Novel: The three-year-old son is cute and well-behaved, but I can only leave him fiercely.

As soon as I entered the house, my son pounced on me and hugged me tightly:

"Mom, where have you been?" Wait for you for a long time and don't come back. Then he took me by the hand and walked into the hall, and as he walked, he said:

"Mother look quickly, just now the sword and sword chess won Grandpa, Grandpa said, if you win him again, you will give me a big horse to ride, giggle." My son likes to sit on the shoulders of adults and ride a horse, my mother and I don't have the strength, and I am even more afraid of falling on him, this horse can only be used by grandpa. Dad's Go was not an opponent in the unit that year, and his three-year-old son could play him, but it was just to make the sword happy.

"The sword is coming, you haven't finished drinking your milk yet." After drinking, grandma teaches you to memorize song words. The old mother sat at the end of the table and waved to the sword.

"Jiaying, you also ate this bowl of sugar water poached eggs." She called out to me again.

"Okay." I put the fragrant, golden egg baked cake on the plate, sat down obediently, and picked up the spoon and plucked the floating white in the poached egg bowl.

My mother asked me worriedly:

"Ying'er, look at your sad face, is there anything wrong?" You don't hide from your mother, say it, there is a discussion. ”

"It's okay." I don't want my mom to worry. Although I have been locked in my room for the past few days, I have already thought about what to do in the future.

"Nothing? You were born to your mother, look at your face, all over your face is written with thoughts. My mother said to me disapprovingly, "They are all family, and you are the heart of your mother." There is something for your mother to help you think of a way, and it is better for two people to discuss than to carry it alone. As the saying goes, three stinky cobblers are worth one Zhuge Liang. Say, don't make your mother anxious. ”

"Mom, I want to leave the city." I whispered to her.

My mother listened to me and wanted to say something but didn't say it. She glanced at me sheepishly, sighed, reached over and took the empty bowl containing poached eggs and went out. He came in with another cup of hot milk, followed by a happy son.

"Ying'er, don't make a decision first, take more rest."

"Okay." I also want to be quiet for a day. Turn your head and tease your son:

"Jian Jian, I talked about a dream last night, did you dream of bullying the kindergarten children?"

"Well, I want to think about it." The son reached out and grabbed an egg baked cake, while posing as if he were deeply in thought.

Half-shaking, his mouth said vaguely:

"Mom, I can't remember."

Looking at his cheeks bulging, stuffing his mouth with egg cake and answering the question seriously, I couldn't help but laugh:

"I can't remember, so after eating the egg baking cake, you have to drink the milk." Milk is helpful for memory drops, and after drinking milk, the sword can remember everything. "My son has never liked to drink milk, and every morning he lets him drink milk, he always has to use his brain."

"Really? Can the sword remember the Song Words that my grandmother taught me? Grandma said that this Song Ci remembers that the sword will be very good in reading after the sword. The son blinked his big innocent eyes.

The old mother actually taught him Song Ci, and it was strange that the naughty son could remember it. Teaching him a short five-word poem may still be remembered, Song Ci is afraid that he will start dancing with a gun and getting a stick after remembering a little, and his heart is itching. I laughed at my mother's self-pity and said to my son honestly:

"Yes, drinking milk every day can remember the song word." If you can remember the Song Ci, Grandma will love to die and be obedient. ”

The son listened to the heart, holding the milk and grunting to the bottom of the cup. After drinking, he also muttered: "Why do you have to drink milk every day, oh, why does milk have so many benefits, and you don't want to drink it." "Flattened small mouth, Ichifu is very frustrated look.

I couldn't help laughing and coaxing him: "The sword is good, and now Grandma doesn't love his good grandchildren." ”

Whenever my heart is troubled, I want to stay with my son for a while, and his childish voice is like a panacea, always able to go to the fire to clear the heart, relieve worries and worries, and make me happy. It was as if he had become a carefree child. Unfortunately, this good day is coming to an end soon.

In the afternoon, the former mother-in-law personally came to pick up the sword, I was afraid of parting with my son, and I held back tears to let my mother send my crying son downstairs and handed it to Wang Xiaofeng's mother, my ex-mother-in-law.

The son pulled the door frame with his chubby little hand and cried, "I'm not going, I'm not going, I don't want Grandma, I want Mom!"

The old mother pulled the arm of the sword and could not bear to drag him hard.

My son cried and asked me, "Mom, don't you want a sword?" “

My chest was sore and sore, and like a big lump of cotton, I couldn't breathe. Tears fell like a river that broke its banks. My mother tied her hands and said to me with tears in her eyes: "Don't cry, Xiao Ying, or tell Grandma Jian Jian and let Jian Jian live for another day?" “

"Staying another day, the child is still reluctant to mother, Xiao Ying is still reluctant to sword, the same pain." Why bother, next weekend I'll pick up the sword and come back. The father saw that the situation was not good, walked to the door, picked up his son who was crying with all his might, and tengteng went downstairs and handed it to his ex-mother-in-law.

I couldn't stand the pain in my heart any longer, so I staggered back to my room with the back of my hand over my eyes. Closing the door and lying down on the bed, my tight heart ached like a mess, I bit the corner of the quilt and let the tears flow freely. The mouth could not whisper to his son: sword sword, flesh of my heart, sword sword. How can your mother not want you, your mother will definitely take you back to her side. Sword, you wait for Mom.