Chapter 221
Yunmian followed her mother home with a pursed mouth and tears in her eyes.
The mother and daughter's home is not far from the shop. It is right next to the Wu family, with only two or three shops between them.
When she reached the grocery store downstairs, Yun Mian subconsciously looked up and saw a familiar little head sticking out of the window. The little head had the same pigtails as hers and was lying there waving at her.
Little Yunmian sniffed, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, then raised his head and gave the other person a big red-eyed smile.
This was the secret code for the two kids every afternoon. Every time they passed by, one of them would lie down and wait upstairs, while the other would look up from below.
Even though there was no meaningful communication, the feeling of having a brief meeting with a good friend at the end of the day still made the friendship between the two children full of ritual.
"Sister Mianmian, let's go to school together tomorrow~" Wu Zhaozhao lay on the windowsill and waved hard at his sister below.
Yunmian nodded vigorously: "Yes! You have to wait for me~"
The agreement in just a short conversation suddenly made the little girl, who had been feeling aggrieved just a moment ago, happy. She jumped to the front happily, shamelessly holding her mother's hand and swinging it back and forth.
The system felt that its host was excellent in every way, but there was one thing that amazed it the most.
That is "partiality and not bearing grudges".
Bias refers specifically to the preference towards the host mother. No one else can get this exception.
When she got home, Yunmian looked around at everything in the house with a bit of curiosity.
It's completely different from the empty white ward.
The house is filled with a lot of things, but it is kept very tidy. On the wall are giraffe stickers for measuring children's height, in the corner are many boxes of toys, and on the wall are various small handicrafts that I brought back from school in my memory.
Every corner of this house seems to have my shadow.
Even though she possessed all the memories of this body, Yun Mian stood in the living room, still a little confused and at a loss for a moment.
She had never lived in a home like this.
Her height and weight were all measured during the physical examination in the hospital.
Her toys are a chess board that can be placed on the bedside table and some stuffed dolls piled on the bed.
She had never done handicrafts because the back of her hands were covered with needle holes for water infusion, and her fingers were also wearing various testing instruments. She only saw her mother sitting by the bed and teaching her how to fold colorful little stars.
Everything in this room was unfamiliar to Yunmian.
She stood there cautiously, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Mianmian, what are you daydreaming about? Go wash your hands, they are so dirty."
A familiar voice of her mother came from behind her. Yunmian came back to her senses, responded softly, and ran to the toilet in her familiar little slippers.
Stepping on a small stool, Yunmian looked at her healthy self in the mirror, curved her eyes and smiled at herself, then lowered her head, turned on the faucet, squeezed out some hand sanitizer and washed her hands carefully.
At night, Yunmian lay clinging to her mother, hugging her warm body and rubbing her head against it.
Yun Jinyan was counting the order revenue on today's food delivery app with her mobile phone, and holding the clumsy little child with one hand to prevent her from sliding down.
Yun Mian rubbed against her for a while and then came over to look at the phone together. Yun Jinyan deliberately held the phone farther away for fear that Yun Jinyan would damage her eyes.
"Mom, did we make a lot of money?" Yun Mian looked at the string of numbers on the screen of her mobile phone and reached out to poke it curiously.
Yun Jinyan held the phone farther away to avoid the disruptive hands and answered her, "It's not a lot of money, but it's enough for us to buy ingredients and make a lot of snacks for your friends tomorrow."
The next second, she received shocked and admiring looks from the children.
"Can you do a lot more?" Yun Mian opened her mouth slightly, stretched out her hands and tried to gesture.
Yun Jinyan smiled and ruffled her daughter's hair, nodding affirmatively: "Yes, there are many things we can do."
Yunmian: “!!!”
"My mom is really the most awesome mom in the world! No other mom can compare to her!" The child just kept flattering her, but he said it with extra seriousness and certainty, his eyes firm as if he was his mother's most devout believer.
The system sighed silently. The host's filter for his mother was superimposed at least a hundred times at this moment!
Yun Jinyan was also amused by her daughter. She put down her phone and hugged her again. She pinched her fair and tender little face and asked, "Then I am the most powerful mother in the world. What is Mianmian?"
"I am my mother's most precious baby!" This is the answer that will not change even after going through countless worlds.
"What if a mother who is more powerful than me appears?" Yun Jinyan posed a difficult question to her daughter.
The child was indeed a little stumped. He puffed up his little face and lay in her arms, thinking seriously.
After a long while, she shook her head more firmly: "Impossible! Mom is the best mom!"
"What if there really is something even better?" Yun Jinyan said deliberately, "Just like there will always be sweeter lollipops and tastier snacks."
Yunmian: “…”
After two seconds of silence, the kid replied angrily, "Then I'll beat her away!"
She would not allow a mother more powerful than her mother to appear in this world!
system:"……"
It’s still the familiar unreasonable village bully Mianmian.
Yun Jinyan was also stunned for a moment by her daughter's domineering and unreasonable answer, and then she hugged her and couldn't stop laughing.
Yunmian looked at her mother and smiled. Her originally fierce expression softened. She stared at her mother's smiling face so foolishly that her eyes narrowed into slits. She couldn't help but rush over and hug her mother tightly.
"Mom, I love you so much~"
Yunmian rubbed her mother's chin and hummed bluntly: "Mianmian loves mom the most, loves mom the most~"
The child's poor vocabulary could not find more words to describe and express love, so she kept repeating the same word "love" over and over again.
A love that is sincere, passionate, straightforward, strong, without any falsehood or disguise.
Yunmian never hesitates to express to her mother the love and closeness that adults find difficult to express in words.
A sweet and soft kiss was placed on Yun Jinyan's cheek. After the child who was lying over her moved away reluctantly, before she could respond, she was kissed hard on the other cheek.
"Mom~" Yunmian rested her head on her mother's neck and murmured like a puppy, "I miss you so much. Today I miss you more than yesterday, and tomorrow I miss you more than today. I miss you so much that I am about to cry..."
If love can be measured, then a child's love for his mother must be extremely pure and strong.
Mom has friends, a life, a job, family and colleagues...
But in Yunmianmian's limited life, there is only her mother.
"Mom, can you love me the most?" Yun Mian asked. Before she got an answer, she burst into tears and whispered, "I love you so much..."
Mom also has to love Mianmian very much, so that there will be a little fairness.
Yun Jinyan looked at the little crybaby in her arms who started crying because of grievance while talking, her eyebrows softened helplessly, patted the sobbing child's back, and said softly: "Mom also loves Mianmian a lot. I started loving you when Mianmian was still in mom's belly. When Mianmian was born and knew nothing and was still a baby, mom loved you very much. So all in all, mom loves you much more than Mianmian."
Yunmian wiped her tears on her mother's shoulders, and asked expectantly with a pursed mouth: "Really? But I don't remember when I was in my mother's belly..."
If she remembers, she must love her mother very much.
"It's okay." Yun Jinyan patted her daughter's back slowly, and whispered to the little girl with red eyes in her arms under the gentle orange light: "Mianmian, just remember that from the moment you appeared, mom began to love you. When mom is very old, so old that her hair is white, her teeth are all gone, and she can't even walk, I will still love you. That's enough."
But what she described was something Yunmian could not imagine.
Love that lasts until the end of life sounds so heavy.
Yunmian only had a short life of five years, and he only has memories of two or three years of it.
She hugged her mother's body, felt her mother's pat on her back, listened to her mother's soft and gentle whispers, and tears began to well up in her eyes unconsciously, but she buried her head and hid them.
"I am my mother's baby." The child realized this again.
She is her mother's precious, precious baby.
He is a child who is loved very much by his mother.
She must be the happiest and most loved child in the world.
It was not until she was about to fall asleep in her mother’s arms that Yun Mian thought of another question that had been lingering in her mind for a long time.
She tried to cheer herself up, hugged her mother's arm and whispered, "Mom, what if one day I'm not your baby anymore? If another Mianmian appears, will you drive me away?"
Ever since she knew the true nature of the real and fake daughters, Yunmian has always wanted to ask her mother, if she became one of the children, would her mother hand her over and take away her real treasure?
At first, Yun Jinyan didn’t quite understand.
She thought the child wanted to ask whether she would have another child, or whether there would be another Yunmian like her.
But as the child tried hard to express himself in a confusing way, her brows gradually frowned.
Why did my daughter suddenly ask such a question?
Why was she suddenly afraid that the child was not hers and that she would take another child and abandon her?
Facing her mother's inquiring gaze, Yun Mian said angrily in a low voice: "They all said that the child was picked up from the trash can, and that it was given as a gift when she recharged her phone bill. What if mom also picked up a new child? What if someone gave mom a child as a gift when she recharged her phone bill?"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He was so angry that he couldn't even sleep anymore. He sat upright on his mother's belly, with a stern face, and threatened fiercely: "If mom picks up another child, I will run away from home!"
Run away from home! In the minds of children, these four words are the ultimate killer, which will definitely scare their mothers!
The system slipped out the door and covered its face silently.
Yun Jinyan, who should have been frightened, smiled dangerously and asked her daughter calmly, "Where are you going after running away from home?"
Although Yunmian was puzzled as to why her mother wasn't scared and hurried to comfort her, she still answered obediently: "I'm going to go out and find a trash can to squat down, and then be picked up by another mother."
You’re kidding! She didn’t want to be picked up by another mother, so she squatted at her mother’s door, and as soon as her mother opened the door, she would rush in and then drive the other child away!
The child, immersed in his own fantasy, did not notice the increasingly dangerous changes in his mother's expression.
The system outside the door sensibly blocks its perception of the host.
It doesn’t matter, it is best at pretending to be dead.
Just as skilled as the host is at always taking a beating based on his own abilities.
Mianmian’s daily life on May 20: three meals a day, two beatings, one confession and then another beating, her life is exceptionally fulfilling.
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine:
Organizational model - Gin 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution:
An Quercus 40 bottles;
Organization Model - Gin 30 bottles;
Getting fat at an early age, getting drunk after the snow, wanting to eat something 20 bottles;
Sweet text is the most Dior! 15 bottles;
10 bottles of Fluorescent Light and Snow and Rain;
5 bottles of Cangsheng Tadage and candy-flavored milk tea;
Over the years, we exist together, one bottle of Guaiguai;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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