The little guy pursed his lips, was silent for a while, nodded, and asked curiously: "Mommy, why doesn't Uncle Xiao Jiang talk to Youyou?"

Lin Meng laughed, thought for a while, and then replied: "Because Uncle Xiao Jiang and Mommy have a very, very good relationship, so only Mommy can hear Uncle Xiao Jiang's words. And Youyou just met Uncle Xiao Jiang today.

, I’m not very familiar with you, so Uncle Xiao Jiang hasn’t talked to you yet!”

"Oh." The little guy nodded understandingly and said innocently: "Well, Mommy, Youyou will often come to play with Uncle Xiao Jiang in the future. In this way, Uncle Xiao Jiang will get to know Youyou, and he and Youyou will be very close.

We have a very good relationship, and when the time comes, Youyou will also whisper to Uncle Xiao Jiang!"

Lin Meng was stunned for a moment, tears overflowed slightly in his eyes, and he laughed secretly at the child's innocence, how could he be "frequent" in the future!

She pulled the little guy up, patted the little guy's butt, and sent the little guy away. As soon as the little guy disappeared from her sight, the raging tears finally broke through and surged from her eyes.

When she came out, she hugged Jiang Polang's tombstone and cried uncontrollably. Those sobs moved the whole world!

She sent the little guy away because she didn't want him to cry with her. She knew her baby son very well, and he would definitely cry louder than she did. She felt sorry for her son and didn't want to do that. The son went to play by himself.

She didn't need to be patient and let out all the sadness, guilt, regret, shame, and pain she had accumulated over the years.

Being saved by others and bearing another life is actually very heavy. This heaviness will sometimes appear inadvertently and almost crush her; this heaviness will also make her suddenly emotional and cry out in sorrow;

This heaviness would also make her toss and turn sometimes, keeping her eyes open until dawn...

As he expected, she worked hard to live a better life, often facing this sometimes cruel life with a smile, but she was not strong enough to maintain such a state of mind, so she could always think of him.

, you will be slightly sad, you will sigh softly, you will also be unable to come back to your senses for a long time, immersed in mourning and unable to extricate yourself...

The saddest thing of all is that she has always endured his kindness, but never paid anything for him. It was so unfair that he left and left her, but he couldn't even repay her, and even couldn't even come to see her.

He has always been so extravagant.

"Fool...you fool..."

Whispering softly, she could only hug the cold tombstone tighter...

*

When Jiang's mother got out of the car, she was a little confused. As soon as she arrived at her hometown and saw all the relatives and friends, all the children and their children, and everyone was enjoying themselves, she couldn't bear it. She managed to cope for a while, but finally she couldn't stand it anymore.

I just took the car back early.

After Jiang Polang left, her spirits were a little bad. In the past, she was always very busy and focused on the company's business. In recent years, she has become depressed. Even the company is not big anymore, let alone

Most of the time, she would chat with Jiang Polang in the backyard. The doctor diagnosed that she had mild depression and it was best to seek psychological treatment, but she refused.

She understands her own situation. The death of her youngest son is equivalent to taking away a ray of soul from her body, causing her pain beyond measure. It cannot be cured by simple treatment. There is no son in the world who is more "white-haired"

What was even more painful was the fact that a person gave away a black-haired person. She thought countless times that day, even if she died in place of her youngest son, how could she let a young boy go like this and leave him behind?

As a mother, she can only remember it with throbbing pain!

She got out of the car in a daze and rubbed her brows. She felt extremely tired and even walking became a little numb. Seeing that the door of her house was in front of her, she sighed and thought of her little son buried in the backyard.

Bitterness spread like ripples in her heart.

She turned her head inadvertently, glanced at the gray sky at the moment, turned her head over habitually, and continued walking forward numbly, but as soon as she lifted her foot, she was stunned.

Then he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and turned his head violently, with such force that he almost broke his neck.

As far as the eye can see, there is a group of military green and white and blue on the big tree, in the style of "camouflage" uniforms. The black skull on the top is exactly a small human head. In winter, the leaves have fallen off.

The branches are pointing towards the sky, as if they are desperate and can only pray to the hands of God. And in this gray with death, a touch of military green suddenly appears, how at first glance. It is like a touch of

The bright green of life seems to be reborn in this gray world.

A dead tree with a fresh child hanging on it is not like the rebirth of life!

Jiang's mother opened her mouth in disbelief, and tears slowly overflowed from her eyes. She stood there, trembling, and pitifully did not dare to move, for fear of scaring away this life.

The immature child, only a small ball, was holding the horizontally growing tree trunk with his hands and his two calves. He looked like a koala. This scene was so familiar, so familiar.

This made Jiang’s mother’s tears fall even more fiercely!

Her vision began to blur, and she could only see a face that resembled that of her youngest son, facing him, with a pair of big black eyes, with the same innocence, blinking at her slightly slyly.

The memory suddenly went back, and time seemed to go backwards. It was also on that winter day, the naughty little son hung on the tree, watching cunningly as everyone was looking for him, but he watched silently, secretly keeping it in his heart.

Le. After she finally found him and asked him what he was doing, he told her confidently: "Mom, I'm a koala and I can't get down from the tree!"

The youngest son's eyes were so dark, like an obsidian, that they almost illuminated the gray sky! So, that moment became eternity and was engraved in her mind.

She couldn't tell the difference anymore, so she approached cautiously, tears quietly sliding into her mouth. She tasted the bitter taste, but couldn't help but laugh, just like before.

"Little naughty boy, what are you doing?!"

The child in his eyes stuck out his tongue, chuckled, and said crisply: "I'm being a koala, and I can't come down from the tree!"
Chapter completed!