An Xiang found that her son's attitude towards her was much colder. Although she sincerely apologized, she was not forgiven. She wondered if it was her poor performance that made him completely disappointed, so she studied extra hard in the next few days.

But--

An Zimo was as indifferent as ever.

An Xiang couldn't help but feel discouraged, so she bought many toys that boys liked online and gave them to him, hoping to please her children.

As a result, the children who came home from school just glanced at it lightly and said, "No need, you can just keep it to yourself."

"??"

Watching An Zimo leave, An Xiang suddenly became dejected.

"He doesn't care that we care. Grandma, can you give us the toys?"

The twins next to him were very excited, and Pei Nuo couldn't wait to pick and choose the toys. An wanted to nod, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly an idea came to him. It is said that people of the same age know best, maybe Pei Yan, Pei Nuo, and the others know something.

What.

An Xiang cleared her throat and came to the two of them, "Nono~"

Girls have a keen mind, so An Xiang decided to start with Pei Nuo.

"What's the matter, Grandma?" Pei Nuo fiddled with the building blocks in his hand, her voice was soft and sweet, and An Xiang's heart felt soft when she heard it.

She sat cross-legged next to the child and asked in a soft tone: "How is Mo Mo doing in kindergarten?"

Pei Nuo didn't answer. Pei Yan spoke first: "It's the same as before, always with a bad face."

An thought: "."

Sure enough, Mo Mo was not very happy.

Then she caught the important point, with a suspicious look on her face: "You said it's the same as before?"

Pei Yan frowned and suddenly realized that An Xiang had lost his original memory, so he patiently explained: "Mo Mo is very cold to everyone. He used to always make you unhappy. Grandma, you don't remember, he left home before.

Run away and say I don’t want to live with you.”

An Xiang's eyes widened in disbelief. Is there such a thing?

So An Zimo didn't like her from the beginning? But looking back on the interactions between An Zimo and her for many days, it was clear that An Zimo was very well-behaved and sensible, completely different from what they said.

With confusion, An wanted to ask: "What else?"

The two children immediately felt something was wrong and said with wide eyes: "Grandma, are you unhappy with Mo Mo?"

An Xiang, who was exposed at a glance, showed a hint of embarrassment and nodded: "...He suddenly had a cold war with me. I don't know what made him angry. Maybe he doesn't like me as you said."

Pei Nuo frowned and his tone suddenly became stern: "Grandma, you can't say that to Mo Mo. Mo Mo is the person who likes you the most in the world, even more than Grandpa."

Pei Yan agreed helpfully: "Yes! Mo Mo likes you the most!"

Pei Nuo bit his finger and thought for a moment: "Mo Mo suddenly ignored you, it must be something wrong with you."

"?"

As God can tell, she performed well and there was absolutely nothing wrong with her.

Peno asked: "Did you say anything to make her unhappy?"

An Xiang frowned and thought for a long time, "...No."

"Or you told him that you wanted a sister." Pei Nuo said, "Our Ban Qiqi's parents gave birth to a little sister for him, and the family began to ignore Qiqi, and Qiqi was unhappy every day. So Grandpa must

I’m worried that if you give birth to a younger sister, you won’t love him.”

Pei Nuo looked determined.

Many children she knew had younger brothers or younger sisters, and they complained every day that adults no longer liked them. Although Pei Nuo didn't know what it felt like, she guessed that An Zimo would also be afraid. After all, every child wants to

The one and only thing about being a parent.

After saying these words, she didn't look at An Xiang's face again and continued playing with blocks with her brother.

Pei Nuo woke An Xiang up.

She did have that thought that day. If An Zimo had the ability to read minds, he would be very hurt when he found out. She lost her memory and changed her body, but he remembered it and tried hard to please her. Maybe he was afraid of having multiple sisters.

He was afraid that the extra little life would attract all his attention away.

——Just like An Xiang did when he was a child.

Thinking of this, her heart felt suffocated, and her discomfort slowly spread.

An Xiang stopped disturbing the children's play and went upstairs alone to knock on An Zimo's bedroom door.

"Enter."

An wanted to push the door open and enter.

This was her first time in a child's room. Compared to the twins' children's room, Mo Mo's room was much drab, with gray-white sheets, gray-white curtains, and bookshelves filled with thick books in various languages. The entire decoration was monotonous and deserted.

.Only the mecha toy placed in front of the bed became a little less lonely. An Xiang recognized it at a glance as a gift bought for him in the mall before, and he kept it carefully.

An wanted to focus on Mo Mo.

He sat in front of the desk, holding a medical book and reading it carefully. When he saw An wanted to come in, his expression was a bit suspicious.

"What's up?"

An wanted to close the door carefully, "Can I chat with you?"

An Zimo opened the ledger in front of him. It clearly planned what he had to do every hour. He nodded: "You only have ten minutes."

"..."

Children are very busy.

An Xiang sat over, glanced at the books on the table, and asked casually: "Do you want to be a doctor in the future, Mo Mo?"

"No." An Zimo replied, "I want to be a pharmacist, which is very different from a doctor."

An Xiang, who had little education, spoke up bravely: "Bi, for example?"

"I want to develop drugs and vaccines, specific drugs that can effectively target cancer cells."

An Xiang suddenly became interested and sat next to him and took the initiative to open up the topic: "What else? You can elaborate on it."

An Zimo frowned: "You don't understand."

An thought: "How do I know I don't understand if you don't tell me?"

An Zimo curled his lips and patiently told her his future plans word for word. He spoke seriously, clearly organized, and logically. At first, he could barely listen, but later An Zimo was filled with thoughts and only question marks remained in his mind.

[What's this?]

[What is this again?]

[But it sounds awesome, Mo Mo is indeed a genius.]

[Ah, is this really the child I gave birth to? How could he be so good?]

[I have a plan, I have a plan, did I inherit it from Pei Yizhou??]

An Xiang was already wandering in the sky, and the rainbow fart in his heart was blowing one after another.

An Zimo's voice gradually became weaker, and his ears gradually turned slightly red.

——I feel a little embarrassed to praise him all of a sudden.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

An Zimo lowered his eyes to hide the shyness in his eyes, and his tone was softer unconsciously: "It's boring, so I won't talk anymore."

"No, I think it's very interesting."

What An wanted to say was not a lie.

Although he was confused, the way he worked hard to plan for the future was really dazzling, more dazzling than any adult. An Xiang could tell that he was looking forward to growing up and looking forward to the day when he could realize his dream.

She suddenly felt ashamed.

A child under the age of five has already planned her future, but she is worried about a few math problems, and even always thinks about being lazy.

"Momo, I'm sorry."

"Um?"

An Xiang's eyes were sincere: "From now on, I will study hard and study hard. Don't be angry, okay?" When he said the last sentence, his eyes were obviously a little uneasy, and even the rhythm of his heartbeat was so cautious.

An Zimo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He didn't start: "You are the parent, why are you apologizing to a child like me?"

"Because I am a parent, that's why I want to apologize to you." An Xiang couldn't help but reach out and touch his soft black hair, "Parents must be role models for their children, and children will also become role models for their parents. Mo

Mo is smart and hardworking, I want to learn from you."

This is comforting to hear.

An Zimo held his chin with one hand and turned the pencil around on his fingers. His slightly raised lips accidentally betrayed his current good mood.

"Also, I won't have children now."
To be continued...