The divorce of parents is not an unbearable thing for Zhou Zhengchu's children.
As long as his mother doesn't abandon him again.
Although he was only five years old, he still remembered clearly that the housekeeper would send him to his mother every weekend, or his mother would take the initiative to visit him.
These two days of the weekend belong to him.
But this Saturday, the housekeeper neither sent him there, nor did his mother come to see him.
He was not very happy all day long, with a cold and delicate face. He finished the homework assigned by the kindergarten teacher and was not in the mood to do anything else.
He counted on his fingers. In less than two months, his mother had forgotten about him.
If it's two years, five years, ten years.
My mother will never remember him.
The boy did not blame his careless mother for forgetting him. He just became more serious in reminding his mother that she did not come to see him.
Jiang Yue had indeed forgotten.
She knelt down and touched the boy's young and white face. The little boy's eyes were dark and moist, like clear black glass beads, delicate and beautiful.
Looking at her like this, Jiang Yue's heart softened.
"Sorry, I forgot."
The boy allowed his mother to touch his face without struggling. He threw himself into his mother's arms and said in a muffled voice that didn't sound very happy: "Mom."
Jiang Yue was hugged by him, and his small arms were wrapped around her neck. Then she heard the boy mutter again: "I'm a little sad."
The nasal voice was thick, as if she was crying, but also not as if she was crying.
I can't even hear it.
Jiang Yue raised his face and saw the boy's eyes gradually turning red. He looked at her a little aggrieved and pitifully, and his silent appearance made him look even more pitiful.
Sad is really sad.
Even the tears of grievance were held back.
Jiang Yue felt a numbness in her heart, like a soft thorn pricking her slightly, feeling uncomfortable.
She said sorry again.
"I didn't mean it. I went to the temple with your father today..." Jiang Yue is soft-spoken. It seems that the son she picked up has always been very well-behaved and soft. Her heart is not really made of stone. , I gradually felt a little pity for him, no longer as in the beginning, regardless of life or death.
One more emotion.
Just one more concern and one more weakness.
But it is always difficult for Her Royal Highness to live up to her sincerity.
Even if it is wrapped in a thick hard shell, as long as you have enough love and sincerity, you can easily pry open the tight shell.
"I thought your father would settle you down. It's not true that I didn't remember you at all."
When Zhou Ji came to pick her up, she still had doubts for a few seconds. What should she do with the child?
But the brief few seconds were quickly dispelled.
The Zhou family has no shortage of housekeepers and servants, as well as professional teachers who come to their homes. Zhou Ji will surely make arrangements for them.
So now Jiang Yue put the blame on Zhou Ji without any psychological burden.
When Zhou Zhengchu heard his mother's explanation, his eyes turned redder. The boy stretched out his hand and squeezed his mother's fingers tightly. He still felt very insecure: "Mom will not abandon me, right?"
He opened his moist, round, dark eyes and looked at her without blinking.
Jiang Yue wanted to be a liar, but couldn't bear to be a liar.
She will still leave.
but--
After the soul of the original owner returns.
Maybe you won’t be so paranoid about love anymore, you won’t do anything to only want your husband’s love, and your eyes will allow for a broader sky.
She will know that besides Zhou Ji, there are many, many people worthy of her love.
There are many, many people who care about her.
At that time, Zhou Zhengchu should also get what he wanted, the purest love from his mother.
Jiang Yue touched his hair and said with a gentle expression, "No."
The boy becomes very coaxable in front of his mother. He will take every word she says seriously and will not doubt it.
Jiang Yue hugged him and sat on the sofa. Seeing that his eyes were not as red as before, she was really relieved. She couldn't help but rub the little boy's soft black hair again. She asked: "There is no class today." ?"
The boy shook his head and nodded again.
Halfway through the tutoring class, he lost his temper and refused to attend any more classes.
I felt unwell and refused to see a doctor.
I don’t know who he resembles with his stubborn, stubborn and uncompromising character.
Jiang Yue looked at his slightly red face and felt something was wrong. She raised her hand to test his forehead temperature, only to find that he had a fever.
Jiang Yue is not very good at taking care of herself, and she is even less good at taking care of a sick child.
She called her brother.
Qin Zhao, who was dealing with official documents, just looked up from the desk and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yue pointed to the boy sitting next to her: "He has a fever."
Qin Zhao wasn't very familiar with this nephew. He had met him many times before, but he didn't know his identity at that time. He stood up and said, "I'll drive you to the hospital."
The boy tugged on his mother's sleeve: "Mom, just take the medicine and it will be fine. I don't want to go to the hospital. I don't like the hospital."
Zhou Zhengchu didn't have a good memory of the hospital.
The several times I went to the hospital were all related to my mother.
Either he was sick from hunger, or he was too frightened.
Jiang Yue is not a doctor, so she is a little at a loss at this moment. She looks at Qin Zhao eagerly, as if looking at a life-saving straw.
Qin Zhao felt various emotions in her heart. Sure enough, she was still a naive child.
You have to take care of such a big child.
Qin Zhao silently scolded Zhou Ji again in his heart. He walked to the sofa and touched Zhou Zhengchu's forehead, "I have a slight fever. I have antipyretic medicine at home. Take the medicine first."
The spare drugs in the medicine cabinet are checked and replaced every month.
The boy behaved well while taking the medicine and did not complain.
He felt a little sleepy after taking the medicine, but he still held her sleeves, fearing that when he woke up from sleep, his mother would be gone again.
Qin Zhao picked up the beautiful little boy who was leaning next to his sister and took him back to the room.
After closing the door, the man went downstairs again. A few years ago, he vaguely heard that Zhou Ji's wife was not very good to their children. What was Qin Zhao thinking at that time? Ah, I don’t say it with my mouth, but in my heart, like everyone else, I think she is going too far.
There is only regret now.
She looks so small, how can she be asked to take care of a smaller child.
No one taught her.
She made a mess of her life.
"You spoil him too much."
"Really? I usually don't even give him candy! I'm not good to him at all. Don't be fooled by my kindness just now."
Because it will cause tooth decay! She always steals snacks from the children's snack cabinet.
Qin Zhao laughed. After a moment, the man asked casually: "When are you going to get the divorce certificate from Zhou Ji?"
"After the divorce cooling-off period, we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."
"Isn't it already over?"
Facing Qin Zhao's slightly surprised look, Jiang Yue was more surprised than him: "Huh? Huh? Huh?"
