Little Fiction ｜ Wu Changhai: Mother's nursery rhymes

Text/Wu Changhai

Less than three months after Xiaoying gave birth to a child, he went out to work with Lin Shan.

Looking at the son who was still laughing, Xiaoying was not a taste in his heart. When he was farewell, he kissed and kissed his son's little face, and then he burst into tears.

"Mom, the baby will give it to you. I am gone ..." Xiaoying said to her mother -in -law Avon. "Don't worry, I will raise your baby well."

After Lin Shan and Xiaoying left, Avon sang the baby in the cradle, sang gently: "Shake and shake, shake to the grandmother bridge, grandma watching there, the baby laughed here ..." After a while, The baby fell asleep.

On this day, Avon was doing dinner. Lin Shan called: "Mom, baby looks good?" He can speak and run around. Don't worry! "Avon said.

In this future, Lin Shan often called back and asked the baby, and sometimes Avon took the phone to the baby. The baby answered the phone, and "ah ah" screamed. Lin Shan listened and yelled at the side of the phone.

Looking at the joy of both ends of the phone, the more Avon thought, the more it felt like it was. Every time she answered the phone, she never heard Lin Shan ask if she was good, but only asked the baby what was like a redundant person. Not long ago, after more than ten days of illness, my wife also told Lin Shan when I answered the phone. However, Lin Shan only "oh", and did not ask a condition.

On this day, Avon gave the baby milk. Somehow, the baby didn't eat and couldn't help crying. Avon touched the baby's head and felt hot, so he immediately sent the baby to the county hospital with his wife.

The baby has been shot for six days in a row, and the cold is almost good. Avon called Lin Shan and said, "The baby has caught a cold, I lived for a few days ..."

"Mom, how did you do it?" Before Avon finished speaking, Lin Shan complained, "How do you let your baby catch a cold? What are you doing! How did he be now?"

"It's okay now," Avon said, "Fortunately, the treatment is timely. If it is late, the baby may be burning into disability!"

"Ah?" Lin Shan was surprised, "Be careful in the future!"

"Mom knows." Avon held the microphone and didn't know what to say for a while.

On the sycamore tree outside the window, a flower magpie kept calling. As the saying goes: "The magpie is called, good things are." Ke Yaron's mood was not happy at all.

At this time, the sleeping baby woke up suddenly and cried loudly. Avon quickly ran over, holding the cradle slowly, looking at the window that was still crying outside the window. Be happy, married his daughter -in -law forgot ... "Avon sang very slowly, sang, and sang, tears flowed unconsciously.

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