Chapter 9

Originally in looking out of the window of Chang in the heart, turned to look at Chang porridge, the face showed a particularly gentle smile, "my little porridge, good good."

"Mom." Chang Cong called softly.

"Mom, yesterday the headmaster told me that I did a good job in the kindergarten. If I keep it for half a month, I can become a full-time teacher ahead of time." Often porridge porridge gently told her mother about her.

She didn't know if her mother could understand it, but she would say, "as long as I became a regular, my monthly salary will just be able to pay for your treatment."

After all, it's a famous kindergarten, and the salary is different from that outside.

It's just hard to get in.

Chang Cong also suddenly received a call from her former school tutor, asking her to go for an interview.

At that time, Chang Cong was just holding the state of trying. Unexpectedly, he really passed.

"I'm doing a little bit of other work at the weekend, and then I can change you to a separate ward." Chang Cong said to his mother with a smile.

She had no family around her, only her mother, so she cherished it very much.

Chang in the heart also don't know to understand not to understand, just smile at Chang Cong, repeat what she once said countless times, "we Cong, good."

She also took her hand out of the palm of her hand and applauded it.

Often porridge with a smile often in the heart of the hand pulled down, let often in the heart against her shoulder.

After looking up and seeing the driver's strange eyes in front of him, Chang turned to look at the scenery outside the window as if he hadn't seen it-

After the car arrived at the apartment rented by Chang Cong and Chang Zaixin, Chang Cong helped Chang Zaixin out of the car and went back to his house.

The apartment is relatively simple, with one room, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The furniture inside is also left by the previous landlord. Although it is simple, it is complete.

After closing the door of the house, Chang Cong put Chang Zai's heart on the sofa, "Mom, you watch TV here for a while, and I'll cook for you."

As Chang Cong said, he wanted to turn on the TV with the remote control, but his wrist was caught by Chang in his heart.

Often porridge doubt, "what's the matter?"

Chang stood up in his heart and pushed his porridge onto the sofa. "Porridge is ready, mother cooks."

When she talks, she is habitually crooked, her eyes can't find a focal point.

"Mom, I..."

Often porridge to stand up to stop, but was often pressed back in the heart, she gently smile, touching the face of often porridge, "porridge good, mother to you to cook, otherwise you will be hungry, mother to you to cook your favorite food."

She spoke a little slowly, but the whole sentence was smooth and clear.

Often porridge is very unexpected, often in the heart, rarely can say so much at one go.

Over the years, her mood has been crazy, but also better, but never so quiet to finish a whole sentence.

When Chang Cong remembered to pick up Chang in his heart, the attending doctor Fang said: "your mother's recent recovery is very good. After taking her back, she expressed what she wanted to do. Not only don't stop her, but also encourage her and help her complete it."

Although doctor Fang said so, but cooking such a big project, and the kitchen is fire, knife such dangerous things, often porridge or not at ease.

She hesitated, then stood up, holding Chang in the heart, "Mom, porridge with you, OK?"

She often tilted her head in her heart, as if thinking about it. After a while, she nodded.