and never stopped.
"Mo Shaoyu, Teacher Ru brought your mother here." The teacher beside him shouted again.
Teacher Ru also approached, "Shao Yu, your mother is here, look at your mother quickly."
The appearance of Song Qiyue not only surprised the teachers, but also surprised the rest of the children in the classroom. The children looked at the woman who came in with the teacher one after another. They saw a beautiful aunt in a white dress. They all looked surprisingly.
The children began to ask questions, turning into curious babies one by one.
"Mo Shaoyu, is she your mother?"
"Mo Shaoyu, your mother came back from a business trip, is she here to take you home?"
"Mo Shaoyu's mother is so beautiful, so long and long, and the skirt is so beautiful!" The little girl loves to be beautiful and yells sweetly at Song Qiyue, "Auntie!"
Song Qiyue kept his eyes on the child, while his son was sitting on the floor of the classroom, but he was watching the toy building blocks one by one. At this moment, she also saw the other children in the class and greeted them with a smile, "Hello."
"Hello Auntie." The children shouted politely.
But despite the enthusiasm on this side, Mo Shaoyu still puts up the building blocks. He is so serious, and the building blocks are getting higher and higher. However, he ignored it and did not speak out, as if he hadn't heard the teacher's words at all.
Shao Yu's reaction shocked the teachers, but for some reason, Song Qiyue was not surprised, but a little at a loss.
"Shao Yu?" Teacher Ru was still shouting, she chuckled softly, "Hurry up and see, mom is here."
Mo Shaoyu still put the building blocks on his own.
The children in the class were taken away one by one. At this time, Mrs. Mo also arrived. Due to some traffic jams on the road, she was late today, but was told by the teacher, "Shaoyu’s mother is here, in the classroom. Inside."
Mrs. Mo was surprised, Shao Yu's mother? She changed her thoughts, could it be her
Madam Mo entered the teaching building, and she went to the classroom. As soon as I approached, I saw the scene. The woman was standing in the front in a white dress, the teachers were aside, and among the few remaining children, Shao Yu was playing with building blocks.
"Shao Yu, your grandma is here." Teacher Ru looked back, and she shouted again.
Song Qiyue stared at Shao Yu's eyes, and Madam Mo kept her eyes fixed. She looked at the figure from behind, and saw that she turned around. It was Song Qiyue!
The two suddenly met, Mrs. Mo had no warning, but Song Qiyue was much calmer in comparison.
"Hello, it's been a long time." Song Qiyue greeted.
But Mrs. Mo was speechless, she didn't respond at all, and she recovered and said quietly, "You are back."
Hearing this, the teachers were even more convinced of the fact that Ms. Song is Shao Yu's mother.
"I'll see Shao Yu, pick him up from school, and send him back to Mo's house." Song Qiyue said again.
Madam Mo was silent and said, "Yes."
"Shao Yu." Madam Mo went to call the child again, "Mom is here, come to pick you up, let's go."
In the past, Mrs. Mo came, and Mo Shaoyu was absolutely obedient, but today it is surprising that he still refuses to speak, as if immersed in his own world, there is only the toy building block.
Madam Mo frowned, she noticed the child's strangeness.
The child ignored him, making Song Qiyue even more at a loss. Compared to when she was in the small park, she had gathered courage at the time, but now she is actually afraid because she doesn't know how to face it in order to let him. Accept yourself.
She took a step forward and came to her son. She squatted down and shouted, "Shao Yu, mom is here, mom will come to take you home, okay?"
She asked, she stretched out her hand to him, no longer separated from the little yellow hat, she wanted to touch him. The child’s soft hair was touched by his fingertips, but in the next second, he turned his head to avoid her hand, and even raised his head, his eyebrows frowned, looking at her with a complicated gaze. .
It's unfamiliarity, rejection, alienation, and resistance!
Song Qiyue was shocked when she met her son's eyes!
After Shao Yu looked at her for a moment, he lowered his head again.
"Shao Yu, we are going home together." Madam Mo was shouting.
"Shao Yu, go home with grandma and mother?" Teacher Ru also shouted.
The child refused to make a sound, his lips pressed so tightly that the building block collapsed, and he folded it again.
Song Qiyue froze there, feeling at a loss, so she couldn't say a word, so she could only look at him like this.
"Mr. Mo has been contacted, he said he will come." Teacher Ru said softly.
So the adults stayed in the classroom, waiting for Mo Zhengyan to arrive, and the last child was also taken away by Teacher Ding and sent to the parents. The classroom fell silent.
"Shao Yu, mother accompany you to play with building blocks." Song Qiyue spoke again, trying to get close. She picked up a building block and placed it on the tower he had built.
Snapped--!
That piece of building block was actually thrown off by him, and it was completely obvious that he refused, and Song Qiyue's heart seemed to have been severely cut.
"Shaoyu, it can't be like this." Madam Mo was yelling, and Teacher Ru was also persuading softly, "Shaoyu, the toys in the school should be gently put, otherwise it will be broken, right?"
The child had a small face and stubbornly, his lips pressed tightly.
Just when the stalemate was still at a stalemate, another long figure flashed outside the classroom, and that handsome face came into view, and it was Mo Zhengyan who had arrived.
"Look, it's Dad here!" Teacher Ru hurriedly shouted again.
But in the next second, Mo Shaoyu raised his head abruptly. Amidst everyone’s gaze, he stood still from the floor and ran towards Mo Zhengyan who was still standing at the door. The speed is so fast that even Teacher Ru can't get him to hold him, and Madam Mo stays still.
Song Qiyue squatted half there, her son's face flashed past her eyes. She turned her head slowly and saw him rushing towards Mo Zhengyan with his legs pulled out. He rushed over, and the little child hugged his leg, as if he had found a tree that he could rely on, and would never let go.
This scene reversed so quickly that it happened before the blink of an eye. Shao Yu's childish voice rang muffled, "Dad, take me home."
Song Qiyue's heart trembled suddenly, and she stood up immediately.
Mo Zhengyan patted his son's back lightly, and he whispered, "Today, grandma and mother both came to take you home, why haven't you returned?"
"I want my father to pick me up." Shao Yu hugged his father and refused to let go.
"Mom will pick you up, isn't it?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
The child's head kept facing them, and the voice was even softer, "I don't want it!"
The words pierced Song Qiyue, her son, not far away, heard him say, "I don't want my mother!"
Mo Zhengyan shouted, "Shao Yu."
"It's she who doesn't want me, and I don't want her--!" The child shouted in a more fierce voice, "I don't want her to take me home!"
At this moment, there was nothing wrong. Seeing the stalemate, Mo Zhengyan had to say, "Then let grandma take you home, you go back first, and father will be back soon.
Mrs. Mo stepped forward, pulled Mo Shaoyu past, and no longer mentioned the mother, and the child was willing to take Mrs. Mo's hand and leave.
"Shao Yu, I forgot to take the book!" Teacher Ru caught a glimpse of the book pulled down from the side, and she chased it up.
They were the only ones left in the classroom. Mo Zhengyan stood at the door, and Song Qiyue stood in it, with the building blocks that the child had left beside her. It turns out that he didn’t like the building blocks at all, but he didn’t want to see her at all, because he said--
I don't want mom!
Song Qiyue stared at him, and she met him, "Mo Zhengyan, it's you, you said this to the child."
She doesn’t want me, and I don’t want her either—
"You told him that I don't want him, so now, he will say that." The piercing pain, when the child said that, Song Qiyue really couldn't respond, and the entanglement in her heart was both worried and hopeful. It was hollowed out.
In the past two years, they have not met each other, but she has tried countless times of meeting each other, what her son has grown into, what will he say in the first sentence after seeing her, and how he will face it , Maybe like a stranger. But the first shout was "Auntie", and now he said so again, he said he didn't want her, and she didn't want her mother.
"Mo Zhengyan, you lied in front of your child, you just wanted the child to hate me, you have done it now." Her voice is not heavy, but it is extremely solemn.
"You can slander me as if I never existed, but how can you tell him that it's his mother who doesn't want him, what do you make him think? How do you make him accept it? How do you face him when you make him so small!"
"Mo Zhengyan, how can you be so cruel to your children!"