Sweet Mommy, Go!

1When he was participating in the last match of Leeda, Muxiangwan didn't know what calmness would be after a passionate battle. As a result, he thought of the scene where his parents got along with each other, and designed a piece of work to commemorate his mother.     4

    

Luanchuying and the others praised the painting, so she liked it herself. It was just that her time was limited, and she did not have the time to change it carefully.    

    

Now that she asked for a leave of absence from home, she could just take out the painting and change it a bit.    

    

The sun was shining well today, and the afternoon light coming in through the windowsill felt warm.    

    

Muxiangwan liked to sit on the balcony and do things. She liked to place her work on the balcony and today was no exception. She found a comfortable position to sit down and took out the map that she had designed.    

    

She had been thinking about this all along, but she had been busy with other things. One thing after another happened at work and in her life, leaving her with no time to think about this design.    

    

Today, they were all taken away by Old Master Gu. Although Muxiangwan was worried, he could do nothing about it.    

    

The map that she had designed was already sealed up as a reference for the past years in Leeda. However, the Luanchuying and the others all had the interest to have the Muxiangwan modify this map to produce a finished product.    

    

That was why he had sent the picture to the Muxiangwan. Now, the Muxiangwan was looking at the picture seriously on his phone.    

    

She snuggled up to the sunlight like she was snuggling against the warm embrace of her mother. Unknowingly, she felt like she had returned to her childhood. She didn't hear the sound of footsteps coming from her side at all.    

    

When Guchenzhe walked in, he discovered that Muxiangwan was lost in thought while looking at his phone. He quietly walked over and discovered that the Muxiangwan was facing a rough map of the diamond rings.    

    

The Muxiangwan was dressed in a white dress and was enveloped by the sunlight. The warm sunlight covered her with a layer of golden light and made her seem elegant, not like a real human but more like an angel that was about to fly.    

    

Guchenzhe had a nagging feeling that if he didn't try to grab hold of Muxiangwan, he would fly back to heaven in the next moment.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Muxiangwan walked out from his thoughts, looked at the black screen of his phone, and then looked at the slanted sun outside.    

    

She slightly turned her stiff neck, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw a person.    

    

"You're back!" Muxiangwan saw that Guchenzhe was standing beside her, quietly looking at her.    

    

Seeing Muxiangwan smile at him, for the first time, Guchenzhe felt like his flowers had bloomed. He couldn't help but lower his body and kiss Muxiangwan's forehead.    

    

"There will be a while. Seeing that you are so engrossed in your thoughts, I didn't have the heart to disturb you." Guchenzhe's voice was so gentle that it could drip water.    

    

"What are you thinking about?"    

    

"I was thinking about my childhood." Muxiangwan also didn't want to hide the truth from Guchenzhe. She also had an idea that she wanted to pour out her heart to Guchenzhe.    

    

"Tell me about it!" The Guchenzhe seemed to be very interested as he sat down beside the wall.    

    

Just like this, on a sunny afternoon, Muxiangwan and Guchenzhe sat side by side on the balcony, bathing in the sunlight. Guchenzhe listened to the stories of her childhood.    

    

Muxiangwan only talked about it when she was very young, when her mother was still alive. The things that happened then were told in Muxiangwan's mouth, bringing about a deep sense of warmth, causing Guchenzhe's somewhat irritated mood to gradually calm down.    

    

It made him feel as if he was in the middle of the story the Muxiangwan was telling. He was quietly looking at the little Muxiangwan, as if he was quietly sitting in a movie theater and watching an literary and artistic movie.    

    

"And then?" Guchenzhe asked indifferently.    

    

"Later!" Muxiangwan's expression dimmed.    

    

"After that, my mother died in a car accident. I didn't even see her for the last time." Muxiangwan's voice became lower and lower, his tone turning from calm and peaceful to one of faint sorrow.    

    

"I'm sorry!" Guchenzhe didn't know what to say, so he could only say a word of apology before lightly hugging Muxiangwan to his chest.    

    

He was unable to understand the feeling of Muxiangwan losing his mother at such a young age. Although he did not see his mother very often, he could still contact them by phone and see them once a year.    

    

Muxiangwan is just a girl, yet she lost her mother at such a young age.    

    

When he thought of how the Muxiangwan was so sad and helpless at such a young age, the Guchenzhe's heart ached. He hated himself for not being able to get to know her earlier, and wanted her to be happy sooner.    

    

"It doesn't matter. I've long since stopped feeling sad. Now that I think about it, it's really a blissful time!" Muxiangwan felt safe in Guchenzhe's arms as he smiled and said.    

    

"And then your father married her again?" Guchenzhe asked.    

    

"En!" Muxiangwan nodded, "After another year, father brought back a woman and told me to call her mother." Muxiangwan continued to recall.    

    

"Did you?" Guchenzhe was thinking about what it felt like to call an unfamiliar woman 'mother'.    

    

"No!" Muxiangwan shook his head and said: "Woma has only been dead for a year, I cannot stop this strange woman from calling me mother."    

    

"To tell the truth, the fact that my father brought back another woman only a year after Woma passed away is something I cannot accept. To see her live in this space that was once my mother's, to see her do what was once my mother's. "    

    

"Watching her gradually replace the position of the Woma, I can't accept it no matter what."    

    

"But when I saw the smile on my father's face, I began to accept it, but I couldn't bring myself to call her Mama."    

    

"Another year later, she gave birth to a daughter for her father, my half-sister. Father named her Muxiangqing after me. "    

    

Guchenzhe could understand the feelings of the Muxiangwan. Forget about the young Muxiangwan, even at his age, he wouldn't be able to accept another woman replacing his mother's position in his father's heart.    

    

When he thought about everything that the tiny Muxiangwan might encounter in this house, his heart throbbed. It was rare for the Muxiangwan to develop such an optimistic and optimistic personality under such circumstances. It seemed like her stepmother and little sister treated her well.    

    

"And then? Do you have a good relationship with your stepmother and sister? " The Guchenzhe continued to ask.    

    

"I can't say it's good, but my stepmother was pretty good to me when she didn't have a sister. Since then, I've been lacking a lot." Muxiangwan thought back to the time and said some insignificant words, she was afraid that if she were to speak the truth, she would cause Guchenzhe trouble.