He took it for granted, and took another piece of pizza from the box and ate it.
“Dead kid, believe it or not, I will pick you up now, put you in the toilet, and rush to the drain.” I was a little angry.
The dead kid stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, sighed and said, “Women, this is an unreasonable animal. Who made you my mother! Forgive you once!”
He and I are just two familiar strangers. If I were not his mother and he was not my son, there would be no relationship between us. I tried my best to play the role of a mother. I bathed him, coaxed him to sleep, took him to the playground, and played video games with him. I thought I had done a full 100 points, until one day he opened his innocent big eyes, digging into the big bucket of ice cream I just bought with him in the supermarket, looking at me and asking: “A Ruan, my father Who is it?” I was steaming the buns in the kitchen, the fast-food big buns with fresh meat, and the steaming pot, I said with an old face calmly: “He is dead, I told you about this. He was crushed to death by the train. , I don’t know if the scumbag sneezes when he hears me cursing him like this. But I sincerely hope that he will not die!”