Love You Three Thousand Times

Wu Zhihai hurriedly eased the situation. "Mom, Jia Yu works very hard. Don't say anything else. All right, Jia Yu, look at our house with a Xiaoxiao." 

I followed Jia Yu with my dissatisfaction with Wu Zhihai's mother and visited her wedding room. During this period, Wu Zhihai's mother was still nagging.

 Probably Wu Zhihai was afraid that Jiayu had a problem with his mother and winked at his mother from time to time, but his mother did not seem to think so and was still nagging in her mouth. 

But I began to look down on the future of Jiayu and Wu Zhihai. Not to mention how mediocre Wu Zhihai, his mother such a brazen woman, will be annoyed enough for Jiayu to stand.

    I really did not want to listen to Wu Zhihai's mother nag, told Jiayu that I need to go to the supermarket opposite to buy something, so I left first.

 Half an hour later, Jiayu called me, and I was in that large store, staring at a pair of mother and son.

 The mother, in her forties, had a thick vicissitudes on her face, and her clothes were in the style of a few years ago, and a little boy of about two years old in a shopping cart full of daily necessities was flipping them curiously with chubby hands. 

That middle-aged woman, I remember, her face was engraved deep in my mind, and the child, between her eyebrows, looks like a man a lot.

 Mo Ziqian.

 Yes, this child looks like Mo Ziqian, especially when Mo Ziqian was a child. In the house where Mo Ziqian and I used to be, there was a picture of Mo Ziqian when he was a child. The child in front of me was the realistic version of that photo. 

A small replica of Mo Ziqian. 

And that woman, the wife of the couple who took my son from the hospital two years ago. Unexpectedly, two years later, I met the woman and my son in this way. 

I stared at the boy in the shopping cart in amazement. At that moment, my eyes were feverish, and there was a voice in my heart saying, "son, I'm your mother."

 The woman pushed the shopping cart towards the

child, but he must be my bone blood, he was born by caesarean section after being in my

know what he looks like, like me or Mo Ziqian. I don't

uncontrolled caught up with them.

the phone. I chased it three meters from the cashier and watched the middle-aged woman put the items on the shopping cart. As soon

  "one hundred and thirty dollars." Said the

the time being, so she took the toy car that the child

on the corners of his mouth, with a disdainful look in his eyes, and said, "Why can't you afford

middle-aged woman was embarrassed, but she just bit her lips and put a closed pocket into the shopping cart without saying anything, and the little boy in the car, when he saw that his mother had not returned the toy car to him, opened his mouth and

“Mami, I want it...”

water. It turned out that the child was always deeply cared about in my heart. I could not see the child being aggrieved. Even

"Xiaoxiao?"

hastened to look in the direction of the cry, only to see Jiayu standing

I hurried to the exit, but The night store, just

When I appeared in front of Jiayu with my mind losing,

a hole in the heart, gurgling blood. I covered my chest with my hand and was unable to restrain myself.

of my sentence for a long time. For a long time, she raised her hand and brushed away the emission on my cheek, and the voice was full of pity:

burst into tears.

 I regret giving the child

 I regret it。