In an instant, he changed from a little adult who opened his mouth and shut his mouth and called her "naive" back to a silly child of the same age as her.

Chapter 13 Chen Lu

Jiang Haoyue turned out the key, and his mother, who had not seen each other for a long time, finally returned home.

Chen Lu stopped him: "I won't go in, I'll leave after a few words with you."

He paused at a loss, not daring to look back at her.

She just came to see him, and didn't plan to enter the Jiang's door. After pinching off the cigarette, Chen Lu reached out and touched the child's small head, and asked him, "How are you doing?"

The child held back the tears in his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

She knew what he had gone through, and sighed in her heart: "I heard."

After the car accident, Jiang Yi had a reason to call Chen Lu every other day and asked her to come back to take care of Jiang Haoyue - "This family needs you, our children need you."

She remitted money to Jiang Yi's card, but no one ever came. Even when Jiang Haoyue was in the hospital, she was still determined and indifferent to Jiang Yi's request.

Later, he didn't ask her to get back with him, but only asked her to come and see his son. But after a few more calls, she stopped answering.

In the last call, Jiang Yi was drunk and called her with the mobile phone of a poker friend to scold her: "This is the child you gave birth to in October, Chen Lu, do you have a conscience?"

Sober up the next day, he wanted to apologize to her, but found that Chen Lu had changed his number.

In the past, Jiang Yi used himself to force her, but now he used their son to force her.

But Chen Lu didn't have him in his heart, and what he did was empty.

Jiang Haoyue thought his mother didn't know.

She didn't come to see him or call him. He believed that Jiang Yi was hiding it from her, and the only person he blamed was Jiang Yi.

He swallowed the bitterness in his stomach because Chen Lu was not around.

He thought that if his mother was there, he must have been hurt.

"The leg hurts..." The child turned his back to her, his thin voice suppressed by the thick nasal sound.

Jiang Haoyue thought, his mother must not know that he was in such pain.

"Mom," he turned around, with tears all over his face, all kinds of grievances, and the only thing he could say was this sobbing sentence, and he repeated it again: "The leg hurts."

The child grabbed the hem of her clothes, and Doudou's tears rolled down her cheeks and hit the ground.

Chen Lu's throat was dry, and she looked at his small hand, her eyes were sour, and she wanted to shake it back. The hand changed when she was about to hold it. She opened her purse and took out a stack of cash that she had prepared earlier.

"You son of a bitch Jiang Yi, the money I gave him definitely didn't cost you. You can hide it and use it yourself."

She spoke at a faster pace, panicking that she couldn't detect. Jiang Haoyue didn't want to take her money, so she used her strength and pressed his hand tightly to let him take it.

If Jiang Haoyue felt it, he accepted the money, and Chen Lu was leaving again, leaving the money with him.

But what does he need, where is the money?

"Mom, I miss you." Fearing that she was leaving, the child couldn't restrain her emotions, and the child pouted and cried louder.

I didn't want to make too much noise, so Chen Lu leaned over and hugged him to coax: "Don't cry, don't cry."

He buried his head in her arms, sobbing out of breath, all his remaining strength was in his hands, tugging at the corners of her clothes.

Chen Lu patted him on the back and called his name in a gentle tone.

The child couldn't stop crying, and complained constantly: "I want you to come back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. I wait for you every day. Can you tell me when you will come back?"

"Haoyue..."

Chen Lu pulled him out of his arms and wiped his tears.

"Don't wait for me, I'm not coming back."

Thinking of Jiang Yi, her voice became cold a few times: "Your father is a tumor that can't be cured."

"Then mother take me with you, can't you? I'll be good and listen to you."

Jiang Haoyue wiped his tears by himself. He tried to regain his usual "little adult" attitude. Unlike his father, he didn't cause trouble for his mother: "Everyone praises me, praises me..."

Chen Lu interrupted him: "I can't take you away, I don't want to have anything to do with him."

She picked up the scattered banknotes and stuffed them into the child's hands. His palms were too small, with a thick wad of money, and he couldn't hold them steady at all.

"Haoyue, I'm sorry for you."

Jiang Haoyue sniffed, and couldn't help but feel dazed: other uncles and aunties praised him for being sensible, and the school teacher praised him for his good homework, but mom, why didn't his mom love him?

Chapter 14 Worry

After entering the door, Lu Miao did not return to the room.

She stood at the door with her schoolbag on her back and listened to most of the conversation in the aisle.

Lu Miao had never seen Jiang Haoyue cry, nor heard him cry of pain.

When she saw him in the hospital, he didn't; fell down in the bathroom, he didn't; was bullied by children of the same age, he didn't... So when he accepted everything calmly, everyone forgot about it, that How painful it must be.

She heard him puff and puff, suppressing his breathless cry, and she suddenly realized that the pain was so painful that he wanted to die.

To Jiang Haoyue, they were all outsiders. He said "I'll do it myself" and "Don't bother", to decline the kindness of the outside world. Facing his mother, he tried his best to hold her hand, and he asked her, "Can you take me with you?"

Lu Miao was born in a sound family, and he has never been afraid of being abandoned like him. However, she was infected by the panic and too much sadness, and she even cried together with Jiang Haoyue.

She cried and cried, and found that she had no position to cry so badly... At that time, the red scarf on her chest was taken off and used as a handkerchief. Lu Miao held it in her palm, and she was already half wet from crying.