I Am the Mother of a Prodigy - Chapter 110

The clear and pleasant sound of the harmonica reverberated throughout the carriage. He played earnestly, his eyes shining with brilliance.

An Xiang looked at him in a daze, and suddenly thought of some memories, not clear, and vaguely drilled into his heart.

At the end of the song, An Zimo put down the harmonica and returned to his seat. Seeing An Xiang still staring at him, he uncomfortably looked out of the window. An Xiang did not expose the child’s shyness and introvertedness. After a faint smile, he stretched out his arms and hugged him in his arms, and said:

“If you are sleepy, rely on your mother to sleep for a while.”

An Xiang found that his self-proclaimed more comfortable, An Zimo did not refuse, leaning in her arms and slowly closing his eyes.

The bus drove quietly on a stable road, and the tall buildings on both sides were gradually replaced by trees, and the population became sparse and desolate. An hour later, the bus slowly stopped at the destination, and the parents and the children got off hand in hand.

The environment of the camping site is quiet, and the mountains and rivers are connected in a line. Children living in big cities rarely have close contact with nature. When they see the grass and trees, they go crazy, and they ran and jumped into a mess.

The children of the Pei family are more mature, even if they are curious, they don’t rush out directly like them. They all stand by the adult’s side obediently, and their sensible appearance once again welcomes the envy of other parents around.

The main purpose of this camping is to promote the parent-child relationship between the children and their parents, so as soon as they arrive at the destination, the teachers will let them move freely. At the same time, in order to ensure the safety of the activities, the school has specially prepared an ambulance and a security car.

Immediately at noon, many parents had already started to set up tents. An Xiang pulled La Pei Yizhou’s sleeves and suggested: “You and Pei Chen set up a tent, and I will cook food with other mothers.”

The kindergarten has prepared two barbecue grills for parents. Their class has only seven or eight students, and two barbecue grills are enough.

Pei Yizhou nodded, and said, “Be careful.”

“Know it.”

Ann wanted to finish, and trot to the middle of the crowd.

She has a special status, and her mothers were somewhat cramped at first, but seeing that she was approachable and her temperament had no other pure-blooded arrogance and indifference, so she relaxed and got close to her. The few people get along very harmoniously, An Xiang’s cooking skills are superb, the barbecue is sizzling on the shelf, and the fragrance of the meat will float around in the air not long.

“mom.”

An Xiang was busy, and a familiar voice came from her ear.

Without raising her head, she picked up a few pieces of meat and put them on the disposable dish she carried with her, and then handed it over: “Eat with Nono and the others.”

An Zimo took the small dish and left and returned soon. He raised his head behind his hands and said to her, “Do you need my help?”

Sparks were splattering in the grill. Although she wanted to be careful, she was still scalded to two drops. She did not hesitate to refuse: “It’s dangerous here. Momo go find friends to play, mom will be well soon.”

An Zimo noticed the red marks on the back of her hand, his eyes flickered, and he took out a scald medicine from the backpack, took An Xiang’s hand by himself, and gently smeared it for her. His movements are jerky and careful, and his blunt little face is full of concentration.

The mother next to her couldn’t help joking: “It’s all the little quilted jackets of the mother that the daughter is the mother. I think Momo is not bad.”

Speaking of her daughter, An Zimo frowned again.

Ann wanted to feel funny, touched his head and said: “Character is born and has nothing to do with men and women.”

The other party looked a little awkwardly, and didn’t force a conversation again.

“Okay.” An Zimo withdrew the medicine and told solemnly, “You be careful.”

An Xiang patted his cheek lovingly, “I know.”

“I’m staring at you here.”

The smile in An Xiang’s eyes became stronger, and he didn’t drive him away anymore. He looked down and concentrated on the barbecue. When the meat was finished, Pei Yizhou had already set up two tents. She did not choose to get together with the big guy, picking up a meal to a quiet place by the lake, spreading a picnic cloth, and enjoying the scenery while eating.

She had a small appetite, put down her chopsticks in a few mouthfuls, took out the sketchbook she carried with her, and drew the q layout of the family with a few mouthfuls, and then photographed it and posted it to her personal Weibo.

[Think catfish v: picnic. (picture)]

–cute! Can I take it away as an avatar? ?

——Uuuuu, this bun has a faceless face.

——I never expected President Pei to have such a cute side.

——Hope I see death in this picture.

——Upstairs, you can definitely do it.

“…”

After An Xiang selected a few comments to reply, he grabbed Pei Yizhou and took a few selfies, set up a screensaver contentedly, and started thinking about An Zimo.

Her eyes were too naked, An Zimo wiped the corners of her mouth with a small handkerchief at will, her expression calm: “Mom, just say it.”

“Momo, you think the scenery is so beautiful, do you want your mother to draw you a portrait?” After speaking, he stared at him eagerly.

An Zimo did not speak.

In the impression, his mother would only paint the q version of the villain, and occasionally post a few pictures and portraits after marrying Pei Yizhou… Will she?

Even so, An Zimo still did not refuse, nodded and accepted: “Okay.”

An Xiang’s eyes lit up, and he dragged him to a tree, sat on the ground and started painting.

Painting is a long process, let alone human portraits.

Ann wanted to take a look and draw a stroke, but it was also pretty.

Pei Yizhou couldn’t help being curious, and quietly leaned behind her, and chuckles after seeing the painting: “That’s it?”

There are rough black human body lines on the white paper, and a few scribbles are used as the background, without any aesthetic feeling at all.

An wanted to be offended, pushed the man away glumly, and continued to concentrate on painting.

Five minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

An Zimo kept his movements unchanged, even if there was a tree shadow above his head, he couldn’t stand the scorching sun in the afternoon.

An Xiang sighed and couldn’t bear to watch her child continue to stand like this, so she put away the painting, and solemnly promised: “Momo, you can rest assured, waiting for my mother to buy a few books and study hard, I will definitely be able to draw your portrait.”

An Zimo: “…” Not necessarily.

An thought got up and returned to the tent with her son, a small fan was spinning in the tent, and the cool breeze instantly got rid of the heat. She drooped her eyes and saw a piece of drawing paper on the floor. The drawing paper was familiar, as if it had been torn from Pei Nuo’s small drawing book.

She stepped forward to unfold the drawing paper.

The lines outlined in the book are simple and clean, the woman has long hair flying, and her back is slender. It is clearly only a pencil drawing, but it accurately depicts her gentle and moving. Below is the man’s vigorous handwriting–

[To spend the rest of my life with you. ]

An wanted to pinch a corner of the paper, the roots of her ears were red, and her heartbeat lost its regularity.

[me too. ]

She replied silently in the bottom of her heart, sandwiching the picture in the booklet and carefully putting it in the schoolbag. After all this, she pursed her lips and smiled quietly, the sweetness from the corners of her mouth disappeared from the corners of her eyes.