I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

The afternoon sun was extremely hot, and the stench on the fingertips was difficult to wipe clean. He was the only one left in the surrounding area, An Zimo tightened his lips, put on the mask again, and walked home alone.

"Momo, why did you come back? I'm all going to go out..." An Xiang's voice stopped abruptly, and immediately noticed the extra wound under his son's eyelid.

She frowned and walked a few steps closer, apart from the wound, there was also a bit of rancid smell like rotten meat.

"Mo Mo, are you fighting with someone again?"

"No." An Zimo avoided his sight, "Fall."

Nonsense, the wound was beaten no matter how it looked, An thought did not tear it through, and approached two steps, "Remove the mask and let mom see it." He tore off the mask that was in the way, and now he could see the pair clearly. The whole picture of Tooth, her forehead jumped, and her brain was blank for a few seconds. After that, he immediately suspected that his son might have been bullied by his classmates because of his teeth.

"It's okay." An Xiang said with a sad face, "This is also very cute."

An Zimo's expression was low and unmoved, he bypassed her and went to the bathroom to wash his bloodstained hands over and over again.

His gloomy emotions showed on his face, not as if he was simply being bullied. Other things must have happened.

Ann wanted to walk over and asked cautiously, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you have a bad time in kindergarten?"

An Zimo is not very good at talking, if he would definitely go back to the house in the past, but facing An Xiang's caring eyes, he stopped for the first time and developed a desire to talk.

He doesn't know how to speak, and he has never shared his daily experience with others. His lips were closed for a long time, and he still didn't say a word. An Xiang was also very patient, quietly giving him time to prepare.

"When we came back, we ran into an injured sparrow. It was not working anymore. Pei Nuo asked me to save it."

An wanted to squat down slowly, staring at him: "And then."

"I strangled it to death because I thought it was the best help."

When he said this, An Zimo's eyes were only calm.

He never feels that he has done something wrong. Compared with the hypocritical goodwill of human beings, the act of freeing it is rougher, but it is the most useful. If the sparrow can talk, he will thank him instead of opening his mouth to let Pei. Nuo sent it to the hospital.

"Pei Nuo doesn't understand, hit me with a stone."

An Xiang took his son to sit on the sofa and found a medical cotton swab to carefully clean the scars on his son's face.

He was very good, motionless, staring quietly at An Xiang's face.

An Zimo originally thought that An wanted to get angry when he heard these words, or beat him like before. After all, according to their philosophy, his behavior today is a cruelty to small animals and must be severely educated by adults.

But Ann didn't think so.

She gently applied medicine to him all the way, her eyes seemed to have moonlight, and An Zimo couldn't help staring at those eyes.

"Are you going to be angry?" He couldn't help asking.

"Why are you angry?" An wanted to close her hand and looked back.

"I killed a sparrow."

"Mo Mo feels that he did something wrong, but he did it right." An wanted to stroke the soft hair in front of her, her voice softly.

"I am right."

Three words reveal the stubbornness of the answerer.

Ann Xiang smiled and said, "Nanono feels that he is right. You make your own choices separately."

He frowned, still unable to agree.

An Zimo felt that such a small kindness was not good, and it was even a kind of harm to that life. It's the same when changing to an adult. In his previous life, he felt that he was dying and there was no cure for him. All the comfort and help from outsiders was just worsening pain for him.

So he understood himself and chose to save himself.

"I have confirmed that the sparrow's internal organs are broken, and even if I don't do it, it can only live for ten minutes, and if it is cruel, it may be eaten by cats and dogs. Instead of letting them struggle for ten minutes, it is better to get rid of it in advance. Pei Nuo can't understand, because she is too young, so I won't blame her."

Children of this age always follow kindness blindly, which is ridiculous.

An Zimo stroked the stone-scratched wound on his face, even if he didn't feel the pain, he would still feel uncomfortable.

"Then do you know what Pei Nuo is thinking?"

"I have no idea."

Ann wanted to say: "She thinks, as long as you save it; then it must live."

"Impossible. There is a lack of professional ornithologists in China. Even if they are found, they will not be saved."

He always analyzes the right and wrong of the event from a very rational perspective, and then gives the result of the event. Maybe this is the difference between An Zimo and other children.

This is not a bad thing, but it is not a good thing either.

An Xiang pursed her lips, her voice is light and slow, "Zimo, people always believe in miracles habitually."

"It was a sparrow that you pinched to death, and it was also the hope that she thought might exist. That's why she was angry because you cut off her hope." As he said, An Xiang touched his hair again, "but she beat You are really wrong."

An Zimo did not speak with his small brow between his brows. In the fourteen years of his existence, no one had ever told him any miracles or hopes. Such words were too dreamy and too unreasonable. However, these words did indeed affect his outlook on life for many years.

An Zimo's eyelashes trembled, and he carefully glanced at An Xiang's face.

She didn't blame him, nor would she be educated like the original mother. She was indeed listening to his thoughts and feeling his mood.

It’s a strange feeling that makes people feel uncomfortable.

An Zimo twisted his neck uncomfortably. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a sweet **** breath, which instantly attracted An Zimo to look up.

I saw Ann wanted to puncture her finger with a needle, squeeze out two drops of blood, "Here."

An Zimo's whole body was tense, as if he was facing an enemy: "Don't."

"New teeth will retract automatically after tasting the blood, and human blood will automatically heal the damaged teeth. Wait, wait and see before they grow out. If this is the case, we will go to the teeth. Now that the technology is so advanced, your teeth must be no problem."

This kind of thing is too rare.

An Xiang has never seen a vampire whose teeth are as flat as if they have been polished by a scorpion! Putting it right in the race and being laughed at by ghosts, not sharp teeth is like a man's impotence/dysfunction. The son can be said to be a boy, and how handsome he is, he must find a way to repair this shortcoming perfectly.

Generally speaking, cub vampires only need to replenish more blood, as long as the nutrition is sufficient, the teeth will naturally recover, but the son is not an ordinary person...

Of course, she didn't dislike her son, she was just worried that he could not find a wife when he grew up. If he could not find a wife, she might have to be someone else!

An Xiang's inner thoughts were extremely happy, An Zimo's face changed again and again. Finally, he looked down, repelling and curiously looking at the two drops of blood.

"It's okay, drink it, your Uncle Pei also drank it."

Not to mention it's okay, but An Zimo gets even more angry.

"Don't drink, disgusting." An Zimo jumped off the sofa and was about to walk into the room.

"It's not disgusting, mom washed it! It's sweet!" An Xiang forcibly grabbed his son's back collar, and couldn't help but put his finger in his mouth.

An Zimo made a whimper in his throat, and his body wanted to resist. However, the brain first gave instructions. The flat teeth bite the fingers directly, a few drops of blood pressed against the tips of the teeth, and the fangs that had tasted human blood slowly retracted. Restore as usual.

His pupils tightened suddenly, and he touched them in disbelief.

—Retracted.

—How come this tooth stretches automatically!

An Zimo's worldview was once again severely impacted.

The reaction on his son's face is really funny. An Xiang suddenly wants to use his son as the protagonist to draw a story about the daily life of a little vampire. Speaking of this, she only remembered that since taking her son back to her, she hadn't logged in to the personal account of Eman for a long time. Apart from drawing some simple strokes in the store, she had never touched a pen again.

She used to earn a small amount of money to support herself by collecting rent and drawing a picture. Now that she has enough money and a small shop, she naturally doesn't have to rush like before.

Ann wanted to think carefully about it for a while. The milk tea shop was not very busy, and his son went to kindergarten again. He could just continue to draw comics in his free time. Even if he didn't make a lot of money, it was a very happy thing.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt feasible, and hurried back to the room to take out the neglected tablet, turned on the computer and began to design the initial image of her son.

In fact, she drew a lot of animal-like sons on the business cards of the milk tea shop, but they were all too scribbled. Since we are going to make comics, she naturally has to be more serious.

"What are you doing?" An Zimo followed.

Ann said without looking up, "I want to paint my son."

"…what?"

An Xiang looked at him brightly with his pen in his head: "I'm thinking about the name, "Mother Cat's Tiger Son"."

"...?"

What the hell.

An Zimo glanced at the tablet and sneered contemptuously at the casual line: "You just draw a business card. How can anyone like something like this kind of kindergarten line."

An Xiang, who has been hit from childhood to adulthood, certainly didn't care, waved his hand to drive his son out of the study, and focused on setting the character image.

She has already figured out the plot of the story. Mother Cat brought back a ferocious little tiger. The story revolved around the daily life of the mother cat and the little tiger. Naturally, it was also the daily life of her and An Zimo, so that she would return to the original after she died. The body can be recognized with his son through comics, which is a proof.

and.

An Xiang really wants to rely on his few talents to record his son's growth.

The character image was quickly determined, and then she drew another picture, a big tiger holding a mother cat under a tree. After coloring, An wanted to send this picture to the eman website and personal Weibo.

Her fans are only 20,000 to 30,000, which is not too much. Because she hasn't received the manuscript for many months, she is closed, and most of the fans ran away.

The new comic didn't cause much splash, and An wanted to not catch the data. After putting it on, she threw her aching wrist off the computer, got up and walked out of the study.

"Tsk, I said no one was watching."

An Zimo sits on the sofa holding the tablet nest, and the content displayed on the screen is her personal homepage.

[Think about Catfish: QWQ hasn't seen you for a long time, there is a new work for Catfish, I hope you can support it, tweeted. ]

An Xiang stiffened in place for an instant, and a gust of heat rushed towards the sky.

"What does QWQ mean?" An Zimo looked at her blankly and said the kaomoji in English.

An Xiang blushed with a thick neck, flew over to grab the tablet into his arms, guarded it firmly, and flushed anxiously: "What are you doing!"

An Zimo calmly replied, "Check Weibo."

"What Weibo do you kid do! How do you know my account!"

An Zimo: "The small program on the sidebar of the 360 ​​webpage is linked to your Weibo account, and you can see it by clicking on it."

Her face was pale and her lips trembled: "You, do you still know my password?"

An Zimo sneered disdainfully: "If you think that the number 666888 is a password."

"..."

He then asked: "So what does QWQ mean?"

"..."