"Ning Ning, can mom come in?"
The word mother carries shyness, shyness, and a hint of guilt.
Mother Xu asked her daughter politely while holding on to the door frame.
There was a hint of cautious expectation in her eyes.
"It doesn't matter if you can't. Mom, go and call the maid over."
After waiting for a few seconds, Mother Xu didn't get a response. She lowered her head slightly, a trace of disappointment flashed in the corner of her eyes. She immediately steeled herself and showed a gentle smile, turned around and left.
"..."
Mother Xu's eyes widened in disbelief, and she suddenly turned around: "Ning Ning..."
The little hand gently held the hem of her mother's clothes, and her voice was as weak as a baby bird's, but it was like thunder in Xu's heart.
"Mother."
Mother Xu's lips trembled, and crystal clear tears fell: "Okay, okay..."
This call from Mu Ru's mother, she had waited for many days and nights, and finally it came.
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"Gulu gulu."
Hot water is poured into the marble bathtub, and the water mist creates a thin layer of heat waves.
Slender pale fingers gently teased the water surface to test whether the temperature was suitable.
Then Xu’s mother turned around and shouted: “Ning Ning, what kind of shower gel do you use?”
In the very large bathroom, there is an entire wall cabinet filled with shower gels, and bottles of all sizes are lined up, including delicate ceramic bottles, bright glass crystal bottles, slender gemstone beauty bottles...
Each bottle contains shower gel with different flavors and ingredients.
Ningning was sitting on the bed watching cartoons. She didn't even think about answering: "I want milk and strawberry flavor."
"OK."
Mother Xu responded, tapping her lips with her fingertips, looking at the labels under the bottles one by one: "Milk and strawberry flavor...ah, I found it..."
"Ning Ning, come here and take a shower."
"Coming."
Ning Ning threw the remote control away, ran into the bathroom, and reached out to Xu's mother: "Mom, I need to take off my pajamas."
"Okay, okay." Mother Xu was so flattered that she clumsily helped Ning Ning take off her thick deer antler pajamas and put them on the shelf.
The bathroom has floor heating.
Subterranean warmth mined from the top of the mountain is transported through copper pipes to every corner of every room.
"call."
A mouthful of white mist was slowly spit out.
A trace of blush appeared on the delicate snow-white face.
Ning Ning stretched out her little arms like jade lotus roots and whispered coquettishly: "Mom, rub your hands. Mom needs to use that little bear bath towel."
Xu’s mother has never had a job of serving others. After giving birth to her eldest son, she had four or five nannies to take care of her when she was two years old. Later, when she adopted Xu Youyou, Xu Youyou was already two or three years old and could take care of herself. There is no shortage of maids and aunties.
"The little bear poked the bath towel..."
The woman was looking blankly for what was in the child's mouth. She brushed her palms across the rows of shelves with bath towels and asked from time to time: "Is it long?"
"Not."
The child shook his feet to stir the warm water and answered with a smile.
"Is that round?"
"No, the round ones are watermelon bath balls."
"Mom, stupid! The little bear's bath towel is on top."
She said her mother's stupid words in a friendly and coquettish tone. This made the woman who had suffered the pain of losing her daughter for a long time feel helpless and helpless. She said "Okay, okay, mommy." You take it." While standing on tiptoes on the bench, he took out a bear-poke bath towel.
Ning Ning looked up and saw that her mother was tall and thin, like a swan trapped in a cage. Underneath her elegant and beautiful appearance was weakness and melancholy that could not be concealed.
Why was she in so much pain?
The young and sensible child asked her hesitantly, half-informed, "Mom, are you unhappy?"
The woman held the Bear Poke Bath Towel in her hands and discovered that the Poke Bath Towel was actually made of fibers extracted from soft loofah velvet. She poured the strawberry milk scented shower gel on top of the bath towel, sprinkled some warm water and kneaded it out. Bubbles, who was about to bend down to give the child a bath, froze in place after hearing these words.
"No, not happy? Mom is not..."
A trace of confusion flashed between Mrs. Xu's gentle and beautiful eyebrows.
Ning Ning leaned over half of her body, grabbed the small bench next to her with both hands, and placed it behind Xu's mother: "But there is no smile in mother's eyes."
Mother Xu has a pair of very beautiful eyes.
Xu Yanming also has a pair of beautiful eyes inherited from Xu’s mother.
The corners of the eyes are raised with a charming and beautiful arc. The eyes are big and bright, and the eyes are as beautiful as black pearls dipped in mercury.
When Xu Yanming smiled, the ice in his eyes faded away, and they bloomed the same color as spring flowers.
But when Mother Xu smiled, her eyes were filled with flowers that were about to wither in the cold winter, withering like the nightingale that sang with blood before dawn.
Mother Xu sat on the small bench and gently stroked Ning Ning's head: "Ning Ning, you are a very gentle and good child."
Ning Ning rubbed her mother's warm and delicate palms with her face sideways, like a coquettish and soothing little puppy.
Isn’t Mom Xu happy?
Even the children can see this.
Since Xu Laosi's derailment brought drastic changes to the family, and she experienced the pain and despair of two separations, her originally happy and bright life turned into a gray mess.
Mother Xu's eyes were in a daze for a moment.
"Mom, don't be afraid. Ning Ning is here."
Ning Ning watched Xu's mother's strangeness quietly and obediently, and transferred a large amount of luck value into Xu's mother's body.
The trance in Xu's mother's eyes faded instantly.
She became a normal mother Xu again.
Xu's mother asked her softly: "Ning Ning, is that mother good to you?"
Ning Ning replied without hesitation: "Mom is very, very, very, very good to me."
Mother Xu’s eyebrows were curved, and there was a little smile in her eyes. The withered petals were moistened a little: "Ning Ning, can you tell me about that mother?"
Amidst the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom, the little girl's voice was as clear and sweet as an oriole's, and she kept talking about her mother's kindness to her.
He said that on his birthday, his mother would prepare delicious meals.
He said that when he was sick, his mother would take him to the doctor on a bicycle, and she would stay in front of the hospital bed all night long.
When she said she was acting like a spoiled child and didn't want to go to kindergarten, her mother sternly picked up a bamboo stick and drove her step by step to kindergarten like a piglet.
At the end of the sentence, Ning Ning yawned loudly: "Mom... so sleepy..."
Mother Xu wrapped the baby in a big bath towel, changed into clean and comfortable pajamas, adjusted the fresh air system to the appropriate temperature, and finally put the baby on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
A small hand quietly held Xu's mother's hand.
The little girl wrapped into a small rice dumpling smiled dreamily at Xu's mother: "My mother was very kind to me in the past, so mother, will you be good to Ning Ning in the future?"
"Mom is very happy to be nice to Ning Ning."
The woman's voice was choked with sobs. She bent down in front of the child and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
