Reborn and returned to kindergarten as the boss

Chapter 95

Not knowing what Mo Runan wanted them to do, the two little boys seemed a little nervous.

When they came to the bedside, they realized that Mo Runan also looked nervous.

One room, one big and two small.

All three looked tense.

Because Mo Runan was not in good spirits, he had no extra energy to devote to his tense nerves, so he soon relaxed.

She glanced at the child named Tang Na, a little confused, "I was so angry with you this morning, and I was so fierce just now, do you not mind?"

Hearing the woman's tired and puzzled voice, Tang Na raised his eyes and looked directly at the past, and replied seriously: "Mind."

"Then why..."

"Of course I mind." But the child changed the topic, "Because I didn't grasp the proper measure and made you angry."

Hearing the child's reply, Mo Runan was even more astonished, and the confusion in his heart became clearer, "You can still think about me? Why are you so good-tempered?"

"Huh?" Donna laughed, "Am I in a good temper?"

"Yeah." Mo Runan nodded, "When I'm angry, my parents are usually only angrier. When my parents are angry, I'm also angrier. We are more angry than anyone else, the more violent the person is, the more violent .”

what……

Donna nodded knowingly.

No wonder she acted so impulsively. It turned out that she was cultivated as an emotional conditioned reflex since she was a child.

Thinking of this, Tang Na continued to laugh, with a cheerful face like a spring breeze, "But, isn't anger an emotion caused by others treating you in an uncomfortable way?"

Mo Runan blinked his eyes and tilted his head, as if he was even more puzzled.

She thought this kid was eloquent before, but after communicating with him now, she found that he was much more mature than she imagined.

The child continued: "When others treat themselves in an uncomfortable way, we should let them know. Every little emotion of ours is worthy of our own care, and it is worthy of being taken seriously by others!"

This made sense, but Mo Runan couldn't understand, "What about you? What about your emotions? Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable if I treated you like that?"

"It will be uncomfortable, but it's my choice." Donna squinted his eyes and smiled, his face was very cute, but the words he said were terribly gentle, "You can treat me whatever you want! Because I chose to fill the bottle. water."

"Water in a bottle?"

"Hmm! If the bottle is empty, it can't help others to quench their thirst. Now I want to fill the bottle until it overflows, so that the bottle will not be empty, and the overflowing water can be shared with others."

"..." Mo Runan swallowed hard, then lay down, covered most of his head with the quilt, turned his back, and said sullenly, "I'm sleepy. You guys go out."

"Okay." Donna didn't bother anymore, and before pulling the little bamboo horse out, he said carefully, "I'll turn off the light!"

Mo Runan didn't respond.

Donna took her acquiescence, turned off the lights, and closed the door behind him.

In the darkness, no one saw the woman curled up on the bed.

Like a fetus still in the womb, only this posture can bring her a sense of security.

Her eyes sparkled in the dim light.

There are emotions that she doesn't know about.

……

When Mo Runan woke up again, it was already midnight.

She was awakened by thirst.

Because of the wind and cold today, she didn't feel well, and the water in her body seemed to evaporate with the high temperature.

Really unable to fall asleep, she turned on the night light by the bed, ready to get up and go downstairs to get a glass of water.

As soon as the light came on, she saw a cup of cold medicine on the bedside table...

And another cup of steaming boiled water on the side.

Obviously, someone poured this glass of water for her in the middle of the night.

"what……"

A long sigh, choked breath, twists and turns.

Mo Runan picked up the glass of water and took a sip, and found some lemon-like sweetener in it.

It was a child's taste, and it was originally bought by the housekeeper to coax Morido to drink water.

So who poured this glass of water according to his own taste...

The answer is already obvious.

When a person is sick, it is also the time when the spirit is the most vulnerable.

If a little sensitive little thought is not ironed, it is most likely to fall into the melancholy of self-pity.

This glass of water with a light lemon flavor, because it has been left for a while, the temperature is just right.

Its existence, its silent existence, its silent existence in the middle of the night, is like a pick, gently stirring the guitar strings in her heart.

Her grievances evaporated.

Mo Runan got out of bed.

She tiptoed out of the bedroom, walked through the corridor, and came to the door of Morley's room.

This is the first time in six years that she has been outside her son's room.

This room was the only one in the whole house, and she never knew what the decoration style was like inside.

She pushed open the door gently.

She saw the children's room inside, which was so mature and simple that it hardly looked like a children's room should be.

She doesn't understand the development of six-year-old children, and she doesn't know if this style is suitable for children of this age.

She knew she never knew her son, because she did it on purpose.

But after entering this room today, she realized deeply...

She was so ignorant.

Not even a stranger.

To strangers, she may still maintain a noble decency.

But she didn't even have basic courtesy to her son.

After entering the room, Mo Runan saw her six-year-old son sitting by the bed, lying on the ground and falling asleep.

The child was still wearing slippers. I don't know if he was sleepy after coming back from the outside, or if he did this specially for the convenience of leaving the room at any time.

Mo Runan's throat became even more dry.

She went over and played with the child carefully, trying to pick him up and put him back on the bed.

Her movements were a bit clumsy, like a young girl who had never given birth, and she was unfamiliar with holding a child.

She was a little flustered, afraid of waking the child, and also afraid that he would find herself here, and she didn't know how to respond.

After all, she was still not ready.

She still didn't know how to face this child.

When she was in a hurry, she felt the arms of the child in her arms wrap around her neck.

She almost thought that the child had woken up, and she was so frightened that she held her breath and her limbs became stiff.

But the child's breath on the back of her neck was long and steady, and she still seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Mo Runan breathed a sigh of relief and held the child more firmly.

The child in her arms once came from her body.

Holding him at this moment, holding him for a long time, Mo Runan really felt a strange feeling.

His body is soft and petite, but inside it hides incomparable potential and vitality.

The smell on his body is highly similar to his own, which is evidence that he and she live in the same home.

He and her are so strange yet familiar.

Just a hug is enough to melt the ice and snow with the caring temperature.

Mo Runan put his face against the child's tender skin and rubbed it lightly.

Afterwards, she gently carried him back to the bed, took off the slippers for the child, and carefully covered him with the quilt.

After finishing all this, Mo Runan tiptoed out of the children's room.

She closed the door.

She fell to her knees.

She covered her face and wept bitterly.

In the darkness of total silence, she curled up into a small shadow.

From a distance, it seemed that he was even more immature and helpless than the child inside the door.

She wept silently.

Like every day.

Even if you are vulnerable, you must take care of other people's emotions.

Even if you want to cry, you can't wake up others who are sleeping.

Mo Li was the one who came out of her body.

In her bones and in her genes, she believed that he was the closest person to her.

Maybe, maybe because of this, she would treat him like that.

In front of such a young child, he made no secret of his despicableness and malice, and let him bear all the venting of his emotions.

this is not right.She shouldn't have done that.

But she has always grown up "wrongly".No one taught her what to do.

Originally, in this life, she should have been like this, trapped in the mud, living a life that would be worse than death.

Until one day, a child came to approach her because of her severely injured son.

The kid saved her.

Because she hurt others, he came to save her.

How can there be such a child?

Obviously so small, such a small child, as small and as fragile as her son...

When it appeared, it carried light and water.

Lighted her traps, washed her muck.

In the dark corridor, Mo Runan leaned his back against the wall, his pajamas were wet with tears, and even a small puddle of water accumulated at his feet.

She seemed to want to vent out the grievances that had been sealed up for several years through a night of childlike venting.

However, she is very clear.Can't stop pouring out.

So many years of injury, how could it be vented in one night?

It's like she's used to treating her son coldly for six years...

How could it be possible to suddenly change proficiently and become what other people call a dedicated mother?

Mo Runan was tired from crying.

She hugged her knees in a daze.

She didn't know what she was wronging.

She didn't know what to do after she was wronged.

She thought of the child who had saved her.

That child doesn't seem to know what "lostness" is. He always knows what his next step is every day and what he should do.

Mo Runan smiled wryly.

She was still hesitating, how could she be saved by such a small child?

Now, she figured it out.

Perhaps, she must be saved by such a small child.

……

knock knock knock.

knock knock knock.

Tang Na was soundly asleep, and in a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of some kind of wooden frame being knocked.

He sat up in a daze, half-dream and half-awake for a long time, then suddenly woke up——

Isn't this sound a signal that Morley is knocking on the window? !

Tang Na pounced and rushed to the bed.

Sure enough, Mo Li, who was facing the window, couldn't wait for a response, and wanted to back away in frustration, but was happy again when he saw him suddenly appear.

Tang Na hurriedly took out the paper tube phone and threw it over.

He heard the voice of the little bamboo horse, "Nana, I'm sorry I woke you up."

"No!" Tang Na hurriedly asked, "What's the matter with Xiao Hua?"

Mo Li has always been sensible, if it is not a big deal, it is impossible to come to him in the middle of the night.

Hearing Tang Na's question, Mo Li's face turned red, and then he said falteringly: "I'm so happy, if I don't say it, I feel like I'm going to explode. That's why I came to find Na Na accept."

"It's good news!" Tang Na's eyes lit up, "What good news?"

"My mother... just carried me to the bed and covered me with a quilt..." Mo Li was extremely happy because of this novel first experience, and the anticipation and childishness that is rare for a child appeared on his face, "I am because Pretend to be asleep, feel everything."

Mom hugged him!

Mom covered him with a quilt!

Mom loves him so much! ! !

Donna has great empathy.

It didn't sound like a big deal, but he was as excited as if he had won the lottery.

The clear night sky is full of stars, and the night wind is gentle.

The silent city fell into a deep sleep, and no one made a sound, only the birds sang at night from time to time.

Two children stood behind the facing window.

They hugged and high-fived each other.

They laughed silently and screamed silently.