Chapter 205

She sighed in her heart, maybe Lu Shumu is too mature, and the psychological age of these children is too different from him.

The simile asked, "is your school closed? And I won't let you go home at noon? "

"I don't want to go home."

"Oh." Yan Yu pursed his lips. "Does your father agree that you won't go back at noon? Your friends are not going back? "

"Well, my father doesn't care about me."

Yuyu's eyes moved. Her first reaction was that after three years, Lu Yan was still Lu Yan. Maybe men treat their children like this, and they don't care much.

Lu Shumu said, "don't you think I'm pathetic?"

Yu twisted her brow, and her heart moved. She laughed. She was not good at evaluating other people's families. She just said, "I'm more pitiful than you."

"I know." Lu Shumu's voice is calm, "I saw your information in my father's study. You are an orphan. You grew up in an orphanage."

The chest of the speech suddenly jumps fast two instants.

She pursed her lips and said, "your father is investigating me?"

"Yes." Lu Shumu stopped and said, "but my father only investigates people he is interested in."

The metaphor is funny: "do you know what you are interested in when you are young?"

"Yes, I'm interested in you, too." Lu Shumu is not as cool as a child. He has a flat tone. "You are my father's ex-wife."

The amber pupil of the metaphor shrinks heavily, her fingertips are tight, her voice is suddenly a little obscure, and she can't say anything.

She pursed her lips, forced herself to pull out a smile, calmly said: "yes, ex-wife." After saying the last two words, she felt that she was indifferent and nothing was unacceptable.

Lu Shumu was also silent. After a while, he asked, "will you marry someone else? Marry with a little star? "

When she was stunned, her head was empty and a little stunned. She calmed down and said seriously, "yes, I will, but I don't know when. When I meet true love and happiness again, I will get married."

Lu Shumu nodded obediently. Lu Shumu's classmates saw Lu Shumu talking to a strange woman. The children were all curious. They all gathered around, holding the railing in their little hands and blinking big eyes like stars. Most of the children were British and looked at Yu Yu curiously

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There is a little girl who just played with sand in her hands. She wants to pull Lu Shumu's clothes.

Lu Shumu immediately dodged.

The little girl didn't care. She had a bright smile and said enthusiastically, "Shumu, is this your mother? She has black hair, just like you

Hearing the words, subconsciously, the eyelids beat heavily, the heart didn't know why, and it seemed to be infected with some emotion, so it became tense.

The little girl didn't get an answer from Lu Shumu. She directly pulled the railing and opened her beautiful blue eyes: "are you Shumu's mother? You came to see him, did you do well in school, right? He did a good job. Oh, great! My mother would come to see me like this. "

She wanted to retort, but when she said it, it was like something stuck in her throat. She couldn't say anything to retort.

The nerves in her mind were so tangled that she could hardly think.

Thoughts are buried in the earth.

One layer after another, heavy, indistinct things, to break out of the ground, that moment of thought so fast that she can not grasp.

The little girl said a lot: "I'm a good friend of Shumu."

Lu Shumu's expression is full of indifference. She doesn't regard her as a good friend at first sight. The little girl doesn't care at all and laughs happily: "I will protect Shumu well, because my mother says that we should protect the weak."

Lu Shumu heard the words "weak and small..." Two words, eyebrows tightly tightened, lips pursed a little harder, seems not very happy.

The little girl said, "I'm four weeks old, but Shumu is just about three years old."

"Three..." This word, the heart heavily contracted, Lu Shumu is only three years old, such as a flat thunder, roaring in her mind.

Her heart was almost out of her throat and her whole body was in a cold sweat.

She was stunned. It seemed that the blood supply was insufficient in her mind. All the organs stopped working.

Her palms are wet.

She forced herself to calm down, her chest undulating, red lips pulled out of the arc, smile at the little girl: "is it? You're great, good girl

The little girl laughed shyly: "I will do better in the future, auntie."

The school suddenly rang the bell, the little girl "ah..." After a sound, she went to pull Lu Shumu. This time, Lu Shumu didn't have time to escape and was pulled by her. She said, "I'm going to take a nap. The teacher is coming to us, Shumu."Lu Shumu quietly looked at Yu.

Yanyu said: "you go to have a rest. I'm going to work. I'll talk next time. Shumu."

She reached into the railing and touched Lu Shumu's hair habitually.

Lu Shumu obediently let her touch, did not say goodbye to her, stood in place, watching her leave.

The spirit of words is a little trance, and her thoughts are a little far away. Three years ago, things came to her mind little by little, and her heart aches. She needs to calm down and find a place to think about it.

Her high-heeled shoes stepped on the stone and glanced at the traffic light. It was green.

But she didn't notice that the green light had already turned into a red light. Not far away, the tram was coming towards her, but she didn't feel it.

The bugle of the tram was blared to the sky.

The metaphor subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice, and his eyes shrank. Behind him was Lu Shumu's voice that almost broke his throat: "no, mom! The tram

The tram has been decelerating, but because of the sudden burst of words, even if it decelerates, it will be carried by inertia and hit her straight.

The whole body of speech is stiff. The brain wants to take a step back, but the body can't move.

I don't know who it is. I pulled her hard behind her.

Her high-heeled shoes twisted and her ankles creaked. She was so hurt that she couldn't stand still. She fell straight behind her and couldn't control it.

"Bang..." Let's hear it. The metaphor falls down. One of her high-heeled shoes falls on the tram track. The next second, the tram is whistling and rolling high-heeled shoes. The past, the tram is whistling and passing, and the wind will blow up and down the metaphor's hair. The metaphor almost looks at the tram across a few centimeters, wiping her body.