She's been at his house for two days and he's gone crazy.
He had to take her with him to find a partner, and he only played for a while, and she was about to shout to go home, ignoring her, she started crying, he realized at that time, fortunately he didn't have a sister, otherwise he would not have been able to stand it. One day following his ass "Brother, wait for me, brother..."
As a result, he fell to the ground all of a sudden, startled him, he immediately turned back and picked her up. This time, he really cried, and the tears fell big and big, as if he didn't want money.
He was so frightened that he hugged her head and pressed her in his arms, don't cry, wait for my mother to think that I bullied you again!
"Woohoo, brother hurts so much!" The crying was so heartbreaking.
I don't feel any pain.
"Don't cry, don't cry, it won't hurt if you huhu."
Where did it fall?
She pointed for a long time, but she didn't know where the pain was, anyway, it hurt everywhere.
Tears just keep flowing.
"Can you stop crying?"
He was about to cry.
He could only carry her back, well, he was scolded again.
His mother coaxed her all kinds of things, and when she cried enough, she fell asleep, and then calmed down.
He said, "Mom, when is she going back? I don't want to play with her! I'm sick of it."
His mother's face sank, with sadness, she pulled him to the side and sat down, touching his head lovingly, "Xiaobai, Xiaoli's mother is gone, that is, your Aunt Xiao, do you remember? She still hugged you before, she is gone, Xiaoli now lives with her grandfather, and his grandfather is afraid that she will know, so he brought her to our house, she doesn't know yet, she just thought that her mother was sick and didn't have time to take care of her in the hospital."
He fell silent, so it was like this. He took his mother's hand, "Mom, I will take care of her, and I will definitely not make her cry."
Mom stroked his head. "Xiaobai is really sensible."
From that day on, he let her do everything. When she was naughty, he was about to die of anger, but when she had had enough trouble, she would sit by the side obediently, not talking, and playing with herself.
She also likes to draw, and it's super ugly and messy, but she's still young and understandable.
That day, she drew by herself for a long time, but she didn't let him see it. When she finished drawing, she happily showed it to him. He couldn't understand anything. She asked, "Brother, do I draw well?" She looked forward to it, and he could only nod, "It looks good."
She put the painting on the sofa. She was also about to climb onto the sofa. She had short legs and short arms, and she couldn't climb up after climbing for a long time. He gently picked her up, she lay on the sofa and pointed at the painting to introduce him, "This is Dad, this is Mom, this is Grandpa, this is brother, and this is aunt."
The corners of his lips twitched, where did she see it from? Only she could recognize it. She didn't even draw her head, so she used a watercolor pen to paint some colors, but if the color was correct, it turned out that any color represented who it was.
He suddenly felt a little pitiful, she didn't know her mother was gone. Mom told him, don't tell her.
The child has a bad memory, saying that after a long time, she will forget.
Can you really forget? That's her mother.
She got up, burst into tears, and sniffed.
He didn't provoke her this time, did he? Why are you crying again?
But this time, he was not impatient, and carefully wiped her tears, "Why are you crying? Where is the discomfort?"
She didn't cry, she whined.
She said, "I want to go home. I miss Mom. Does Mom not want me anymore? She doesn't even come to see me."
Only then did he know what sadness was.
He coaxed her patiently, hugged her, and let her sit on his lap.
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