Sangua lowered his head and took a bite of the sweet roasted sweet potato. His heart was filled with warmth, and his eyes were filled with tears.

I thought to myself, if this is a dream, please let him never wake up for the rest of his life.

As if thinking of something, Sangua shyly looked up at the fragrant cloves he was eating: "Mom, thank you, these sweet potatoes are delicious."

"If it's delicious, just eat more. There's still some in the stove." Ding Xiang smiled and said casually.

Unexpectedly, her casual words made the boy in front of him so moved that he burst into tears.

Ding Xiang had never gotten along with a child and didn't understand him at all. When she saw him crying, she immediately panicked.

"What's wrong with you? Don't cry. Did your mother say something wrong?"

Sangua cried and shook his head.

Today's mother is the mother of his dreams, and it makes him feel what maternal love is for the first time.

Ding Xiang tried it out and held the crying boy in her arms, patting his back and whispering comfort.

After Sangua stopped crying, he looked deeply at Ding Xiang, admiration slowly filling his eyes.

At this moment, Ding Xiang suddenly had a very subtle feeling in her heart. She seemed to know what it means to be blood thicker than water and to be close relatives of flesh and blood.

"Son, my mother woke up this time and found that she couldn't remember many things. Can you tell her what happened in the past?"

Ding Xiang deliberately slowed down her voice and said softly.

When Sangua heard this, he was stunned and raised his head to look at her.

It turns out that my mother became so gentle because she forgot about the past.

I was thinking in my little heart, if my mother can't remember the past for the rest of my life, does that mean that my mother will be so gentle and gentle in the future?

"You brat, what are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in your thoughts that you don't even pay attention to your mother's questions?" Ding Xiang gently patted Sangua's face and said with a smile.

"Mom, isn't it great now? How about we not think about the past?"

Sangua looked at Dingxiang with a pleading face, full of expectation and nervousness.

Ding Xiang was stunned, and quickly realized what the child was thinking, and couldn't help but feel sad.

It is said that children from poor families become masters early, but I didn't expect that this child who had suffered a lot would have such a mature mind.

Actually, he started to play tricks with her!

"Mom, that's not what I meant. Don't be angry."

Before Dingxiang could say anything, Sangua spoke anxiously.

It turns out that this kid has been watching people's behavior all the time, and will immediately give in at the first sign of trouble.

Looking at such a boy, Ding Xiang felt a little uncomfortable.

He hugged Sangua and said, "Sangua, mother is not angry."

"It's just that for a person, forgetting the past can make people feel uneasy."

"Sangua, you are my mother's good boy. Do you want your mother to live in uneasiness every day?"

So, ginger is still spicier when old.

Even though Sangua is a child from a poor family who has long been the head of the family, compared with the strong women who came from the 21st century, she is simply not good enough.

When she said these words, Ding Xiang silently despised herself for a while, and then looked at her precious son without any burden.

After the little man heard this, he didn't struggle at all and shook his head in panic.

To show his sincerity, Ding Xiang didn't even need to ask any questions, she just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and told him everything she knew.

What surprised Ding Xiang was that the original owner's name was the same as hers, also called Ding Xiang.

When she was fifteen years old, she married into the Lin family and gave birth to three sons and two daughters to Lin Laoer.

The eldest son is called Lin Dagua and he is sixteen years old.

The second son, Lin Ergua, is fourteen years old.

The third child is a girl named Lin Huajiao, twelve years old.

The fourth child is also a girl, Lin Zhenzhu is ten years old.

The youngest is Sangua in front of me, only eight years old.

This naming is really not an ordinary casual one.

Originally, the family lived with the Lin family's grandparents, but now they have separated and they live alone.

When asked about Lin Lao Er, Ding Xiang learned from San Gua that Lin Lao Er fell seriously ill and passed away nine years ago, while San Gua was still in her belly.

Ding Xiang is quite satisfied with this, so she is even more willing to be a mother to these children.

Otherwise, she really doesn't know if she can accept the presence of such a man with whom she has such a close relationship.

The little man briefly talked about his family situation, and Ding Xiang gradually understood.

However, Ding Xiang discovered that the younger son had been talking for a long time, but he did not say what kind of person the original owner was?

"Sangua, you haven't told Mom yet, what kind of person Mom was before?" This is the most important thing.

For Lilac, who had just arrived and her eyes were dark, she really wanted to know what kind of person the original owner was.

In this way, she will be able to make good excuses when she encounters people who notice her drastic change in temperament in the future.

Speaking of this, the originally eloquent Sangua suddenly started to falter. He raised his head and glanced at Lilac cautiously.

"Mother..." The ending sound was a bit long, and the voice slowly became softer.
Chapter completed!