lcionline Chapter 79 My Dark Childhood History
Chapter 79 My Dark Childhood History
Chapter 79 My Dark Childhood History (Burst Update Mode Activated 16)
Listen to your mother.
Upon seeing the song title, Liu Xiaoli's heart softened for no apparent reason.
She continued reading.
"Little friend, do you have many questions?"
"Why is it that other people are laughing in their mothers' arms?"
"But I lay in the warm box and cried very quietly."
Upon seeing this, Liu Xiaoli paused for a moment.
Scenes from Tongji Hospital kept flashing through her mind.
The tiny baby placed in the incubator.
So small, so fragile.
She was looking at that tiny figure through the glass, and her heart broke.
How could she have thought of that?
This child only heard his grandmother tell the story a few times when he was very young, and then wrote that experience, which he could never possibly remember, into a song.
Her nose felt a little sore, so she continued reading.
"Thankfully, she was there, bringing a warm embrace."
"She nourished my childhood with her breast milk."
Tears welled up in my eyes instantly.
She recalled those days and nights.
I just gave birth and my body hasn't recovered yet.
But she had to feed two hungry babies at the same time.
Her family advised her to take care of herself and not work so hard.
But looking at the poor child in her arms who had lost his mother, she just couldn't bring herself to be cruel.
These were things that Grandma talked about with the neighbors while she was taking care of the children.
He was only three or four years old at the time, and he was still quite naive.
Unexpectedly, the child kept it in mind all along.
Liu Xiaoli held the paper, her hand trembling slightly.
She couldn't say a word; she just felt something stuck in her throat.
Seeing her like this, Grandma also came over.
"What's wrong? What did the child write?"
She took the paper from Liu Xiaoli's hand.
Grandpa also put on his reading glasses and leaned over to look at it together.
The two elderly people read the lyrics aloud, word by word.
After reading it, both of them fell silent.
They knew better than anyone how real and heartbreaking the past was described in those lyrics.
Grandma raised her hand and tenderly patted Chen Lang's head.
"Good boy."
Her voice was choked with emotion.
"Well written."
Besides these two words, she couldn't think of any other words to express her feelings at that moment.
Liu Yifei had been itching to get started for a long time.
She snatched the paper from her grandmother's hand and started reading it herself.
There were some words she didn't understand.
She pointed to that sentence, but I was lying in the warm box, and asked curiously.
"What is a warm box?"
Why is Langlang lying in the box?
Grandma immediately became interested upon hearing this.
She pulled Liu Yifei to her side.
"Well, that's a long story."
"This story begins when you and your brother were just born."
Grandma cleared her throat and began to tell the story of the two babies when they were little, as if she were a storyteller, in a vivid and engaging manner.
"Back in the day, you and Langlang were born on the same day."
"And you, you were full-term, and born chubby and healthy."
"Our poor Langlang was born looking like a kitten, so the doctor put him in a glass box, which is called an incubator."
"Later, your mother felt sorry for him, so she took him home and raised him herself."
"But you little tyrant, you're not happy about it."
"At first, whenever Langlang drank milk, you would cry at the top of your lungs, crying so loudly it was earth-shattering."
"It's like your younger brother stole something from you."
Liu Yifei blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"And also, you used to poop in your diapers when you were little."
"Before you even started crying, Langlang started crying, louder than anyone else, like an alarm clock, waking up the whole family."
"And the baby's first birthday celebration, that's even more fun."
"There were so many nice things on the table—books, pens, abacus—but Langlang didn't even glance at them."
He crawled right up to you, grabbed your face, and kissed you.
"We were so happy at the time."
"Then it was your turn to choose your first birthday presents, and instead of choosing anything else, you grabbed the harmonica from your younger brother's hand."
"Not only did you steal the harmonica, but when you climbed over him, your diaper fell off and landed right on his face."
At this point, the whole family couldn't help but laugh.
Liu Yifei covered her face, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Grandma got more and more excited as she talked.
"When Akemi was little, she loved being the older sister."
She even imitated the adults, changing her younger brother's diaper.
"Another time, we were all out, and only the two of you little ones were at home."
When I came back, I saw you dressed him in your little skirt, looking quite the part.
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"The pink one with lace trim, oh my, it looks so good on."
"Pfft."
Liu Yifei couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing.
She laughed so hard she almost fell over, occasionally stealing glances at Chen Lang.
As Chen Lang listened to these old stories, he felt waves of despair.
He had almost forgotten these embarrassing childhood memories.
I didn't expect Grandma to remember it so clearly.
Seeing his embarrassed expression, Liu Yifei laughed even harder.
The family reminisced about the past in such a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.
Those heartwarming, interesting, and heartbreaking memories of Chen Lang were all recreated by his grandmother through storytelling.
After Grandma finished telling the story, Liu Yifei finally laughed enough.
She held the lyrics sheet and shook Chen Lang's arm.
"Langlang, how do you sing this song?"
"Sing it to me!"
Chen Lang cleared his throat, forcibly erasing that dark history from his mind.
"The beginning part should be done in a rap style."
"Just like that person on TV just now."
"I've already come up with the melody for the chorus."
As he spoke, he looked at Liu Xiaoli and began to sing softly.
His voice still carried the naivety of a child, but his emotions were incredibly sincere.
Listen to your mother, don't let her get hurt.
"I want to grow up quickly so I can protect her."
"Beautiful dark hair, sprouting amidst happiness."
"The magic of angels, warm and compassionate."
The lyrics are just four short lines.
He sang very seriously and with great effort.
The living room was quiet.
Only his clear singing voice echoed softly.
Liu Xiaoli reached out and hugged him and Liu Yifei, who was standing next to her, tightly.
Pop, pop, pop.
Liu Yifei clapped her little hands vigorously.
"It sounds great!"
"That sounds so good!"
She broke free from Liu Xiaoli's embrace and looked up at Chen Lang with her little face upturned.
"Langlang, is this song for Sister Beina?"
Chen Lang shook his head.
"No."
"This song is a song I dedicated to my mother."
"Of course I'll sing it myself."
As Liu Xiaoli listened to her son's words, her heart felt warm and tender, as if it were being soaked in lukewarm water.
She looked at the two children in front of her.
One is the continuation of her life, and the other is the life she continued with love.
She felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.
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