Chapter 349 Mother

Mrs. Du looked at An Yunze's face, and her eyes, which were as clear as autumn water, gradually turned red.

The mist gradually filled the wrinkled eyes, making Mrs. Du feel that the face of the person in front of her became a little blurry at this moment.

An Yunze, who was led by An Yunxi all the way and had no idea of ​​the situation, also looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him in a trance, his heartbeat was so fast that his breathing was a little unstable.

A warm hand suddenly fell on his cheek.

An Yunze felt as if he was fixed by that hand, completely stiff in place, unable to move.

Mrs. Du's fingertips were a little thin, and the touch became clearer. He heard the slightly choked voice of the woman in front of him.

"Are you really my child?"

An Yunze pursed his lips, not daring to make any sound.

He gently lowered his eyelashes, and was even a little afraid to look into Du's eyes.

He was afraid that the guilt in his eyes would be seen by others.

Seeing that he didn't speak, An Yunxi said from the side: "Of course, mother, don't you still believe Xier?"

Du's voice was a little hoarse and choked: "Believe, mother of course believes Xier, but I can't believe it. Mother thought..."

The last time Baili Yunhe told her his true identity in front of her.

After listening to it, Du's mind had actually become blank.

She couldn't believe that the child she had raised for so many years was actually someone else's.

And her own child, for twenty years, life and death is unknown .

At that time, she told Baili Yunhe that she didn't care and didn't let him blame himself.

But after returning home, Mrs. Du locked herself in the room for several days, even for half a month, and did not sleep well.

Every day and night, she would dream of the child she gave birth to.

He was small, and in the endless darkness, he called for his mother.

In her dream, she kept chasing the small figure, screaming to find him back, but every time she got close, the figure would get farther and farther, as if she would never be able to touch him.

It would be a lie to say that she was not sad.

She pretended to be very good in front of her family and was indifferent to the whereabouts of the child, but as a mother, how could she not feel sorry for the child she had born in her belly!

Obviously her eyes were filled with tears, and all the scenes in front of her were covered with a layer of hazy mist, and her eyes became sore and unbearable, but Mrs. Du was reluctant to close her eyes.

She wanted to see her biological son more. With

her fingers shaking slightly, Mrs. Du forced herself to suppress the emotions that were about to overflow in her heart, and just spoke gently and restrainedly: "You have suffered these years, it's all your fault. You didn't even know that your own child was replaced."

Her voice trembled slightly, and there was an unconcealable sadness in it.

This emotion seemed to touch An Yunze, he gently raised his eyes, and finally dared to look at Mrs. Du.

If he hadn't had expectations, he wouldn't have run all the way to Lijia Village to find his relatives, but now that his relatives were right in front of him, he suddenly felt a little homesick.

"I'm fine."

A cold voice escaped from his lips, with a little caution.

After taking a deep breath, An Yunze continued: "I have lived well these years, you don't have to worry."

This was more like comfort.

Have you lived well?

He was almost eaten by a wolf when he was just born. He was lucky enough to be picked up by the old monk, but he became a tool for the other party to test drugs. If the old abbot himself had not injured his brain and his memory had not changed, he would not even be able to grow up this big.

But he would not tell Mrs. Du these words.

Mrs. Du already blamed herself very much. She thought she had not protected him well.

However, in reality, there was a commotion in the temple that day, and she was knocked down by someone, which caused her to have a difficult delivery. She desperately gave birth to the baby in her belly, but before she could even take a look at it, she fainted .

Many people died in the temple that day,

including the nanny who accompanied her up the mountain and helped her give birth to the child.

There was also a little maid who disappeared and her whereabouts are still unknown.

It is very likely that she also met with an accident on that day.

Mrs. Du gently held An Yunze's hand, and suddenly smiled. She raised her other hand and wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with her sleeve without caring about her image. "No matter what, as long as you can come back, mother doesn't know how to make up for the debt I owe you in the past twenty years, but mother promises that no matter whether you are willing to recognize me or not, you will always be my child."

When An Yunze heard this, his eyes trembled involuntarily.

His light-colored eyes seemed to wake up from confusion, and there was a bit of struggle.

Suddenly, he pulled his hand back from Mrs. Du's palm.

Mrs. Du was stunned, and even An Yunxi beside her was stunned.

An Yunze shook his head and said, "I look like a monster. They say that if I look like this, I will bring misfortune to my family."

A flash of surprise flashed across Mrs. Du's eyes, but she stepped forward again and grabbed An Yunze's wrist.

Her tone was full of anger, and her eyes were red.

"Who said that? Yunze, tell me, I was the first one to rush over and tear his mouth!"

Mrs. Du's chest was heaving with anger, and she looked at An Yunze with even more heartache.

She refused to let go of his hand no matter what he said, but her voice became lower: "Yun Ze, listen to me, don't care what those people who are irrelevant to you say, you have never hurt anyone, and you are not a monster, but my most important child, the baby I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy."

An Yun Ze's eyes trembled slightly.

He had never heard anyone say such gentle words to him since he was a child.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Mrs. Du holding his hand, and spoke again: "Don't you dislike the way I look?"

Mrs. Du was anxious when she heard it.

"How can a mother dislike her own son!"

An Yunze said, "Not long ago, I went to Lijia Village, and that family threw away their newborn child with six fingers."

Mrs. Du was stunned, but looked at An Yunze firmly, "Mother doesn't care how others treat their children, but to me, each of my children is more important than my life!"

An Yunze's eyes met the woman in front of him.

Suddenly, a trace of moisture appeared in the eyes that had almost never shed tears.

The snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and An Yunze's heart seemed to be poked with a small hole. Behind the ice wall was a soft and beating heart.

His dry and pale lips opened and closed gently.

Then he shouted slowly in a slightly low voice.

"Niang"