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Cheng Huan sighed.
The relationship between the mother and child in my memory is not good. The original owner deliberately ignored the child. The child is still small and has the instinct of a small animal, and he would not go to the original owner to be sticky.
It’s just a mother and child who are dependent on each other. Even if he is beaten and scolded, the child is still attached to his mother.
Cheng Huan took the child to his own room according to the memory segment.
Said it is a room. It is actually similar to a loft. It is five or six flat in total. There is only a small window that cannot be opened. There is a small bed about one meter in the room. Some clothes are piled on the bed. Too clean.
There was a smell of things going bad and fermented in the room. Cheng Huan went in because the airtight seemed extremely sultry. Before finding the root of the smell, his body began to protest against this environment.
The fragments in the memory are a bit unreal. Cheng Huan originally thought the room was a bit small, but when he came in, he knew how terrible the environment was.
Why did she bear the heart to put her children in such a place?
Cheng Huan spurned the original owner again in his heart and turned around and walked out of the room.
The house is small, and there is only the master bedroom. Cheng Huan put the child on the original master bed, only to remember that the child has not eaten and bathed yet.
As a four-year-old kid, the little guy obviously doesn’t have the skills to cook and bathe. The original owner thinks he is annoying, and only washes him when he can’t stand it.
Cheng Huan didn’t know when the original owner gave his son a bath last time, just looking at the clothes on the little guy, it shouldn’t be short.
No wonder she just kept smelling a weird smell.
As a southern girl, Cheng Huan couldn’t bear to sleep without taking a shower. She bent down and pushed the little guy’s arm.
“Wake up.”
The child was already asleep. He woke up after being pushed twice by Cheng Huan. He rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes. When he saw Cheng Huan, he shrank back, pinched his small fist, and looked at her stubbornly. not talking.
Cheng Huan sighed again in his heart.
She leaned over and said as softly as possible: “You are dirty, I will take you to take a bath.”
The kid still didn’t relax.
Originally, I hadn’t noticed it but I could ignore it. Now that I noticed it, Cheng Huan couldn’t bear the smell. She stretched out her hand, took the person out of the bed with the child’s scared eyes, and walked to the bathroom opposite the door.
The little guy was probably afraid of being beaten. Seeing that Cheng Huan just hugged him and didn’t do anything else, he gradually relaxed. He put his head close to Cheng Huan’s shoulders and slowly raised his arms. Before he had time to wrap his shoulders, it was already Arrived at the destination.
He put his hands down and back behind him as if frightened, and carefully took a look at Cheng Huan’s face for fear that she would be unhappy.
Cheng Huan feels a little sad, obviously it should be the most unscrupulous age…
Thinking about this in her heart, the expression on her face was more soothing, Cheng Huan smiled, and stretched out her hand to scrape the little guy’s nose: “Open your hand and undress you.”
Jiang Xingchen felt that the mother in front of her was a little different. She didn’t laugh when she took a shower, she didn’t talk to herself, and she didn’t want to look at him.
But he likes a smiling mother, she looks so beautiful when she smiles.
Cheng Huan has no experience with children. It is the first time to bathe a child. It is inevitable to be in a hurry when he moves. Fortunately, the child is very well-behaved and does not cry or make trouble.
Jiang Xingchen stood barefoot on the ground, Cheng Huan squatted beside him, holding the shower in one hand and rubbing him with a bath towel in the other.
The weather is hot and the children have a lot of activity. They sweat a lot every day. After a few days, the dust and dirt on their bodies have accumulated a thick layer.
The little guy is only four years old, and his skin is very tender. Even if Cheng Huan controlled his strength, his body was red after rubbing, just like cooked shrimp.
Jiang Xingchen looked down curiously. Because Cheng Huan had a good attitude, he was a little bolder. He reached out his hand and touched the red patch on his stomach.
“Mom.”
Cheng Huan was taken aback and realized that he was calling himself: “Well, what’s the matter?”
The little guy pointed to his stomach: “I’m red.”
“Yes, you are red.” Cheng Huan took one of his arms and said casually: “Almost familiar.”
“What is it that you are familiar with?”
The little guy is only four years old, because he has been neglected and doesn’t know much. Cheng Huan wiped this arm and put it down and explained to him: “You can eat things when they are cooked, but you cannot eat them raw.”
She touched the little guy’s belly: “Otherwise the belly will be uncomfortable.”
“Then I am cooked, can I also eat it?” Jiang Xingchen was curious: “Mom, am I delicious?”
The front of the little guy has been washed clean, his face is pink and tender, his eyes are big, obsidian-like pupils occupy most of the area, the eyelashes are long and dense, the nose is small, and the mouth is small. , Like a doll in a shop window.
Cheng Huan aroused a scream of the old aunt in his heart, leaned over and took a bite on his face, and then commented: “It’s delicious.”
The little guy was very happy. As soon as Cheng Huan retreated, he was kissed by Jiang Xingchen. The child’s soft lips were printed on her face, and her heart suddenly softened.
“Mom, you are also delicious.”
“Yes, we are all delicious.” Cheng Huan patted him: “Change the side and wipe your back.”
The little guy’s chest and back are dirty regardless of the degree of dirtiness. Cheng Huan wiped it almost inch by inch. After wiping, he felt it was okay and then changed places.
Cheng Huan has been squatting. After a long time, her legs were a little sore. She stood up and rested. When she squatted down again, she caught a glimpse of a dark spot on the little guy’s waist.
She thought it was a dirty thing, but when she got closer, she realized it was a birthmark. The birthmark was in the shape of a butterfly, very regular, as if it were printed on it.
Cheng Huan felt that this birthmark had been seen somewhere. After thinking about it, I couldn’t figure it out. I thought it might have been affected by the memory of the original owner, so I didn’t care about it.
Wash the little guy clean, Cheng Huan wiped his body clean, wrapped a bath towel and carried him out of the bathroom.
The child didn’t have any clean clothes, and Cheng Huan didn’t want to put those dirty clothes on him anymore, so he simply left him naked.
She put the person on the bed, wiped his hair half-dry with a bath towel, touched his little face and said, “The stars are not running around on the bed, mom will make dinner for you.”
The little guy’s eyes are bright: “Is the star me?”
The original owner didn’t give the little guy a nickname, and he didn’t call his name very much when he got along with each other. It was all yours.
Of course, it is impossible for Cheng Huan to learn from the original master, and feels that the full name is too unfamiliar.
“Yes, the stars are you.” Cheng Huan replied.
When she saw the excited little guy in front of her, she thought of her little niece. She was obviously the same age, and the little niece was doing a fortune at home, but this little guy was so happy for a name that was closer.
Jiang Xingchen’s happy face blushed, and he said the name stupidly.
He leaned close to Cheng Huan, hesitated and leaned over, seeing that he hadn’t been pushed away, he boldly reached out and hugged her waist.
“Mom.” He said, “I am the star.”
“Well, you are the star.” Cheng Huan touched his hair and patted his little hand: “Okay, I have to cook, the star is hungry.”
The answer to him was a roar coming out of the little guy’s stomach.
Cheng Huan laughed.
The little guy felt a little embarrassed. He let go of the hand holding his mother, fell on the bed blushing, and covered himself with a bath towel, determined to be a turtle with his head.
“Don’t cover your head, you can’t breathe.” Cheng Huan pulled the towel down a bit, and walked out the door in the little guy’s line of sight.
The original owner is not a person who knows how to live. She doesn’t like cooking, and she doesn’t have much food at home.
Cheng Huan looked around in the refrigerator, only to find a handful of dried noodles, like a few eggs, vegetables and meat.
The variety of ingredients is too single, and Cheng Huan can’t make any flowers. She fry two poached eggs and boil a pot of water to prepare them.
Waiting for the water to boil, Cheng Huan rearranged the memory of the original owner.
The memory fragments I saw before are all from the past, this time Cheng Huan found her current living conditions in it.
The original owner stayed with Mr. Jiang for one night, and the two sides took nearly five to six hundred thousand yuan. In recent years, she had to have children and had no job. The money was spent almost, and only the last three to four thousand yuan existed. Cary, the code of the card is the date of the night she and Mr. Jiang.
It seems that I still don’t give up.
Cheng Huan’s memory does not have that section, and I don’t know how beautiful Mr. Jiang is that makes the original owner so obsessed with it.
The water boiled, and Cheng Huan put his face down, thinking about the mess while moving.
The original owner is good-looking, and his son is not bad, but the mother and son don’t look alike, so Xingxing should follow his dad who doesn’t know his name.
I just don’t know how much it looks like. Will that cheap dad also have a birthmark on him?
Cheng Huan thought about it, but suddenly stopped.
Cheng Huan, Jiang Xingchen, the butterfly-shaped birthmark…
Why is this so similar to the content of the novels she has read before? !