Poor family mother and son

Xiaomu hurried out of the yurt to arrange for those boys to go back and wait patiently, and had to arrange food, so he didn't come back.

Xiao Bao seemed to be affected by the sound outside, his eyelids moved, Chu Qing quickly leaned over: "Xiao understand, Xiao understand?"

Xiaobao was lying on the bed with his head turned out of the bed, as if he was too sleepy to open his eyes, and his little mouth moved.

Seeing that he seemed to respond, Chu Qing tried to call him again: "Son? Are you awake?"

Xiaobao moved his eyelids again, and murmured: "Mom, I want to eat cake..."

"Hey, hey! Eat cake... yes, son, happy birthday!" Chu Qing stroked the child's little face, bursting into tears again, choking with sobs.

Xiaobao rubbed his face against Chuqing's palm with difficulty, and finally opened his eyes: "Mom...uh...who are you?"

Chu Qing's heart clicked: What's wrong with Xiaodao?Can't remember anything when you wake up?

"Son, I am mother, I am mother, Xiao Dao, I am mother..." Chu Qing repeated tremblingly, hoping that those words just now were not his son's dream.

"Mom...Mom?" Xiaobao's eyes widened suddenly, and he tried to raise his head: "Mother? Mom?"

Who came up with this question!Why put the chicken and the rabbit together?This unscientific! ...Son, happy birthday... Mom should have told you happy birthday earlier..."

Zhuo Yao dug out a few boxes of candles in the corner of the warehouse, and picked out a few candles made of beeswax. These kind of candles were beautiful but expensive, but Zhuo Yao didn't care, and took out twelve candles at once.

Don't expect Dad to come too.

I touched Xiaobao's forehead and felt that it was not as hot as before, so I just poured another glass of water to the child, drank more and urinated, to cool down and dissipate heat.

I cried in fright, my father told me to call 120, but I couldn't do anything but cry...

There was cheers outside the door.

Chu Qing desperately stared at Xiaobao with wide eyes, hoping that Xiaobao would recognize her. She knew that this was not her own body, not the mother in her son's memory, but she wanted Xiaobao to identify it carefully, but her eyes were washed away by tears. She couldn't see Xiaobao clearly.

Since his son could speak at the age of three and a half, every birthday, he always wished his mother a happy birthday.

This voice brought Chu back to his senses: "Xiaobao, let's talk later! Now, you are Xiaobao!"

When they are older, the kindergarten holds a gratitude meeting for the children and tells them that in ancient history books, birthdays have long been called "the day when the father worries about the mother's distress". The children will sincerely wish their mother and father a happy birthday on their birthday.

"Don't..." Chu Qing hurriedly said, "Don't expect Dad to come, we may be...maybe..."

After being hungry for a whole day, it was already past dinner time, Xiaobao devoured everything, and when he finished eating a third of the cake, he suddenly stopped: "Ah, no one has eaten it yet!"

Then I don’t know why…”

Xiaobao stared at the cake with moist and sparkling eyes. The cake was well protected, and it didn't lose its shape during the journey.

At that time, he instinctively thought that the name of that day was "birthday", just like Monday and Tuesday, when his mother said happy birthday to him, then he wanted his mother to be happy that day too.

Xiaobao said: "Ah yes, it's not bright enough here, you can get some more candles."

Not blowing out the candles made Chu Qing feel relieved.

Originally, he wanted to make twelve candles, but Zhuo Yao didn't expect to propose it first.

Zhuo Yao also came back and came in with a cake: "Xiaobao, happy birthday!"

Chu Qing didn't dare to say the word "death". Xiao Bao had already experienced several times that his life was hanging by a thread, and he didn't want him to think about this word again.

It made Chu Qing want to cry again.

"Father, happy birthday!" Xiaobao said, and looked at the skylight of the yurt, closed his eyes, a little disappointed: "Dad didn't come..."

Although eating cakes and blowing out candles on birthdays is not a local culture, but children like it, and almost no children can resist the sweet, soft and beautiful food.

Not only the children, but even Zhuo Yao swallowed the cake.

Chu Qing nodded, and nodded frantically: "Happy birthday, we are all happy!" Then wept loudly, and laughed again: "Happy birthday!".

Chu Qing nodded: "Yeah!"

The voices of both mothers were very hoarse. After Xiaomu told everyone that Xiaobao had woken up, he immediately brought a pot of water in: "Shan Zhang, drink some water."

Chu Qing grabbed Xiaobao's arm, tears poured down like snow on Yujing Mountain in spring, and said in a broken voice, "Son, it's me, I'm mother! Let the chicken be X, and the chicken's feet be 2X ...

Xiaomu poked his head in and saw that Chu Qing's mother and child were full of tears. He shouted happily to the door: "Wake up! The head of the mountain is awake!"

However, her mood fluctuated too much, her breath was unstable, she wanted to shout out, but she just couldn't make a sound.

Later, my father and I sent you to the hospital, and my father asked me to watch you, and he went to pay the fee, so I held your hand and kept crying...

Xiaobao closed his eyes and thought back, Xiaomu's voice came from outside the door: "Master Shan, are you awake?"

"Mom, I regretted it as soon as I slammed the door and went out. As soon as I walked to the gate, I heard the sound of tables colliding, and then my father rushed into my room. I ran back to check and saw you fainted, and my father was hugging you. you call you...

"Maybe it's because Dad didn't hold your hand!" Xiaobao said, as if he suddenly realized.

Xiaobao and Chu Qing looked at each other: "Well, it's exactly what I want! Ah yes, you are really the roundworm in my stomach!"

The diameter of the cake is not much larger than a plate, which is limited by the size of the pickle jar that Chu Qing uses.

Xiaobao's movement involved the wound, and his little face fell on the pillow weakly, with a look of hope and confusion: "Are you mother?"

The two mothers cried a lot, and Xiaobao had a fever again, and both were short of water, but the two of them were so happy that they clinked glasses with each other, cheers!
Xiaomu was in a hurry: "Auntie, don't just let the head of the mountain drink water, he has no stomach for medicine!"

Xiaobao also opened his eyes, and Chu Qing saw his eyes quickly clear from confusion: "Mother!"

Xiao Bao also opened his eyes wide and refused to blink, staring greedily and obsessively at Chu Qing, and his voice became hoarse: "Mom...Happy birthday!"

For a moment before, Chu Qing even suspected that it was because he missed his son too much and missed him.

Xiaobao's tears burst into the pillow, his voice hoarse due to fever began to choke, his expression changed from excitement to guilt, and then slowly to grievance: "Mom, I'm sorry... Mom, happy birthday!"

Chu Qing wiped off the water stains around his mouth with the back of his hand, and said, "Push your stomach first, you can't drink medicine on an empty stomach, it hurts your spleen and stomach!"

It seems that Xiaobao is not confused yet. In Daxuan, "blowing the lamp and pulling the wax" is not a good meaning.

Xiao Bao cut the remaining two-thirds neatly, and cut off all the places he dug, leaving a piece for Chu Qing, and then asked him to share the rest among his students.

Xiaobao didn't close his eyes and make a wish, but stared at each candle for a while, no one knew what he was thinking, but no one bothered him.

"What?" Chu Qing asked.

Afraid Xiaobao would say he was extravagant, Zhuo Yao asked, "Xiaobao, you are 12 years old today, shall we light twelve candles?"

The child had a back injury, so he could only lie on the bed. In order to facilitate his eating, the cake was placed on a low stool, so that Xiao Bao didn't have to raise his head, so as not to drag the wound.

Think about it, a child, who has been hungry for a day and is still injured, can only eat pitifully on his stomach. His shape is like a lobster, and he still has to think about the child who has never eaten cake.

"Son, eat by yourself!" Chu Qing said, "I'll make it for them again!"

"Really? Can you do more?" Before Xiaobao could speak, Zhuo Yao was the first to ask.

"Uh..." Chu Qing looked at the "middle-aged child" in front of him, and nodded with certainty: "Yes!"