As She Wished

62

Qiao Wanting covered her eyebrows, and after a few seconds of motionlessness, she hurriedly touched a pack of cigarettes from her body. She is anxious to find some relaxation by tobacco.

Opening the cigarette case, the action of lighting the cigarette paused again.

"Mom, you are not sorry for me." When Fu Jing saw this, he pushed the white ashtray on the coffee table a little bit in front of her. You want to buy me a house. I can't afford it."

Qiao Wanting stopped for a while and threw the cigarette into the bag?

"The most important thing is," Fu Jing looked at her in a flat tone, but said earnestly, "Mom, you let me know from a young age that girls can have a strong career."

"..."

"Although you don't go round and round with me, you ask me every day if I want to eat this vegetable and that snack. Although I have been thinking when I was a child, why are you so busy... But I never think that my mother is better than other people's mothers. difference."

Hearing this, Qiao Wanting's throat slipped, and a layer of tears appeared in her eyes.

She did not speak.

Fu Jing's long eyelashes were drooping, and continued to say: "Although I won't come to hold a parent meeting for me, my mother will seal up the certificate I got and keep it, even if it's just one after paying the registration fee, I will get it. Composition Participation Award. Of course I know you love me very much, love very much."

Qiao Wanting inhaled her nose, raised her hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, then suddenly laughed, laughed, and cried again.

The corners of her lips rose slightly, but tears fell with the blink of an eye.

Wipe it off again soon.

Refocusing her eyes, she looked at her own daughter.

A childish face, thick and long eyelashes set off the black and white apricot eyes, clear and calm. He was obviously still a child, but his heart gradually matured.

She was calmly negotiating with her as a mother.

Qiao Wanting sighed: "You really like Gu Celadon... Obviously a kid who grew up a little bit unhappy and refused to speak anymore. Now, in order not to let me object, this is the first time..."

Fu Jing interrupted her calmly: "Because you are my mother."

"..."

"You're not a passerby classmate A, B, C, Ding, and you don’t care," Fu Jing lowered his eyes, trying to suppress his choking emotions, and said slowly, sadly and softly, "You are the only mother in my life... I don’t want to hurt you because of my broken hand? I cried for me."

After a while, the tears that Qiao Wanting had just stopped wetted her eyes again.

She held back, pressing her temples tiredly and said: "Okay, it seems that mother really can't tell you no more?"

"..."

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The lights in the city center are too bright at night, and it is difficult to see the stars every night. Looking up, only the bright moon half-hidden in the clouds, mellow every day.

The evening breeze is shallow, blowing for a long time? Body is also cold.

The chill slowly spread from the cheeks to the limbs.

Gu Celadon still opened the window.

From time to time, her eyes fell back not far away, at the gate of the community on the opposite side of the road, and she didn't know how long she had been waiting? With many thoughts, time passes unconsciously? Also quickly.