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Aha raised his head on the pillow and looked at the blue sky in the window. After a long time, he felt light and light, as if he was being melted away. If she floats like a cloud, her child will be a feather wrapped in the cloud.
She laughed at the thought. Children, children will make people's life real and heavy. She used to enjoy the "lightness" feeling that Wang Ying mentioned, but now she doesn't have it. She thought, if he also had a child (this is his child, what a pity he) was waiting in the room for adults to care for, feed and drink, he would not feel "light". "Lightness" is actually illusory, uncertain, without direction and goals, without responsibilities and concerns, without serious responsibility agreements and beliefs, and without trust in life and the world
A wandering person is of course "light", how could he not be "light"? He could go anywhere, he didn't know where he would go. He seems to be in the past, and he seems to be living in the future, but there is no present.
A child is a fact, and even more a reality. She understands that she has been changed by this little person ever since.
Why does she always think of him? Wang Ying, he has left this world (she always thought so), he deserved what he deserved, and she will never show mercy. Before he attacked her, he was the king of her music kingdom, and he always had a mysterious attraction to her Afterwards, he was a shameful invader, a criminal, and deserved to be sentenced to death by her.
However, she has an indelible memory of him in her heart.
Perhaps, the child will let the memories of him that have been buried by her come back bit by bit, and become clearer bit by bit. This is not a good thing, she would rather believe that the child came to the world like the rain from the sky, he came from the sky, it was a gift from ancestor Yelang to her.
She sorted out all the things she was about to do in her mind: What should I cook for the children? Milk is a must, and then you can boil some water with vegetables for him to drink. The nurse in the hospital said that she had no milk and could only give her child milk substitutes. If milk powder is used, it must be mixed with water, otherwise the child will not be able to digest it. How much to exchange, Ah Xin must not be able to grasp the weight, she has to operate it herself. In addition, the bottle nipple should be sterilized in the disinfection cabinet first.
Ah Xin came to the head of the bed, and gently leaned over to her: "Baby, what do you want to eat?"
"Speak Mandarin for me." She said softly.
He smiled: "I have always wanted to teach you Cantonese. If you want to, you can learn it in three days. Only after you learn Cantonese can you find a job."
"No, I'm stupid. Ah Xin, kid"
He interrupted her: "Honey, I'll make you whatever you want to eat. I learned how to cook a few dishes with my mother when I got home."
"I want to eat pomegranate." She acted like a baby.
"Where is the pomegranate?"
"In Jinzhu Dazhai, there are several pomegranate trees behind my big house, which bear a lot of pomegranate fruit every year. Now, it's time for the pomegranate to ripen."
"But this is Guangzhou. However, what is there in Guangzhou? There are some in the whole country, and maybe they are sold in supermarkets. I will buy them for you in a while."
She grabbed his sleeve: "Buy milk, a small towel, and a washbasin. I have to bathe him every day."
When she said "he", Ah Xin's expression changed. He got up to leave, but she caught him.
"What are you doing?" She stared at his face.
"I'm hungry, go get something to eat." He broke free from her and went to the kitchen.
She got up, went to Ah Xin's small bed, and stretched out her hand to lift the mosquito net - the bed was empty.
"Ah Xin!" Her voice changed.
He heard her cry and ran out in a panic: "What's the matter?"
"Where is the child?" She rushed towards him and grabbed his T-shirt tightly.
He didn't speak.
"Say, where? Are you still in the hospital?"
"I, I, I don't know."
"Why don't you know, isn't your classmate hugging you?"
"Maybe he"
Her face turned pale: "What's the matter with him? What's the matter with my child?" She dragged him away as she spoke, "Quick, where is he? Let's go find him!"
He hugged the kitchen door frame to keep himself from being pulled down by her.
"Aha, listen to me, this matter should have been discussed with you, but I think you will definitely not agree. We can't have this child, you know? We are too young to be parents, even if I and You're married, and I won't have children, we can't support him, and we don't know how to support him. It's good if we can support ourselves!"
She gritted her teeth: ???The voice is very special and nice. Passers-by heard her sing and surrounded her, stuffing money into her pockets. As a result, a group of street children were attracted. They often followed her and saw someone giving her money. The money surrounded her, she smiled, and distributed the fragmented banknotes and coins to each child, and they scattered happily.
Can you see a little boy boy boy,
He wandered around the city.
Go from here to there,
Can you see a little boy boy boy
Can you see a little girl, girl, girl,
She wandered around in the city.
She wanders here and wanders there,
Can you see a little girl, girl, girl
London Bridge is collapsing,
Collapsing, collapsing,
London Bridge is collapsing,
Beautiful lady!
Pockets full of gold and silver,
Gold and silver, gold and silver,
Pockets full of gold and silver,
Beautiful lady!
Ma'am good night,
Ma'am good night,
Ma'am good night,
We will leave you.
We go sailing happily,
Go on a voyage, go on a voyage,
We go sailing happily,
Go to a faraway place
Once she started singing, it was difficult to end. Her singing is like the juicy fruit of this season, shining among the branches, at the mouth of the tunnel, and on the square, like crystal clear water droplets flowing in the shade of trees and the breeze. She charms everyone along the way. Obviously, she was not the same as those homeless singers in the underground tunnels who played guitar and sang with big cardboard boxes under their feet, and she had no intention of asking for it. But if she stood up and sang, no matter whether she was looking at the sky or the ground, or just looking at the scenery somewhere, someone would always put some small bills in her pocket. When passing by a certain fast food restaurant, she took out the money in her pocket and handed it over, and they handed her a white lunch box full of meals.
When she was not singing, she muttered in her mouth, chanting the name of the child, and looking around. She likes to go to the hospital, that place seems familiar, strange and familiar in her memory. She saw everyone in a white coat smiling at them, and she remembered that they brought her milk and let her feed the baby. But they were in such a hurry that they didn't even have time to keep their eyes on her face. She sang, and she remembered how they smiled and clapped softly when they heard her sing. But they were in such a hurry that they could only hear the calls of other doctors and patients in the distance.
She wandered around the hospital door tirelessly all day long, and when she saw someone carrying a child in and out, she had to go up and check it out. The child's parents yelled until the security came to drive her away.
She was once pulled away by an asylum vehicle, but when the vehicle stopped at a certain red light intersection, she escaped quickly. Her movements were fast and her limbs were dexterous and light, just like the catwoman in an American movie.
She loves going to crowded places and following women pushing prams.
She believed in her senses and senses of smell, and by means of them she searched for her child.
She always believed in the communication between his little soul and her. He was just like a smaller speck of dust lost in this bright city. He was waiting for her with his black pearl-like eyes. She wants to find him among the millions of dust particles, smell his faint and pure apple fragrance among the hundreds of thousands of city smells that are constantly distilling and gathering, and smell him on millions of fragile faces. Find out his small and delicate face (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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