After the fourth class, Qin An opened the lunch box, which contained chicken nuggets.

The red peppers and the red fried chicken skin showed a plump oily shiny, the compact chicken was cut into small pieces, a tomato egg soup sprinkled with chopped green onions, and a ripe potato.

Looking at the lunch, Qin An lowered his head and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

This is the lunch prepared by his mother Li Qin. Every morning, Li Qin would prepare such a lunch for him. He had never been grateful before, but felt that all this was so natural. When he grew up and realized the maternal love contained in it, the unique and unsurpassed care, Li Qin was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer when he graduated from his senior year.

The so-called filial piety is the most touching, the most hurtful, and the inability to fulfill filial piety is. For an adult who already understands how great the love of his parents is and how worth cherishing, it is no less than the pain that cannot be touched in his heart. When one touches it, it hurts the heart and heartbreaking.

In the first few years of his mother's death, whenever Qin An woke up in a dream, tears would wet his pillow and his heart was hurt.

When Li Qin was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, she never believed that she would die. She felt that she could recover. She had not seen her son get married and have children, and she had not taught her daughter-in-law how to manage the family.

At that time, Qin An was the most critical period of preparing for a vocational exam. Li Qin did not allow anyone to disturb him. On the phone with him, she always chatted about trivial matters and asked about his food, clothing, and warmth. Qin An could not even notice any inappropriateness.

When he saw his mother again, Li Qin was already lying on the hospital bed, her lower abdomen was bulging high, and the tumor spread throughout her body. Her eyes could only barely narrow and tell that it was her son.

Seeing her son again, she passed away less than twenty-four hours later. Even in the previous period when she was completely unconscious and lost consciousness, she was even comforting Qin An that she would be fine and she would be fine.

Qin An looked at the carefully prepared stir-frying dishes and soup in the lunch box, carefully put the lunch box into the desk, and did not wait for a few classmates to carry the rice into the classroom from the cafeteria in a large aluminum box, and left the town junior high school by himself.

Li Qin is also a teacher, and she teaches in the sixth grade at the town center primary school.

The town junior high school and the town central primary school were not far apart. Based on memory, Qin An hurriedly glanced at the slightly impressionable teachers, who were still young, and Qin An broke into Li Qin's office.

The office is not big, and the head teacher's office is connected to the managed class, with a small bed and an office desk.

Li Qin sat on the edge of the bed, preparing to take off her shoes and take a nap.

Li Qin, who is less than forty years, has the unique virtuous taste of traditional Chinese women, because she is always keen on growing vegetables by herself and takes care of housework by herself. She has calluses on her fingers, and her rough hands are pushed to see Qin An who has broken into the office.

Seeing Li Qin again, Qin An was more excited to see anyone. This was the happiness after the unforgettable pain was erased. This was an incredible scene. He had fantasized countless times that his mother was still alive and not sick...

When Li Qin appeared alive, how could Qin An take it? Even though he already had an adult mentality, he was just a child in front of his mother and would always be her child.

What can tolerate everything is not the nature that is vast in the sky, not the so-called love, not the so-called mind, only the embrace of the mother.

"Mom..." Qin An walked over and hugged Li Qin tightly.

"What's wrong?" Li Qin was a little surprised, let Qin An hug him and patted Qin An on the back: "What's wrong? Tell mom, don't cry."

Qin An didn't say anything, just hugged her tightly. He had never had an experience of being more frightened than this moment. He thought it was just a memory. After he confirmed it, it was not a memory, but a life he had come again. When he met his mother again, this happiness came incomparable and reached its peak.

If it suddenly appears at this moment, it is just some fantasy in his mind, just a dream, Qin An could not bear the pain of falling from the peak of his dreamy happiness to the cold fact.

Qin An rubbed Li Qin's silk and felt the aura that made his son calm. A surprise slowly spread out from his heart, dispelling the fear. He was not dreaming, how could the dream be so clear? He could feel his mother's heartbeat, his mother's tenderness, and his mother's a little overwhelmed anxious.

"I'm fine, mom...I want to take a nap here." Qin An took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

"You kid... scared my mother." Li Qin laughed and touched Qin An's head, "I changed my temper today. Don't you like naps the most on weekdays?"

"I like it today." Qin An hugged Li Qin from behind, closed her eyes, and felt extremely tired after the joy of ups and downs. Li Qin patted his back and fell asleep immediately.

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"call!"

Qin An suddenly sat up from the bed, and cold sweat dripped down his head. He turned his head in panic. Only then did the beating heart stop the struggle weakly and calm him down.

It was indeed not a dream, and Li Qin still slept peacefully next to her.

Qin An looked at the alarm clock on the desk, carefully climbed out of bed, dragged the quilt to cover Li Qin's belly, ran to the kitchen and fetched a basin of water on the toilet rack, poured a glass of cold boiled water, and then left the town central primary school with a light hand.

At the entrance of the school, a few sixth-grade students who were brave enough to escape naps were undoubtedly a torture for this age, and it was the only thing that children seemed to be a waste of time.

They were playing glass marbles, and four people were lying together, and one of them was aiming around but not taking action.

"Hurry up, the nap class is about to end!"

"Hey, I'll exchange marbles with you with sour plum powder, how about it?" Qin An stood there, but was not in a hurry to go back to school.

Four sixth-grade students looked up because Qin An went to school very early and was in the first grade at the age of five. These sixth-grade students were actually one year to two years younger than Qin An. When they saw Qin An talking, one seemed to have taken out five marbles impatiently: "Five packets of sour plum powder!"

"Your marbles are made of gold! Five packs of sour plum powder cost 50 cents!" Qin An widened his eyes. The child's heart was so dark.

"Two packets of sour plum powder and two popsicles." The man immediately lowered the price.

“It’s almost the same.”

Qin An took out 40 cents and bought it at the snack shop. He immediately exchanged for five marbles.

Half an hour later, Qin An's five marbles were output. He clapped his hands and rejected the proposals of the children who still wanted to exchange marbles with him for snacks.

"Hmph, I'll spend money on your marbles, and you can win it back. I'm really good at doing business, I'm not that stupid!" Qin An returned to the town junior high school with anger after a disappointment of failure.

Isn’t the joy of another one just these little and interesting things? When you grow up and think of these things, can you take off your suit and tie and lie down to play with marbles?
Chapter completed!