Minglan suffered from insomnia. In the final analysis, grandma cared about her. Although the method was wrong, grandma had a good intention. She felt that it was not easy for a divorced woman to raise two children. It would be nice if she could be hired for food, clothing, housing and transportation. It was really hard work to train children to learn art. However, if life is difficult, can't we yearn for the door of art?
Becoming a guzheng player is Lang's dream. As a mother, can't you fully support your son's dream? Because of the predicament in front of you, should you give up chasing the distant scenery?
A pair of small hands covered Ming Lan's eyes from behind, wiping away the moisture from her eyes.
"Little Langhua, why haven't you slept yet?" Ming Lan pulled Xiao Langhua's hand, turned around and gave Xiao Langhua a smile.
Xiaolanghua also gave her a smile back, and suddenly, there was sunshine at night.
Xiao Langhua got up from the quilt, pulled the quilt on Minglan's body, and then hid in Minglan's arms, saying obediently: "If mom doesn't sleep, I won't sleep."
Minglan hugged Xiao Langhua and remembered what her grandmother accused her of "preferring boys to girls", and couldn't help asking: "Does Xiao Langhua have a dream?"
Little Wave said: "Oh, Mom, didn't I tell you about my dream last time?"
Minglan felt sorry: "I'm sorry, mom forgot, your dream is to be a singer or a pianist when you grow up, but to be a dancer"
Xiaolanghua sat up excitedly, staring at Minglan with big black eyes, and said with a smile: "Mom forgot, I will tell mom again, mom has to remember this time, I have two dreams now."
"Oh?" Minglan also sat up, looking at Xiaolanghua with great interest.
Xiao Langhua looked proud, and said: "The first dream is to make money for my mother when I grow up¡ª"
Ming Lan remembered that Xiao Langhua had indeed told her so.
"Then what is another dream?" Ming Lan asked Xiao Langhua movedly.
"My second dream is to cook for my mother when I grow up. My mother is too hard and tired. I want to help my mother¡ª"
Before Xiao Langhua could finish speaking, Ming Lan hugged her, weeping violently.
It is said that the daughter is the mother's little padded jacket, and she finally realized it.
Minglan remembered that when the waves were as big as the little waves, she was such a sentimental child. Whenever Minglan was late from get off work, she rushed to the kindergarten to pick him up in a panic, and all the other children left, leaving Lang alone in the security room. Minglan said to him, "I'm sorry, Mom is late." But Lang said, "Thank you, Mom, for coming to pick me up."
Lang likes to draw, and Minglan bought him a beautiful painting book. When Minglan was cooking in the kitchen, Lang sat at the dining table and drew, and said to Minglan while drawing, "Thank you, thank you mother, thank you for buying me such a beautiful painting book¡ª"
Later, the waves gradually got bigger, and he seldom said these emotional words, and he learned to be humorous.
He entered the first grade and became a primary school student. When Minglan went to pick him up from school, he never said again: "Thank you, thank you mom, thank you for picking me up." It's as sweet as it was in kindergarten. Lang said: "When I grow up and marry a wife, I will never say 'I love your mother'."
Ming Lan was surprised, Lang smiled and hugged her and said, "Mom, I was just joking with you!"
Later, Lang went from a low grade elementary school student to a middle grade and then to a senior grade. He didn't even know how to humor. He hadn't joked with Minglan for a long time.
Minglan hugged little Langhua, feeling mixed feelings in her heart, Lang has grown up, does she really understand him as a mother? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com