Maltose [ABO]

Mai Qingtian's mother was the No. 1 prostitute in Lingcheng back then. It is said that his grandmother was even more charming, and she had a child with a son when she was less than [-] years old.Later, the son said that he was going to study, and the grandmother waited for him in the brothel. The wait lasted for ten months. The day the child was born, he died because of dystocia, and the day when the dust returned to dust, he did not see the son back. .

I lost my mother since I was a child, at least the old bustard understands some kind of human feelings, and she doesn't run or make trouble, so only I can tell what it's like in the past 20 years.

Anyone looking at her would think of her mother Ruxiang.

Others looked at her and secretly called her "Xiao Yunniang".

She was also happy after hearing that, after all, her mother was born beautiful, and since she is Xiao Yun's mother, she should be as beautiful as Xiaoyou.

Although she has her own name.

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Mai Qingtian didn't know much about his mother's past. The mother he knew probably started from the day his parents met.

He has a fairly deep understanding of his father's past. The Mai family has a large family business in Lingcheng, and his father studied in the capital since he was a child, and he came back to inherit the family business after he graduated from university.

In my memory, my father was a gentle man.

But this gentle Bibo possesses an insurmountable strength when the wind roars.

For example, how did he marry his mother into the family, and how did he save Mai Qingtian after the second elder of the Mai family wanted to get rid of him.

Father's back is as lofty as a mountain.

Mai Qingtian will never forget that day, how his father straightened his hard back, gritted his teeth and endured the whipping of the cane again and again.

Mai Qingtian was frightened, and the innocent smile that was always on his face disappeared.

He ran over and took his grandfather's warm hand.

Grandpa looked at him, his eyes were full of pain, and his eyes burned Mai Qingtian instantly.

Go away, said grandfather.

Grandma still held a string of beads in her hand, looking at this scene full of unbearable looks.

The uncle and the uncle were also crowded in this room, yelling something, as if they were saying who was unclean, or who was unknown.

Later, in my impression, his parents, who were gifted, beautiful and loving, just separated.

His father gave his mother a very thick banknote. Mai Qingtian looked at his father's face and then at his mother's face, knowing that some things had completely changed.

From the day of his 12th birthday, he completely changed.

The punishment the father received and the suffering the mother suffered seemed to be due to him.

He still remembers that day when he heard his father ask: "Child, are you really going to leave?"

The mother's voice clearly contained tears, and Mai Qingtian could hear her grief.

Yes, too.The father even said "yes" several times, as if he had lost his soul, he said, I divorce you, after I divorce you, you and your son will be safe.

Mother cried softly.

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The mother in my impression has always been a person who loves to cry. She doesn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers, and occasionally goes to the kitchen to cook a meal for her father. With an aggrieved face, he walked up to his father, stretched out his finger and cried out for the pain.

Father will bow his head to blow to her.

While blowing and talking, blowing will not hurt, our children treat me the best.

Then the mother would smile through tears.

Once when my grandfather was celebrating his birthday, many people came to congratulate him. Those people held gifts in their hands and put them in front of my grandfather, but their eyes flew to my mother's smooth and jade-like face.

Mother took two sips of fruit wine, her pink cheeks were slightly astringent, and her peach blossom-like eyes were full of lust.

Her body leaned against her father's shoulder, and she did not forget to pick up vegetables for her son, and those outstretched hands were as fresh as green onion tubes.

The person toasting the toast saw his mouth dry, and when he walked out of the door, he whispered thirsty and anxiously: "Jiao, so cute!"

But later, it was time for Mai Qingtian to celebrate his birthday.

But this day, what he saw was blood red.

The grandparents have always been unable to hold back their youngest son, but this time, they were unwilling to let go of what they said, and they were unwilling to keep Mai Qingtian no matter what.

Anyway, my mother can still stay here, but my father needs to marry another innocent second wife.

Mai Qingtian looked at her mother's red and swollen eyes, and said: Mom, I'll just go.

He already understood what had happened.

It turned out that he was the one who was shouted to be beaten and killed, and he was the one who could not be tolerated in the world.

But the mother wiped away her tears, her eyes full of tears were firmer than ever, she sat on the chair, touched the face of her son who was kneeling on her lap, and said, "Nonsense, you have to follow your mother."

Later, he changed his name and his mother was disfigured.

At the age of 14, Mai Qingtian looked most like his mother.

At that time, Mai Qingtian didn't like to talk much, and the smile on his face faded along with his silence.

But he was still noticed.

Especially a boy named Song Yunlin.

He also has an older brother named Yunsheng.

Both of them were born in Yun County, which is further south than Jinkou, near the middle and lower reaches of a big river, and water will always be released every seven or eight years.Perhaps it was for this reason that the Song family moved to Jinkou ten years ago. At that time, the Song family was just a couple with spare money, allowing the men to drink flower wine and the women to go out to play cards. Over the past few years, the scene has completely changed.

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Song Yunlin looked at him with thirsty eyes.

This look made Mai Qingtian very uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to do anything. If it was before the age of 12, he might have smiled and said to him: Thank you for staring at me so much.

If someone asked him why, he would say that it was because he looked like his mother and was good-looking.

But now, he only felt that the glare in his eyes made him restless.

Then thinking of his mother at home, Mai Qingtian still endured it.

But after being patient and patient, the other party couldn't bear it anymore.

One day in elementary school, Song Yunlin touched his face at the school gate.

Mai Qingtian immediately thought of his father, his gentle but firm father.

He stared at Song Yunlin's face and kicked him on the knee.

If he had heard Qingyu's words that day, he might have corrected him silently in his heart. After all, he kicked it by himself, and kicking the knee must be more effective than the calf.

At that moment, Song Yunlin's knees softened, and then his expression suddenly changed. His face turned red. Under the eyes of so many classmates at the door, Song Yunlin was so angry that he cursed, calling him a shrew.

Mai Qingtian was still staring at him like this, and the unquenchable fire in his heart was just floating like this.

Until that sentence - you are as bad as your bitch, completely burning this fire.

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Song Yunlin was bruised and swollen by himself, but he didn't come to retaliate, and he didn't let anyone go to his mother's shop to provoke trouble.

Mai Qingtian has always kept this matter in his heart. After beating Song Yunlin, he felt happy but also deeply regretful.

He didn't want others to talk about his mother, but he didn't want his mother to be insulted because of him.

Mai Qingtian's question has not been resolved, he does not know whether he is right or wrong, so he can only continue to remain silent.

He seems to be right, but he is really wrong.

When the people in the class looked at him, there was always a look of inquiry in their eyes.

This made him more attractive, and everyone from the upper grades to the lower grades came to pay attention to him.

What's more, a teacher talked to him.

Tell him that it is not good for girls to fight like this.

Mai Qingtian said dryly: He said my mother.

The teacher said: "Flies don't bite seamless eggs. Why does he only talk about your mother and not others?"

Mai Qingtian suddenly lost his words, he was even a little confused, yes, why?

But what puzzled him even more was that he seemed to have almost forgotten how to refute.

The Alphas set the day when the No.1 new human being appeared, that is, the day when the first Alpha appeared on Dengzhou Road, as the day of Kaiyuan.

In the past 50 years, the stars have changed, and the sea has changed. No one thought that the world today would develop into this way.

But the original Alpha is long gone.

The school will hold a celebration in the morning.

Mai Qingtian's Chinese culture teacher, the wife of Beta, a man named Zhang, was invited to the school two weeks before the event to help because he used to teach music.

There are only three music teachers in the school, plus Teacher Zhang's wife, there are four teachers in total.

Teacher Zhang's wife's surname is Xia, and her name is Dongniang.

At this time, Dongniang was four months pregnant, with a slight bulge, and she always smiled when she saw the children.

When she was selecting members for the chorus in her class, she first saw the outstanding Mai Qingtian.

But Mai Qingtian pushed his head down.

There was a boy next to him dozing off, lying on the table with his head turned sideways, as if he was looking at Mai Qingtian with his head down.

When he turned his head to one side, Dongniang's gaze was picked away.

She couldn't help but secretly gasped, thinking that this was the transfer student her husband had mentioned, she really looked like a young hero.

In fact, Dongniang knew nothing about Tang Jinshui, she just sighed based on her first impression.

If her husband found out, he would probably reprimand her for being too ignorant.

Dongniang has always been kind-hearted, and always feels that everyone in the world is good.

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While the students were talking around Dongniang, Tang Jinshui moved the stool out. He lay on the table and stretched out his hand, which happened to fit one hand on Mai Qingtian's table.

He softly tapped on Mai Qingtian's table with two fingers.

There were two "dong dong", as expected, Mai Qingtian's attention was attracted.

He raised his head, turned his head sideways, his eyebrows were picturesque.

Tang Jinshui showed a successful little smile, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his eyebrows stretched gracefully.He moved the stool and sat closer to the person.Then he stretched out his hand again, waved it weakly in front of Mai Qingtian's eyebrows, and said, "Why are they thinner again?"

"What?" Mai Qingtian didn't hear this sentence clearly because of the noisy class.

"It's nothing." Tang Jinshui shook his head, then took out something from his backpack and handed it to him.

Mai Qingtian lowered his head, looked at the package in his hand, and asked with some doubts: "What is this?"

Tang Jinshui smiled secretly, "You will know when you open it."

Mai Qingtian glanced at the things in his hand hesitantly, then at the dazzling smile of the person in front of him, and finally opened the package carefully.

The smell of dust came out immediately.

Inside are chunks and chunks of amber maltose.

Mai Qingtian was startled, then raised his head blankly.

Under the itchy sun in November, Tang Jinshui was immersed in the light and shadow, and smiled again and said: "It was my birthday yesterday, I made it myself, try it and see if it tastes good."

Mai Qingtian lost his mind for a moment, holding this bag of maltose, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The bag of sugar became hot to the touch.

In an instant, he pushed the bag of candy back to Tang Jinshui's hand.

"What do you give me this for?"

"When I was a child, for my birthday, an aunt gave me a piece of malt candy. I ate it all day. At that time, I thought it was the most delicious thing in the world." Tang Jinshui held the bag of candy Said, "So I want you to try it too."

The flame in Mai Qingtian's heart flickered for a moment, he raised his head and glanced at him briefly, then quickly looked away.

"What do you want me to taste?"

Tang Jinshui touched his neck with his hands, blinked and said, "I just want to thank you for lending me the eraser and the inkstone. And... I also want you to share with me."

Mai Qingtian's hand flinched.

Tang Jinshui pushed the bag of maltose onto Mai Qingtian's hands, and then said: "Eat less, be careful of toothache."

Mai Qingtian felt that the sun was really itchy today, he always felt his face was numb, and his hands were a little bit weak.So he loosened and closed his hand holding the bag of sugar, and the outer layer of paper became more and more wrinkled.

"I have good teeth," he said softly.

Tang Jinshui's eyes lit up, then he stretched out his hand, took a piece of candy and handed it to Mai Qingtian's mouth and said, "Then try it, it's the first time I've made it."

Mai Qingtian raised his head, glanced at the candy on his lips, and then at Tang Jinshui who was full of expectation, but did not speak.

Tang Jinshui's finger holding the piece of candy became hot, as if the sugar on his fingertips was about to melt.

His lips moved, and he tossed the candy into his mouth.

The corners of Mai Qingtian's mouth curled up slightly, then he stretched out his hand, took a piece, put it carefully on the tip of his tongue, and licked it lightly.

is sweet.

Then, he put a whole piece of candy in his mouth.

Tang Jinshui smiled with his eyes bent, and that smile seemed sweeter than this piece of candy.

Mai Qingtian lowered his head, looked at this bag of malt candy, and thought to himself, so the taste of malt candy can be like this.