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Song Yu glanced sideways, glanced at his precious son sitting next to him, and sighed deeply.

She didn't have any affection for her son's biological parents.

A scum.

The other one, although it is said that a poor person must have something to hate, Zebao's burns and the pain he suffered were also thanks to her.

But last night before bed.

Fu Hanyu gave her the latest information, which was different from what he found before.

Over there, I found two survivors who had worked in the clubhouse with Zebao's biological mother.

They said that the fire was not set by Zebao's biological mother, but a natural gas explosion occurred in the utility room next to her, next to the kitchen.

In order to escape responsibility, the chef put the blame on her.

They said that at that time, although she was already insane and crazy, as a mother, her natural motherhood made her try her best to support her children.

After she gave birth to Zebao, she would help them with work.

She would hide whatever they gave her, good things.

One of the women said that once the child kept crying and her guest got angry, she went to the next door to trouble her and smelled a rotten smell in her room, thinking she had murdered and hid the corpse.

Later, I saw that under her bed were all the food they gave her to see her pity on weekdays.

She ate only a small portion herself and hid most of it.

She smirked at her, saying that she wanted to leave it for the child to eat when the child grew up.

later.

When the clubhouse is on fire.

They saw her, who was covered in blood and flesh, rushed out of the flames with her children.

At that time, it was too chaotic, and everyone only cared about running for their lives.

Afterwards, they also took advantage of the chaos and ran away, hiding their names and starting a new life, and they never knew about her and her child again.

But they said with certainty that if the child was still alive, she must have protected him with her life.

When they saw her rushing out, the child was wrapped in a wet quilt.

"Mommy."

Song Yu was interrupted by Song Ze, and turned his head to smile at him: "What happened to my Zebao?"

"Mommy I love you."

Song Ze said.

"Mummy loves you too." If Song Yu was not still driving, he would definitely hug him and kiss him deeply.

"Mommy, I will always love you forever."

Song Ze drew a big heart with his hands.

Regardless of whether his operation was successful or not, whether he lived or died, he would always love her.

"Mummy loves you forever and ever." Song Yu had one more forever than him.

Song Ze laughed even happier, giggled, and said, "Mommy, after my surgery, when my body recovers, let's travel to the polar regions with my godmother, to see icebergs, auroras, and polar bears." .”

Song Yu nodded: "Okay."

"Mommy, Fu Xun also wants to go, can we take him with us?" Song Ze thought for a moment, then seriously said: "No third uncle."

Song Yu smiled: "Why don't you bring your third uncle?"

Did Fu Hanyu offend her baby?

"It's inconvenient for a godmother to bring third uncle along." Song Ze said seriously.

He had already asked his godmother if he could bring Fu Xun with him.

The godmother said very seriously, you can take Fu Xun, but you can't take the third uncle. Their milky children's paper and cute girl's paper travel together, and don't have stinky men to follow, otherwise, it will be inconvenient.

"Your godmother treats guests, she has the final say." Song Yu laughed out loud.

It's a bit inappropriate for a girl to play with a child, and Fu Hanyu follows.

Besides, whoever pays to listen to whom is the boss!

"Yeah." Song Ze nodded happily, and began to tell her where to play and what to play after recovering from illness.

He was very excited, but occasionally he lowered his head and glanced at the white chrysanthemum on his chest, and sadness would flash in his eyes.

Recently.

He was always restless and had nightmares, as if something bad was about to happen.

The bad thing can only be his surgery.

he was thinking.

Are you going to have surgery?

If there is no operation, with Mommy's medical skills, he will definitely live another year or so.

But after the operation, in case of an accident, there are only a few days left to spend with Mommy.

car.

In the travel imagination of mother and son.

Entered the cemetery.

This is a cemetery donated by philanthropists, dedicated to burying homeless people, dead babies and some unclaimed and nameless corpses.

The tombstones are densely packed, but they look very clean and tidy, and are cleaned regularly by gravekeepers.

The cemetery of Song Zesheng's mother has been renovated, the tombstone is very new, her name is engraved, her photo is pasted, and a few bouquets of flowers are also placed.

These were all done by Fu Hanyu in advance.

He got the news and found out the cemetery of Zebao's biological mother. When the tomb was being repaired, he asked someone to take the DNA of the bones, and did a paternity test with Zebao again.

As a result of the identification, it was determined that it was the mother and the child.

Song Yu put a bouquet of flowers in his hand in front of her tombstone, and looked at the girl in the photo.

She is only seventeen or eighteen years old, youthful and beautiful, with a bright smile like a flower, as if she is pretending to be the purest happiness in the world.

Song Yu looked at her smile, thinking of her experience, his heart felt sore, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said to her: "Xia, hello, it's our first time meeting, I'm Song Bao, Zebao's mother. Remain."

The truth is restored bit by bit.

She knew that she was a good mother who had made a lot of efforts for her children, and finally risked her life to save her children.

She deserves everyone's respect.

After Song Ze put down the flowers, he stood aside and looked at the tombstone quietly. The strange woman didn't feel any ripples in his heart.

"Zebao." Song Yu called him: "Kowtow to your mother, thank her for her kindness in giving birth, and thank her for saving you from the flames."

It's a matter of fact.

These are what Zebao should do.

Song Ze knelt down obediently, and respectfully kowtowed three times. Looking at the person in the photo, his heart was still calm, neither sad nor sad.

just like.

She was just a stranger, a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

He was thinking, is this person in front of him really his biological mother?

Others say that there is some kind of connection between the child and the mother in the dark?

Why, seeing her picture and seeing her lying under the cold tombstone, why can't he feel her at all?

a drop of water.

fell on his face.

He looked up at the sky.

I don't know when the sky darkened.

It's raining.

This rain came in a hurry, but also a little heavy.

Song Yu took Song Ze back to the car.

She opened the car window, took a last look at the tombstone, and said, "Zebao, let's visit her more in the future."

She is also a poor person.

Song Ze nodded, but didn't speak. A look of obvious confusion flashed through his slightly closed eyes, and he touched his heart with his small hand.

is dancing.

But when facing his biological mother, it was still beating in the same rhythm as before, neither fast nor slow, calm and steady.

The next few days, until before surgery.

Song Ze didn't even go to the kindergarten anymore, and pestered Song Yu to ask him for leave.

Afterwards, he stuck to Song Yu 24 hours a day, like a little tail, wherever he went, and he had to sleep together at night, only by holding her could he sleep soundly.

Song Yu only felt that his son was nervous before the operation, and everything followed him, indulged him, and stayed with him.

October 31st.

day of surgery.

It arrived in a blink of an eye.