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."

pushed the shopping cart towards

being in my

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

uncontrolled caught up with

couldn't answer the phone. I chased it three meters from the cashier and watched the middle-aged woman

    "one hundred and thirty dollars." Said the cashier.

wondering what could not be desired for the time being, so she took the toy

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

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

“Mami, I want it...”

 My heart was clenched by the child's cry at once. At this time, I knew what blood was thicker than water. It turned out that the child was always deeply cared about in my heart. I could not see the child being aggrieved. Even though there was Mo Ziqian's blood on his

"Xiaoxiao?"

hastened to look in the direction of the

head and ignored Jiayu, but when I looked back at the mother and son, I found that they were all gone. I hurried to the exit, but The night store, just when the passenger flow is the most,

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

like a hole in the heart, gurgling blood. I covered my chest

seemed to digest the meaning of my sentence for a long time. For

nose and burst into tears. I

giving the

 I regret it。