bat baby

Chapter 74

Jingmo sent an email to his mother at night, and tears of grievance rolled in his eyes. He sent emails to his mother every week, telling what happened these days. At the end of each email, he would ask: "Mom, I miss you so much, when will you pick me up?"

He counted one by one, and there were already more than 40 emails.

It has been more than 10 months since he left his mother.

This time is different, today is his birthday.

After Jingmo sent the email, he quietly squatted behind the door and sobbed softly. He missed his mother so much. Why didn't mother come to pick me up?

Bruce pushed open Jingmo's door: "Momo, go eat cake."

Jing Mo didn't speak or move, keeping a curled up posture and hiding behind the door.

Bruce sighed when he heard Jing Mo's sobs.

Jingmo is not Damian, he can't understand death, Bruce actually wanted to tell him the truth a long time ago, but he didn't want Jingmo to lose that carefree smile on his face.

"Mo Mo." Bruce knelt on the ground on one knee and hugged Jing Mo.

"Dad, why didn't my mother come to pick me up? She didn't reply to the emails I sent, and my mother ignored me, and she didn't answer when I called her. I miss my mother so much. Dad, you take me home. Is home okay?" Jing Mo cried and begged his father.

Bruce knew that this matter could not be hidden, he sighed: "Momo, your mother loves you, she..."

Bruce paused: "She'll come get you."

Jing Mo raised his head from his father's arms: "Really?"

Bruce didn't answer him, just said, "Let's go eat cake."

At night, the whole manor fell asleep. Alfred came to the study with milk, and Bruce, who had just returned from the night patrol, was checking the emails Jing Mo sent to his mother.

"Master Bruce, when will you tell the young master about this?" Ah Fu sighed.

On the other side, Jing Mo woke up from a nightmare. He hid in the quilt, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and then he got out of bed with the pillow in his arms and wanted to find his father.

Seeing that the study room was still on, Jing Mo knew that his father was still asleep, so he sniffed, and walked to the door of the study room to hear Grandpa Fu talking to his father.

Just as he was about to open the door and go in, the next sentence made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"I can't say Ah Fu."

"But the young master always needs to know. Instead of having illusions, it's better to tell him the truth about his mother's death earlier."

"But Ah Fu, Jing Mo is too young, he is looking forward to his mother coming to pick him up every day... Mo Mo..." Bruce turned around and saw Jing Mo standing blankly at the door, his brain froze.

Jing Mo knew what death meant. He had attended the funeral with his mother, and he was completely numb at the moment. He couldn't hear his father calling him, nor could he feel his father's hug.

Dou Da's tears fell from the corners of his eyes, not as a pretentious wail, nor to arouse his father's soft-hearted tears.

The look of crying with no expression on his face is even more distressing.

"Father." Jing Mo said, "Is mother dead?"

Bruce hardened his heart: "Yes, your mother died after sending you back to the United States."

Jing Mo suddenly collapsed, he struggled violently, his voice was very sharp: "Liar! Big liar! Mom said she would come to pick me up! You lied to me! I hate you!"

Bruce was afraid that he would hurt himself, so he could only hug him hard, and Jing Mo's nails scratched his face a few times without paying attention.

But Jing Mo beat him like crazy: "I want my mother! I want my mother! You lied to me! My mother will come to pick me up!"

Even though he said so, Jing Mo actually knew that it was impossible for his father to lie to him.

However, just because he knew it clearly, he couldn't accept it even more.

His heart was empty, helplessness and panic filled him, and even taking a breath, his chest was tight and uncomfortable.

There seemed to be something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't control himself.

I just vented myself to my father crazily.

"I want my mother! I want my mother!" After a storm of venting, Jing Mo's tone softened, and he seemed to realize that he could only rely on his father now: "Dad, will you take me home? Mom will definitely I'm too busy to pick me up, can you take me home? Please."

Bruce didn't speak, just pressed Jing Mo in his arms.

Jing Mo's tone was soft, even a little humble: "Otherwise, Dad, you can call Mom, and I'll just talk to Mom. Dad, please, I will be obedient, and I won't lose my temper again. I am not a picky eater anymore, I will go to school obediently, I am already 4 years old, Dad, I want to spend my birthday with my mother."

The cloth on Bruce's chest was soaked by Jing Mo's tears, and he suddenly felt that he was too cruel before.

Hope is the most painful thing. If Jing Mo had told the truth early in the morning, he would not have heard the bad news on his birthday.

"Sorry." Sorry for keeping it from you for so long.

Jing Mo was held in his father's arms. He originally liked his father's warm embrace the most, but today he felt cold.

Jing Mo grabbed his father's clothes and lost control of his emotions again, like a wolf cub who has lost everything, wanting to vent all his helplessness, grievances, and despair.

Ah Fu rubbed the corners of his eyes, he was getting older, he thought that he would not cry because of something after seeing off Master Thomas and Mrs Martha.

He also didn't expect that the young master who had a particularly good sleep quality would wake up in the middle of the night, and happened to overhear the conversation between himself and the master.

Everyone knows that it is inevitable to tell Jing Mo about this, but there are people who don't want to be this villain.

Maybe this is the best way, there is no need to face inner condemnation, no need to organize words, no need to escape Jing Mo's eyes.

On Song Jingmo's 4th birthday, he "lost" his mother forever.

He'd passed out from crying, and Bruce couldn't even move a step away from him the next day.

After Jingmo woke up, he became silent. He no longer ran around wildly, played happily, communicated with others, and did not eat or drink.

He seemed to be competing with someone, he wanted to try if his mother would show up if he starved to death.

He sat on the sofa in a daze, and then cried uncontrollably.

For a whole day, Jing Mo didn't drink a drop of water, her beautiful big eyes were swollen from crying, and her lips were chapped.

Bruce and Afu were in a hurry. If it was Dick Jason, or even Damian, Bruce would slap him and put the water glass in front of him.

But Jingmo has just turned 4 years old, he can neither be beaten nor scolded, and he won't listen to reason, even the words of lying to children like becoming a star to protect you have appeared more than once in Jingmo's storybook twice.

When Bruce was in a state of desperation, Natasha came to perform a mission near Gotham, and stopped by to see the baby after she succeeded.

Natasha, who was born as a spy agent, is very good at psychology. When Ah Fu welcomed her in, he told her about the situation. Natasha sighed: "Let me try."

No one knew what Natasha and Jingmo said. After Natasha left, Jingmo left the room: "Grandpa Fu, I want porridge."

Alfred quickly wiped the corner of his eyes, nodded: "The porridge will be here soon." Then he hid in the kitchen.

Jing Mo looked at Bruce, and cried out with a flick of his mouth: "Dad, I miss Mom."

It's still the same sentence, but Bruce knows that Jingmo has gradually accepted the reality.

He drank the porridge made by Ah Fu, tears fell into the bowl, and cried while eating.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Jing Mo also gradually stopped crying.

The grief and pain of losing a loved one cannot be resolved by any psychologist. Only time can slowly dilute the longing for the loved one.