I Am the Mother of a Prodigy

Ann wanted to rest for only one night, and hurried back to the hospital after the fever subsided.

Before Qiuyang wakes up, An Zimo sits on the bed and uses a tablet to brush a few difficult physics problems. Seeing An wants to come in, he immediately switches to the game.

"Is Momo better?"

"Yeah." An Zimo didn't talk much, but he didn't think coldly like before.

An wanted to see that his complexion was good, so he relaxed for a while, and glanced at Pei Yizhou who was texting next to him. He should be very busy, it is really a waste of time to accompany the bed here.

"Mr. Pei, I will take care of Momo. You can go back to work first."

Pei Yizhou put away his phone and did not leave, "It's okay." He looked at An Xiang's face. Although his condition was better than last night, his face was still pale, "Go and rest."

An Xiang didn't leave her son alone in the hospital. She didn't speak or pay attention to Pei Yizhou. She turned around and took the cooked dishes out of the incubator. She raised her eyes and scanned it, and found that Qiuyang's grandparents were sitting on the folding bed. Eat dried buns with pickles.

The sunlight behind me was broken, and the picture in front of me was too sad, and I couldn't bear it.

The two of them froze for a moment, then waved their hands and refused, "No need, take it to the baby."

"We are enough." An Xiang forced the hot ribs soup on the table and turned to look at Qiu Yang, who was still unconscious. His thin body was covered with a quilt, his small face was sallow, and the nutrient solution barely maintained his body. energy of.

"Is Yang Yang okay?"

Grandma Qiuyang shook her head, "A day is a day."

There is helplessness in this sentence, and there is a compromise to succumb to fate.

An wants to drop her eyelids, she knows that she can't help much with her own ability, and all the comfort is of no use to the family.

Ann wants to return to her seat, and she will cook an extra meal for the elderly. Qiuyang quickly woke up, and someone provided financial assistance to them anonymously, which means that they no longer need to worry about the cost of surgery, and it seems that everything is going for the better.

An Zimo will be discharged from the hospital in two days. Qiuyang will be transferred to the ward on the day he is discharged. He is very sad, "Brother Zimo, will you come to see me often after you leave the hospital?"

"No." An Zimo lowered his head to watch the movie, very cold and ruthless.

Qiuyang curled his lips, cheeky, doing math problems next to him.

An Zimo glanced casually, "The third question is wrong."

"Huh?" Qiu Yang opened his mouth, looking dull and cute.

An Zimo took a deep breath and dropped the tablet. He took the pen and taught him: "How much is seven plus seven?"

Qiuyang put his finger in deep thought for a few seconds, "Fourteen."

"Fourteen plus one?"

"fifteen."

"Then why do you write that seven plus eight equals ten?"

Qiuyang thought about the wrong topic, and then admired: "Brother Zimo, you are so smart!!"

His eyes are very bright, which makes that sallow face a lot more vivid.

An Zimo was very self-aware of himself, and then he stopped watching foreign language movies on his tablet, and devoted himself to teaching topics in Qiuyang Elementary School.

The two children got along very happily, and An Xiang stood by and looked very relieved. Perhaps it was because his son was too smart. He was not too concerned about everything around him, and he couldn't play with friends. Now that he can get along with his little brother in peace, it shows that his personality has changed.

An Xiang glanced at An Zimo for the last time, and hooked his finger at Pei Yizhou.

Pei Yizhou immediately put down the computer and followed out like a puppy.

"calls me?"

When He An wants to be alone, his expression always has excitement that can't be concealed.

Ann couldn't figure out what's so happy about this, and nodded and said, "Did you secretly fund Qiuyang?"

Pei Yizhou did not deny, but directly responded.

An Xiang was not surprised, but when he heard him personally confess, there was still an indescribable strange touch in his heart.

"You still do charity?"

Pei Yizhou is not such a well-intentioned person. He may donate to a few schools to help some difficult elderly people, but he will not meet one to save one. There are too many poor people in this world, and there are so many kindnesses to squander.

"On a whim." He leaned lazily against the wall, and the light shone on that Qingjun face, making the contours of the face more distinct.

An Xiang's heart moved slightly, his eyes hesitated, and finally he said softly: "Mo Mo said he has congenital painlessness, so I want to take him for a full-body examination on the day of discharge."

Pei Yizhou's eyes sank slightly, "What did he say?"

"Well, when I came to the hospital that day, Mo Mo woke me up. He was vomiting, but he couldn't tell where it hurts." An Xiang believed that his son was telling the truth. Pain loss is not a good thing. Zimo was young. She didn't want any more problems with his body.

If her son becomes like Qiuyang one day, she can't afford it.

With an itchy throat, An wanted to cover her lips and cough, and continued: "I didn't tell you before because I was a little busy, I hope... I hope you don't mind."

"I do not mind."

Where would he mind.

However, Ann wanted to be able to tell him this way, she would be very happy instead.

**

The weather in the afternoon was very good, and the two children were in good condition. After thinking about a whim, they decided to take them to the lawn behind the hospital for a walk.

Qiuyang couldn't walk long, he was in a wheelchair, and An wanted to push behind.

There are a few children playing football on the lawn. An Zimo bothers playing sports the most, so she read a book in the shade.

"When I get better, I will also play football with Brother Zimo."

Qiuyang looked at the few jumping children enviously, eyes full of longing.

Thinking thoughtfully, Ann released her wheelchair and walked to the side of the two children. She is good-looking and gentle, with a friendly atmosphere, borrowed the football in a few words.

"Momo, go to play with Qiuyang."

An Zimo frowned, "Football is played."

"It's okay, you kick it, Qiuyang throws it."

An Zimo was ready to refuse at the moment, but when he met Qiuyang's expectant eyes, he rolled his eyes and sat up from the ground reluctantly.

He doesn't like sports and doesn't want to play football. Now he is forced to open a business, playing football in one direction very perfunctorily. An wanted to push the wheelchair to run towards the ball, Qiuyang stretched out his hand to catch it firmly.

An Zimo was stunned, could he still play like this?

"You cheated!!"

Ann wanted to turn her head away, as if she hadn't heard.

"Brother Zimo, go on!"

Qiuyang threw the ball high, and the football flew behind him in a parabola. An Zimo gritted his teeth and turned to chase after him.

An Xiang pushed the wheelchair and ran very fast, and Qiuyang was able to pick it up. The three had a great time on the lawn. This new style of playing quickly attracted the attention of the children nearby, and more and more people joined the battle. Among them, there were parents pushing wheelchairs to follow An Xiang.

The picture was chaotic, and laughter continued.

The game ended with a nurse coming over to call someone.

The three men panted and returned to the ward. Just as An Zimo was about to take a break, seven or eight children got in from nowhere, holding pencils and books in their hands, occupying the narrow ward tightly.

Before he could return to his senses, several children burst out shouting--

"Zi-Mo-old-teacher-good!"

They prolonged their voices, making An Zimo confused.

"Brother Zimo, let's hurry up and go to class. I will have no time to do chemotherapy later." Qiu Yang sat next to him, occupying the best location.

"...????" An Zimo asked with a question mark, "Class? What class, who will give you the class."

"You." Qiu Yang said, pointing to what he should have done.

"Me?" An Zimo's eyes widened, "When will I promise to give you class?"

"The parents of these children have promised to come to class every night. They and I are both in first grade. It's okay and can teach."

He asked when he himself agreed! Who cares about the parents of these smelly children will not agree! !

An Zimo's face was twisted, and he heard heartfelt voices from all directions.

[Teacher Zimo can add, subtract, multiply and divide when he is three years old, it's really amazing. ]

[This is what my mother said about someone else’s child, right? ]

[Teacher Zimo looks so good-looking, Mimi wants to marry him when he grows up. ]

"..."

Mimi, who are you? Who the **** is going to marry you.

An Zimo's eyes swept around, and the children raised their faces high, their eyes were pure and innocent, and they couldn't bear to refuse for another person, but An Zimo was not a human being.

"No teaching, no time." He picked up the book and flipped it casually.

[Wow! Teacher Zimo can read English books! ]

[Teacher Zimo is the same as Qiuyang said, he is a genius. ]

[Teacher Zimo is so good-looking or genius, Mimi wants to give him a baby when he grows up. ]

An Zimo: "..."

So whoever you are, just give life to the baby! !

These children said they would not leave, but looked at him more and more admiringly.

At this time, there were many people watching outside the door, and some people started taking pictures with their mobile phones.

An Zimo felt inexplicably uncontrollable on his face, and his ears became more and more red under all eyes.

This picture is really funny, and An Xiang chuckled and said, "Momo, you can teach me. Qiuyang is looking for these children next to the ward today. It's very hard."

These children suffer from various degrees of illness, so they waste their studies. Adults have to work and have to accompany them in bed, so they have no skills at all, so there is no extra experience to help them with their homework.

Children of this age are when their thirst for knowledge is the strongest. When other children are studying in school, they are receiving difficult and painful treatment in the hospital.

Qiuyang is not familiar with it, and firmly believes that An Zimo is a smart, kind and talented child. He thought that An Zimo was about to be discharged from the hospital, so he went to the parents and convinced them to let An Zimo give these children. Even if the two-day class does not make much difference, I want them to feel the academic atmosphere during the treatment.

These heartfelt voices reached An Zimo's ears.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and still said impatiently, "So many people have to prepare a blackboard."

"I already brought it." As he said, Ann wanted to put the borrowed small white board behind.

An Zimo: "..." The equipment in this hospital is quite complete.

He sighed long and reluctantly gave lectures to the younger brothers and sisters who were a few years older than him.

An Zimo doesn't look at his young age, but his lectures are unambiguous and kind.

Those parents who promised their children to come were just to join in the fun. After all, no one was willing to refuse the request of a seriously ill child, but they were shocked when they saw this picture.

An Zimo has clear logic, speaks neatly, and devises a set of teaching methods suitable for children's thinking, which can be understood by children no matter how stupid they are.

Slowly, more and more people gathered outside the ward, and many people took fresh pictures and took the pictures into videos and put them on the Internet.

Predictably, the video is on fire.