The sweetest thing in the world

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The living room was as quiet as if it had been muted. Xu Mai put the key on the shoe cabinet, and the metal collided with the marble countertop, making a clear sound.Min Jiamu lowered his eyebrows and called softly, "Mom."

This is what he resembles Min Yue the most. When he admits to being cowardly, "Mom" is long and "Mom" is short, and he is so obedient.

Xu Mai looked at them silently, then looked up at the cat on the ceiling, knowing that another civil war broke out just now.She came over and looked down at the sparrow with broken wings in Min Jiamu's hand. She didn't ask why they were arguing, but said first, "Do you need help?"

Min Jiamu poked his neck, reached out and took the shoebox from Min Yue, put the bird in, held it in front of his chest, and looked down diagonally: "No, I know how to treat it, thank you mom."

The ten-year-old boy is not short anymore, he loves to jump, his bones are well developed, and he is a few centimeters taller than his peers.He stood next to Xu Mai with his head down, just at the position of her shoulder.

Xu Mai raised his hand and rubbed his sweaty head, helped him take off his schoolbag, and said, "Go and take a bath, dinner will be served later."

Min Jiamu gave a dull hum, and walked towards his bedroom with the shoebox in his arms.Xu Jiayuan called his brother in a low voice through the glass door, but he didn't hear him, and walked all the way to the dark like a donkey without looking back.

After he closed the door, Xu Mai pulled Min Yue into the kitchen to understand the reason in detail.In a fit of anger, Min Yue swung a knife and chopped the ribs until they rattled: "Did he advance his rebellious period? Why is he so disobedient and so troublesome?"

Fearing that she would accidentally cut it, Xu Mai took the knife and said in a deep voice, "You should ask why he fought with his classmates."

"Do you still need to ask? He bullied his classmates because he was taller than others."

Xu Mai glanced at her, and suddenly changed the subject: "Do you feel that there is a big difference in your attitude towards Xiao Mu and Yuan Yuan?"

"Yuan Yuan is so obedient, like a little princess, he dare not speak loudly to her. That brat's skin is tough, and if he doesn't beat him hard, he won't know where he is wrong." After speaking, Min Yue was so depressed. Grinding his teeth, his genes are so much worse than Xu Mai's.

The water in the pot boiled, Xu Mai poured the washed ribs into the water, skimmed off the foam, and said slowly: "You are his mother, if you don't believe him, he has been wronged." Who should I tell?"

"Have you ever thought that maybe he is not rebellious, but he just cannot get comfort."

Min Yue was beating chicken eggs, and when she heard this, her chopsticks froze.

After dinner, Min Yue washed the dishes, stepped on the ladder to lift Pang Pang from the ceiling, and fed some nutrient cream.

After Xu Mai tutored the two children with their homework, he went back to the bathroom in the master bedroom to wash and dry his hair. After returning to the bedroom, he found Min Yue leaning on the bed, staring at the phone with a frown.

"What's wrong?" Xu Mai lifted the quilt and went to bed.

Min Yue sighed: "This time I really misunderstood that silly boy."

Min Yue showed her the WeChat chat records. The head teacher took this matter very seriously. He contacted several parents that night and asked the good friends of the two boys about the situation. Finally, he learned from the students who walked home from school together that the beaten The boy killed the sparrow, and Min Jiamu saw it and stopped him, and the two had a dispute.And there was no fight, Min Jiamu just pushed the other party, the injury on the boy's face was caused by him climbing a tree and falling down.

The truth came to light, Min Jiamu neither caught birds to abuse animals nor bullied his classmates, but instead saved a little life and brought it back to take care of it himself.

There was a big oolong, and Min Yue's ears flushed red with guilt when he recalled the scene of scolding him before dinner. "Master, you said that he obviously did something good, why didn't he tell it frankly?"

In fact, she also understands that if she were herself, if someone criticizes her without asking, she would be angry and unwilling to explain.

In the kitchen just now, she understood what Xu Mai said.Indeed, her attitude towards her son is quite casual, she thinks that he is a blood relative, and she can speak directly without so many twists and turns.But she overlooked one thing, she did not respect her son as an independent personality, and forgot to listen to the inner voice of the child.

What do you want to be when you grow up?What is your plan for doing this?Min Yue suddenly realized that she had never asked.

She didn't give her son a chance to confide, she didn't care about his inner world, but she blamed him instead, why didn't you tell me.

Min Yue was surprised that the impact of his behavior on him was very similar to Xu Boyu's avoidance of Xu Mai back then. In a sense, it was very similar.

Min Yue clenched her phone tightly, "Master, I seem to have done something wrong."

Xu Mai understood her anxiety, and patted her on the back softly: "It's not too late."

"Go talk to him?" Xu Mai suggested.

Min Yue nodded, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on slippers and went to the corridor.

The door of the boy's room was open, and Min Yue walked outside the door lightly, looking inside, two children, one big and one small, were hugging each other.

Xu Jiayuan was standing by the desk in a white rabbit cotton mop, wearing floral pajamas.A small person, not as tall as a table leg, with his small arms wrapped around his brother's neck.The braids were untied, and the shoulder-length black hair was soft and fluffy. He tilted his head and buried it on his brother's shoulders.

Min Jiamu sat on the bench, much taller than his little sister, and bent his body in a large arc to make her hug her comfortably.Two arms protected my younger sister's waist from behind, fearing that she would not stand still and fall, and spoke softly to her: "It's already ten o'clock, why don't you go to bed? Do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"

The little girl shook her head, and the n_ai voice came out vaguely: "Brother, don't be sad, mom likes brother, and I like him too."

Min Jiamu grinned, picked her up, and carefully placed her on his lap.

There is a shoebox in the corner of his desk, and there is toilet paper on the table, with half a boiled chicken egg yolk on it.The little girl saw it, pointed to the shoe box and asked, "Brother, what is that?"

Min Jiamu reached out and hooked the paper box over, and took out the little sparrow with half-grown fur inside.The little girl was pleasantly surprised, she wanted to touch it but dared not touch it, her soft fingers rested on his wrist: "Brother, does it bite?"

"It doesn't bite. It's still a baby. It was stolen from the house by bad guys. It has no parents to feed it. It's very hungry and has no strength."

He said it wouldn't hurt anyone, but Min Jiamu put it a little farther away, and put the back of his hand in front of his sister.

The little girl was very anxious, shaking the boy's hand and urging: "It's so pitiful, brother, save it."

"I'm about to feed it." Min Jiamu took out a book from his schoolbag, read the table of contents, turned to the corresponding page number, spread it out, put it on the table, and read it to his sister word by word: "The book says, you can feed it egg yolk, and if you want to drink water, dip your finger in a little water and drip it on its mouth."