梓新皱皱眉心道不好连忙将话给翎拨了过去
“喂三儿不好了小義不见了？”
梓新有点怕死说了一句
“什么？怎么回事！”
果然对面来桌椅碰碰
梓新心肝一颤紧张要哭了“我也不知道怎么回事啊我们吃火锅他说肚疼结果半个小时了他还没回来我去卫生也没找到他人…生都说没见过他”
“位置”
对面人似乎冷静了来淡定问了两个字
“乾东路火锅城”
“我知道了你在那等着不要乱走”
说完话嘟嘟挂了
梓新闭了闭眼睛啊怎么办啊小義要是出事了不等翎弄死她她也不要活了
不过翎最后那一句语调怎么感觉挺放松？
義知道他这么做姑姑肯定会很伤心可是他真想看看自己妈妈不是别人口里形妈妈也不是照片妈妈而是活生生
義将自己前就准备好鸭舌帽带着头想了想又拿出口罩蒙在脸
跑了一会他就停了来
南家挺好找朱色大门门口还有守卫
義眼珠转了转抬眼朝看了看一块牌匾雕刻着两个打字南门香
看样还挺有历史
正门肯定进不去義在墙根等了一会并没有人进进出出这么等肯定见不到他妈妈没准一会就被翎拎回去了
Yi walked around the Nanjia wall for a while, but he couldn’t jump too high. Finally, he gritted his teeth and climbed in through the only loose brick hole. This small hole was probably caused by stray cats or stray dogs. When he climbed out, Yi’s head got stuck and scraped a piece of skin.
He stretched out his hand and touched the bleeding.
Fortunately, at this time, there is a lot of grass at the foot of the wall in late summer, otherwise he will be caught dawdling for so long.
Just sit in situ breath a sigh of relief somehow dare not continue to walk.
Everyone else is afraid of being near home, and he is afraid of being near his mother.
After sitting there thinking for a long time, I still dare not move.
His mother’s name is Royi. Does she know she’s here?
If you know what, don’t go to see him. If you don’t know, will you recognize him when you see him later?
Will she like him?
What’s her face when she sees him?
Will she be here?
Feeling a little cold in the face, I twisted my eyebrows and wiped my face. I resolutely got up and planned to find the past one by one.
Maybe he is lucky.
Or maybe God loves his mother’s heart, which can’t wait to see her.
After quietly passing through a tunnel, he quickly hid behind a column because there was a man sitting in front.
It was a bamboo hanging chair, and a very young woman was sitting in it. She was wearing a indigo floral dress and swinging around barefoot.
What goes on is that she looks good, her fingers and shoulders are inky and her lips are slightly sipped …
Just after seeing her face clearly, the whole portrait was stuck to the column. He opened his mouth and tears could not stop flowing in.
Salty and bitter
Mom …
His mother