Chapter 120 (The Ending)

Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for the whole family to reunite, and tea and mooncakes have been placed on the balcony.

The little wind is coming out to enjoy the moon.

Mom called softly.

OK, come soon.

I shouted outside the door, and then edited the text and said: Auntie, I'm not going to chat.

My mother told me to watch the moon.

Do you have such traditional programs?

Aunt Han said in surprise.

Yes, it's quite interesting. The whole family chats and drinks tea.

Those of my family know that they all play with their own mobile phones and there is no atmosphere at all during the festival.

Let me see, the next festival seems to be National Day. Should I feel the festive atmosphere?

As I had nothing to do during this period, I would chat with Aunt Han on my phone for a few words.

I can already make jokes of this level.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival, and National Day is a holiday, so there is no festive atmosphere.

With Aunt Han.

Even on weekdays it has a festive atmosphere.

Beautiful, get out of here.

OK Auntie, goodbye Auntie.

After exiting WeChat, I opened the door and asked happily: Is the moon coming out?

Just now, I was covered by the clouds, come here quickly.

Dad is also very interested.

I came to the balcony, and my parents had already sat down separately and started making tea.

My mother shook her hands gently, started making tea, first gave me a cup, and then gave me one cup each of my father and myself.

I picked up the teacup and sniffed the fragrant tea. I enjoyed the peace at this moment. In fact, I really like this warm and plain atmosphere of the family. I lie on the chair and raise the teacup from a distance: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mom and dad also raised their teacup and responded with a smile: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Take a sip and put down the teacup. Suddenly, I saw the bright moon coming out. Under the bright moonlight, my mother's delicate face seemed to be covered with a layer of clear frost.

The bird pond is dark on the sand, and the clouds break through the moon come and flowers make shadows.

I started to moan softly.

Although it doesn't fit completely, I think the second sentence is really suitable for my mother.

Mom chuckled slightly. Just at this moment, a gust of evening breeze hit, disturbing her hair. Mom gently stroked her hair, pinned them behind her ears, and then quietly took on the next sentence of the poem:

The curtains are covered with lights, the wind is unstable, and the person is quiet at the beginning.

The path should be filled with red tomorrow.

Dad watched us mother and son pretend to be X from the side and applauded.

Although his level is not low, he still doesn't remember much about slightly biased poems.

Seeing my mother and I have such a tacit understanding, I couldn't help but smile gently, but suddenly my smile suddenly came to an end. The reds of the ground should be all over the ground tomorrow?

Falling red?

Mom, have you not come to that month?

I asked.

Which one?

Mom didn't react for a moment.

After all, there are too many of hers and me.

I'm too lazy to avoid it: Aunt...

Mom's face changed: It seems that she didn't come...

Dad said wonderingly: How do you know when your mom will come?

I don't know.

Of course I know.

After all, it is related to my happiness. Can I remember it clearly?

You don't care about your mom...

Of course I don’t know, it hurts every time my mother comes.

Dad smiled embarrassedly and changed the subject: What's going on now?

Mom forced a smile: Maybe it was postponed, it was okay.

How could it be postponed for more than half a month?

I had a guess in my mind, and immediately said it in surprise: Could it be that I want to have a younger brother?

What?

Dad was shocked, frowned and thought, and then Zhan Yan said: It is possible.

There is no possibility, it was once on the wedding anniversary, so where is it so accurate.

Mom retorted.

Don't say anything in front of your child.

Dad was a little embarrassed.

Of course I knew they didn't do that day, and said excitedly: Ouye... I want to have younger brothers and sisters.

I'll buy a pregnancy test stick.

After saying that, before they could react, they rushed downstairs excitedly and bought the pregnancy test stick.

When I came back, my father was smiling and comforting me, while my mother looked a little uneasy. I handed over the pregnancy test stick. Now, she couldn't avoid it no matter what.

The result came out, two red bars.

Then, the family of three fell into silence.

Although I am very excited about my mother's pregnancy with my child...

But things really hit my head, but I was confused about the future.

My kids...my mom's kids...

Do you want to be born?

I looked at my mother carefully, and only at this time can I be like a son.

Mom was silent, but Dad smiled and said: You should be born, haven’t you always wanted a younger brother or sister?

But...I am so old...Age maternal...

Then check your body first. If there is no problem, you will be born. Haven’t you kept saying that you want a daughter?

My father smiled very happily, and he was happy to have children when he was middle-aged. There was probably nothing that made him happier than this.

Yes, I was born with my brother, but I won’t call me dad. What are I worried about?

Mom, be born, I want a sister, and my younger brother is fine, I will take good care of her...

Seeing me say this, my mother showed a smile on her face, but she pretended to be angry: It would be a big deal for me to give birth to you, and I wouldn't have my life if I give birth to another one.

Whatever you want to be born.

I was close to my mother's flat belly, as if I could feel a small life inside.

Mom smiled and hit me in the head: Not necessarily...

I will accompany you to check tomorrow.

I still refused to leave my mother's belly, feeling the movement inside with excitement, as if I was feeling the crystallization of my love and my mother's love.

Let’s be born. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The day for the whole family to reunite. Today I find out that I am pregnant may be God’s instructions.

Dad spoke with a smile.

Mom was slightly stunned when she heard her father's words, then pushed my head away, gently stroked her flat belly, and a smile appeared on her face without realizing it, murmured: It's Ah, God's instructions... tomorrow... go check it...

(The book is over)