2073 The Real World 2

The kid Mo stretched his head to look at the same mother's depiction of Danqing, and saw rows of seats, men and women sitting together, some of them were uniformly wearing army green clothes, and the style of the clothes was very strange.

No, to be precise, everyone's clothes are very weird.

In that dense crowd, the boy Mo noticed a man and a woman at a glance. The man's stern appearance, especially his sharp eyes, made people notice his existence at a glance.

As for the woman, the woman's appearance is acceptable, the only thing that attracts attention is the pair of eyes. Those eyes gave him a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The boy Mo's eyes were thoughtful, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

those eyes...

The boy Mo turned his head to look at his mother.

By the way, it's the same eyes, even the plain face is no longer so ordinary because of these eyes.

Why did the mother paint this, and the characters and strange scenes in the painting made him very puzzled.

When Bei Yutang painted the last stroke, he fell back on the chair as if he had collapsed.

Little Mo'er was thinking about her toes, and wiped the sweat overflowing from her mother's forehead with her sleeves.

Bei Yutang came back to her senses and looked at the small buns carved in pink and jade in front of her, with a soft light in her eyes. She glanced at the sky and didn't expect it to be so late.

"Go, have dinner."

At the dining table, the three of them sat around a table. Xiao Mo'er noticed that Bei Yutang ate very little, and couldn't help asking, "Mother, is the food not to your taste."

Daixiang also put down the tableware and looked at her, "Sister Mu, what do you want to eat, I'll make it for you again."

"You don't have to be nervous, I just don't have an appetite."

Bei Yutang forced himself to take two bites before putting down the tableware. The boy Mo also put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"I'm stuffed."

Little Mo'er frowned when she saw that her mother had eaten so little.

After dinner, Xiao Mo'er saw her mother still reading at night in the study. When he walked in, his mother didn't notice it at all, and the whole person was focused on his own world.

Xiao Mo'er took the book from the side, did not disturb her, but stayed quietly beside her to accompany her.

Daixiang was afraid that Yutang would be hungry, so she went to the kitchen to make a few snacks, and made them a pot of tea. She was sitting at the door waiting, looking at the mother and son in the room from time to time. Under the candlelight, they both focused on their own affairs, and they looked so harmonious and warm.

Look at them, look at the moonlight outside, and yawn every now and then.

Xiao Mo'er raised her head occasionally, saw her yawning, put down the book in her hand, and looked up at the sky outside, it was already the second watch. He glanced at Yutang who was still writing, walked to Daixiang, and said softly, "Sister Daixiang, it's late at night, you should go back to rest early."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

Xiao Mo'er shook her head in disapproval, "We have nothing to do here, you don't have to wait here, rest early."

Daixiang looked at Bei Yutang, who was still concentrating and busy in the house, and then looked at the little master in front of her, then nodded, "Little son, you should rest earlier too."

"Um."

After Daixiang left, Xiao Mo'er returned to the desk, opened the book and continued to read, looking up at her mother from time to time. I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that my mother has a lot of thoughts after waking up this time.

Seeing that it was three watch, my mother showed no sign of stopping.