He was an introverted person and quickly hid his emotions. When he raised his head, he had a clean smile on his face and said, "It's okay. I won't blame my mother for this. I believe my mother will remember me one day."

He is one in a billion lucky that his mother can come back to him. He will cherish this hard-won maternal love and will not ask for more or complain about it. Can An Zimo learn from

An Xiang knew in his heart that she was not indifferent, which was enough for him.

His understanding made An Xiang's heart turn into soft spring water. She raised her hand to rub An Zimo's furry head, and opened her arms to wrap him in her arms, feeling that she could be closer to him.

An Zimo quietly leaned in her arms for a while and said, "Did dad tell you?"

"What?"

"Our school is organizing a camping trip in two days, and our whole family can go together."

An Xiang thought that he had been busy taking exams recently and had never heard Pei Yizhou mention it, so he shook his head honestly.

An Zimo's eyes flickered twice, "If you don't want to go..."

"I want to go!" An Xiang interrupted enthusiastically before he could finish his words, his twinkling eyes filled with impatience.

An Zimo pursed his lips to hold back a smile.

He knew that with An's temperament of wanting to try anything, he would definitely not give up this opportunity. Looking at An Xiang's face full of expectation, An Zimo couldn't help but yearn for this journey.

It was getting dark, and the hour hand had moved toward ten o'clock without realizing it.

An Xiang looked gently at the young and delicate eyebrows in front of her, and suggested: "Your father is working overtime tonight, do you want to sleep with your mother?"

When she said this, An Zimo couldn't help but want to make a move, but his reserve made him embarrassed to agree so quickly, and he hesitated for a long time without nodding.

His silence made An think he had another wrong meaning.

Mo Mo is not yet five years old this year. Although he is young, he is much smarter than his peers. It is really not good for him to sleep in the same coffin with his mother again. An Xiang sighed in her heart, she still wanted to get closer to her son...

An Zimo, who wanted to hesitate for a few more seconds, his face changed instantly when he heard these inner words, and he hurriedly agreed: "Okay."

An Xiang, who was thinking about how to step down, didn't expect Mo Mo to suddenly accept it. He couldn't help but be stunned, with surprise written on his brows.

Her gaze made An Zimo's face burn. He hurriedly looked away to prevent her from seeing the embarrassment in his expression. He pursed his lips and whispered softly: "I, I don't particularly want to sleep with you. The main reason is that you are scared to be alone."

." After that, he added, "I will leave when your husband comes back."

"puff."

An wanted to laugh out loud, but she couldn't control her itchy hands. She raised her hands and pinched her round cheeks with baby fat. She smiled and joked: "Thank you for taking care of me, little one."

knight."

An Zimo's ears turned redder. He stood up, took out a few books from the small coffin and held them in his arms. He raised his head and urged, "Let's go to bed."

An Xiang stared at the two thick books in his hands, followed him back to the bedroom without saying anything.

In addition to the coffin, the master bedroom also has a sofa. An Xiang usually takes a nap on the sofa. If Pei Yizhou comes back late, he will sleep there for fear of disturbing her. Neither An Zimo nor An Xiang has the habit of sleeping in a bed, so they wait for the children

After turning in, An Xiang lay down next to him.

There was no memory of taking care of the children to sleep in her mind, but judging from the TV, children need to be told stories to sleep, but... she has never told stories to anyone, and she has not stored any in her brain.

Fairy tale, thinking of this, An Xiang felt that her life was really pale.

An Zimo glanced at her lightly, then lay down in front of the pillow and opened the two books in front of him, "Which one do you want to listen to?"

"ah?"

An Zimo pointed with his little finger and said in a soft voice: "This is Grimm's Fairy Tales, this is Andersen, which one do you want to listen to?"

Both were original English books, with exquisite retro patterns painted on the thick books. An Xiang clicked on one of them based on his feeling, and said with a smile: "Momo, do you want to tell mom a bedtime story?"

Since losing her memory, An Xiang rarely calls herself "mom". Her smile is gentle and her eyes are loving. An Zimo returns to the past in a trance. At that time, An Xiang loved him deeply, no matter if he wanted to or not at night.

She would stubbornly find children's stories to read to him. She didn't have much education, and had trouble reading difficult words, and then she cast her eyes for help on him.

——She was obviously his mother, but she showed weakness to him without caring at all.

At that time, he was blinded by hatred, living in the past and unwilling to move forward even half a step. Thinking about it carefully, he had already been redeemed.

"Mo Mo?" An Xiang approached slightly, "What are you thinking about?"

An Zimo easily concealed the emotions in his eyes and opened a page of the book, "I'm thinking about how to treat you well."

An Xiang was startled, then pursed his lips and smiled softly.

"But let's tell the story now." An Zimo felt a little embarrassed when he accidentally said what he was thinking, and quietly changed the subject.

"Actually, Mo Mo has been very good to me." An Xiang never thought that one day she would get a complete family with a cute and smart child, especially this child who was so gentle and considerate. All this has already happened to her.

Good enough.

"Mo Mo wants to speak in Chinese. I can't understand English."

"I know." An Zimo was gentle and responsive, telling fairy tales in a cute and soft childish voice. He spoke at an unhurried and slow pace, and the night light next to him flickered suddenly, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

An Xiang yawned twice, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and she finally couldn't bear the sleepiness, closed her eyes and fell asleep. She walked into the fog in her dream, and at the end of the fog was a hazy phantom, and she saw the phantom gently caressing her

With a swollen belly, he lowered his head and said something from time to time.

An wanted to approach slowly and finally heard the voice——

"Momo, mother's baby..."

"You have to grow up well."

"I can't be with you now, but one day, we will be together."

She talked a lot, and the rest of her voice gradually became blurred and finally disappeared completely.

An tried her best to see more clearly, but accidentally fell from a high altitude. The feeling of falling made her heart beat faster, and she suddenly opened her eyes to face the familiar ceiling above her head.

——It’s a dream.

An Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, propped up his body and sat up.

Bright light penetrated through the gap between the curtains, and the seat next to her was empty. An Zimo didn't know when to get up and leave. She looked at the time again, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed that she had stayed in bed for so long.

An wanted to get up quickly and tidy up. When she got downstairs, she saw a happy scene.

Pei Yizhou had no work today, and was wearing casual clothes among the children. There were messy tools piled next to him. He himself was working on setting up a tent with Pei Chen, and the twins and An Zimo were sitting nearby and watching obediently.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you up?" Pei Yizhou took the time to look at her, and then continued busy, "We are going camping tomorrow. The school allows us to set up tents in the wild by ourselves. I will give it a try first."

"Oh, what's the result?"

Pei Yizhou was silent.

It turned out to be difficult because his hand speed couldn't keep up with his brain.

Pei Chen even ruffled his hair and couldn't help but ask An Zimo for help, "Does Mo Mo know how to do this?"

An Zimo rolled his eyes.

If he had known that these two people were working in vain, why was it that they had to rely on his help because they wasted so much time?

"Give me the drawings."

Pei Chen respectfully presented the drawings with both hands.

This time their whole family was going there, so they ordered two large tents, which needed people to support them on all sides. An Zimo briefly read the tutorial and directed their work in a formal manner. Finally, under his guidance,

It didn't take much effort to set up the tent.

The sky-blue tent stood abruptly in the center of the living room. Pei Nuo had never lived in a tent before, so he eagerly got in. Pei Yan soon followed, and the two children were making a fuss inside.

Pei Yizhou breathed a sigh of relief at this time and remained as calm as ever, "Well, it's pretty good."

An Zimo: "You haven't done anything at all, you're so good at it."

Pei Yizhou: "..."

**

The next day, a family of six got on the kindergarten bus heading to the camping site.

Among them, Pei Chen brought his younger brothers and sisters, while An Xiang and Pei Yizhou accompanied An Zimo. Their family was too dazzling and became the center of attention as soon as they got in the car. Many of them were mixed-blood families and had a natural fear of pure-bloods. They had just whispered

The discussing adults stopped talking the moment they appeared, and even the noisy children didn't say much. The atmosphere was extremely low for a while.

Pei Yizhou didn't care much. After the car started to drive slowly, he leaned into An Zimo's ear and whispered, "Didn't you say you were going to perform? Are you ready?"

An Zimo took out a small harmonica from his pocket: "I'll play this for my mother."

An Xiang became more energetic after hearing this: "Blow for me?"

"Well, mom, what do you want to hear?"

An wanted to think carefully for a long time, but to no avail, she shook her head and said, "I can't think of anything. I listen to whatever Mo Mo plays." There were many songs that she couldn't remember the names of, and An Zimo who could remember the names might not be able to, so it might as well be

He plays freely.

An Zimo stroked the brand new harmonica in his palm, already paying attention to it.

"Parents are welcome to take part in this event during your busy schedule. We will go to Yunlan Lake for a day and night of camping. The drive will take an hour and a half. Before that, we can play some small games or perform some small shows. So which child is willing?

Where is the beginning?"
To be continued...