Little Zimo stretched his head to look at the painting his mother was drawing. He saw rows of chairs with men and women sitting together. Some of them were wearing army green clothes, and the style of the clothes was very strange.
No, to be more precise, everyone's clothes are very strange.
In the dense crowd, Xiao Zimo noticed a man and a woman at a glance. The man had a stern appearance, especially his sharp eyes, which made people notice his presence at a glance.
As for the woman, her appearance was okay, the only thing that caught his attention was her eyes. Those eyes gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen them somewhere before.
Xiao Zi Mo's eyes were filled with thought, and suddenly they lit up.
Those eyes...
Xiao Zimo turned his head to look at his mother.
Yes, it’s the same look. Even that ordinary face no longer seems so ordinary because of these eyes.
He was puzzled as to why his mother would draw this, and the characters and strange scenes in the painting made him very confused.
When Bei Yutang added the last stroke of color, he seemed to be exhausted and fell back in his chair.
Little Moer tiptoed and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his mother's forehead.
Bei Yutang came back to her senses and looked at the delicate little girl in front of her, her eyes softly shining. She glanced at the sky and didn't expect it to be so late.
"Let's go have dinner."
The three of them sat around the table. Xiao Moer noticed that Bei Yutang ate very little and couldn't help asking, "Mother, is the food not to your taste?"
Dai Xiang also put down her bowl and chopsticks and looked at her, "Sister Mu, what do you want to eat? I will make it for you again."
"Don't worry, I just have no appetite."
Bei Yutang forced herself to take two bites before putting down her bowl and chopsticks. Xiao Zimo followed suit.
"I'm stuffed."
When little Moer saw that his mother ate so little, his little brows furrowed tightly.
After dinner, Xiao Moer found his mother still in the study, reading by lamplight. When he walked in, his mother hadn't noticed him at all, completely absorbed in her own world.
Xiao Moer took the book from the side and did not disturb her, but stayed quietly beside her to accompany her.
Daixiang was worried that Yutang was hungry, so she went to the kitchen to make some snacks and brewed a pot of tea for them. She sat at the door waiting, occasionally glancing at the mother and son in the room. Under the candlelight, they were each focused on their own things, looking so harmonious and warm.
He looked at them, then at the moonlight outside, and yawned from time to time.
Xiao Moer happened to look up and saw that she was yawning. He put down the book in his hands and looked up at the sky outside. It was already the second watch. He glanced at Yutang who was still writing, walked over to Daixiang, and whispered, "Sister Daixiang, it's late, you should go back and rest early."
"It's okay. I'll wait for you."
Xiao Moer shook his head in disapproval, "We have nothing to do here, you don't need to wait here, go to bed early."
Dai Xiang looked at Bei Yutang who was still busy in the room, then looked at the young master in front of her, and nodded, "Young Master, you should also go to bed early."
"Um."
After Dai Xiang left, Xiao Moer returned to his desk, opened his book, and continued reading, occasionally looking up at his mother. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that his mother was worried after waking up this time.
It was already three o'clock in the morning, and my mother showed no signs of stopping.
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