Goddess of Art Transformation Project

Chapter 379 A Bowl of Sweet Soup

Kong Changlin suddenly saw the door opened, and his daughter standing at the door seemed a little unreal, as if he had never experienced these two months, and these two months were not a good experience for Kong Changlin Well, simply pretend that he never existed during the past two months, since there is nothing to remember anyway.

Chu Ci looked at his father standing at the door, and saw that Kong Changlin was still holding a small white porcelain bowl in his hand, which was still steaming faintly, and a small porcelain spoon was placed on top of the porcelain bowl. Although the combination of this small porcelain spoon and porcelain bowl is ordinary, it has a kind of homely fireworks.

"Yanyan, your mother's sweet soup with lotus root powder has just been made. I think it's pretty good. You don't eat much at night. I just want to see if you sleep. If you don't sleep, eat a little before going to sleep. Your mother added If you eat a little lily, you can calm your nerves."

As Kong Changlin said, he put the small white porcelain bowl next to the porcelain table where Chu Ci sat before. The small white porcelain bowl pressed against the clear and shallow lines on the porcelain table, and the curling steam blurred the clear and shallow lines. It seemed real, but the aroma of the lotus root powder aroused Chu Ci's appetite.

Chu Ci sat at the table, sitting face to face with Kong Changlin. Chu Ci found that his father's sideburns had turned slightly white at some point. Obviously, but these dozens of gray hairs are not in the memory of the previous 18 years. It can be seen how tormented Kong Changlin has been in the past two months.

"Father, would you like to eat some of this lotus root powder sweet soup?"

Hearing what Chu Ci said, Kong Changlin just looked at Chu Ci firmly, his eyes filled with deep love.

"You drink it. I'll take it out after you drink it. You have a good sleep. You've been lethargic for the past few days and haven't eaten anything. You just woke up. You can only eat porridge and side dishes, but it's okay to drink more sweet soup now." it's nothing."

Kong Changlin is not a talkative person. On the contrary, Kong Changlin is quite serious. The superiors on the commanding side have already developed the habit of being serious. He is also just a son, a father, and a husband.

Chu Ci drank this sweet soup of white lotus root powder spoonful by spoonful. Every spoonful was filled with the familiar taste of his mother. Occasionally a spoonful of white lotus root powder was mixed with a piece of lily. The taste of lily is light and bitter, but in this sweet lotus root powder, there is a taste of joy amidst bitterness. This light bitterness is mixed with rich sweetness, and the lingering bitterness is more like the taste of life.

Bitterness and joy, sweetness concealing bitterness, this is actually happiness in the world, and this happiness in the world is something that Chu Ci has never felt in his previous life and has been pursuing.

There was nothing too superfluous, after Chu Ci finished eating the small bowl of sweet lotus root powder soup, Kong Changlin reached out and touched the top of Chu Ci's head, picked up the porcelain bowl on the table and said.

"Go to bed early, and have a good talk with grandpa and mother tomorrow."

After Kong Changlin finished speaking, he left Chu Ci's room, closed the door gently, and his movements were very gentle. Every movement came from instinct, and it was different from caring.

After drinking this lotus root powder sweet soup, Chu Ci only felt warm and comfortable on his body, and at this moment, he felt a bit of drowsiness that he didn't have before, but he turned off the light when Chu Ci was just lying on the bed, and there was a slight rustle at the door. sound.

Before Chu Ci could see who was coming, he just felt that the side of his bed sank, and someone was sitting beside his bed.

It was only after turning off the light that Chu Ci's eyes turned from the extremely bright room to the darkness. Naturally, he couldn't see who the visitor was, but the familiar aura of the visitor warmed Chu Ci's heart for no reason. I know that the person who came is my mother.

Before Chu Ci had time to speak, he felt that the quilt around him was slightly tightened, and Zhao Xiyue put one of Chu Ci's hands outside the quilt back into the quilt. It's like taking care of a child who hasn't grown up, but this kind of seemingly unnecessary care has never been experienced by Chu Ci.

Zhao Xiyue's movements are proficient, which shows how many times she has done this before.

Chu Ci called softly, "Mom."

"Hey."

Zhao Xiyue gently hugged Chu Ci in her arms, her mother's embrace was very warm, so warm that Chu Ci felt that he could immerse himself in this embrace for a lifetime.

"Mom, is there something you want to see me so late?"

Chu Ci asked softly, feeling the familiar warmth of the nostrils.

Zhao Xiyue gently stroked Chu Ci's hair, and used her fingers to help Chu Ci gently comb the messy hair together.

"Mom was afraid that you wouldn't be able to fall asleep, so she wanted to come and stay with you. Mom will go back to sleep when you fall asleep."

When Chu Ci heard Zhao Xiyue's words, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little hot. Chu Ci opened his mouth, but felt that all the words reached his throat, but he could only say "um".

Chu Ci spent almost half of the time today with Zhao Xiyue. I am afraid that no one knows Zhao Xiyue's physical condition better than Chu Ci. The spirit is hanging, but that's it, Zhao Xiyue still made lotus root powder sweet soup when she came back, maybe she just came over to accompany her as soon as she finished her work at hand.

Chu Ci has never known what maternal love is, and has never dared to define it. If Chu Ci has a definition of maternal love at this moment, maternal love is a lake of still water. No matter when this lake of still water is gurgling around you, no matter how strong the wind blows, you will be wrinkled. On the surface of the lake, but in the lake, I can’t feel anything. This extreme selfishness and selflessness is maternal love. The extreme selfishness towards oneself and the extreme selflessness towards children may be the purest epitome of maternal love.

Zhao Xiyue may have sensed Chu Ci's strangeness, she tightened her arms around Chu Ci again, and said in a warm voice: "Yanyan, sleep well, mom will accompany you back tomorrow, and I will see you too My friend, but you have to live here these days, and spend some time with your grandpa, all the old problems that your grandpa has been worrying about recently have committed."

In the darkness, Chu Ci's eye sockets couldn't bear the weight of a single tear, and she gently stroked it down, landing in an inconspicuous place between the pillows. Zhao Xiyue never mentioned herself once from the beginning to the end, so it can be seen that Zhao Xiyue may have never I didn't even feel that my current situation had anything to do with my daughter.

Chu Ci listened to Zhao Xiyue's story in detail. The story was fragmented, and it was not really a story. It was probably a mother's nagging after she lost and found it, but Chu Ci was here. Daozhong fell asleep peacefully.

At night, Wang Chuanjie helped Kong Lao into the room to rest, but just after entering the room Wang Chuanjie was about to help Kong Lao make the bed when he heard Kong Lao's voice behind him.

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