180 Mother

Deng Dong’s mood had calmed down a little. She looked at the cup of hot milk for a long time, her eyes empty and dull.

She waved her hand to dismiss the housekeepers and went to look after the baby.

Her tensed nerves seemed to relax a little.

“Qu Zhi, long time no see.” The pale woman held the cup with both hands, not having any intention of drinking. “I missed you so much.”

When she said this, Qu Zhi’s tears almost fell. How did such an adorable person become like this?

“I missed you too. Tell me, did that Du guy bully you?” In her impression, Du Hu was a good man. He was gentle in everything he said and did. He was a gentleman no matter how she looked at him.

However, if he was the one who forced Deng Dong into this state, Qu Zhi would never let him go.

No. Deng Dong sniffed the milk and put the glass down. “My husband loves me a lot. Everyone’s good to me. It’s nothing.”

She had lost weight after giving birth. She had no appetite and could not eat much.

At first, she could still draw and talk to her good friends in the studio and the band. However, her mother-in-law told her to close the studio, saying that a mother should look like a mother and not leave her child. Her husband said that he could handle the matters outside.

She coaxed and pestered her.

No matter how unwilling she was, she did as she was told and never picked up her brush again. She had also given up the band’s position to someone else. The cello was thrown into the storage room like a piece of junk and never made a sound again. She let her imagination run wild and lived like a walking corpse.

“Actually, when you’re free, you can still touch these things.” Qu Zhi felt that it was a good thing to have hobbies. It was good to be happy and relaxed when doing it. Deng Dong had been good at singing and dancing since he was a child. When they played together, they also sang and drew. How good was that?

Perhaps she should put all these things together?

Deng Dong shook his head, and two lines of tears rolled down again. “They said that the paint is poisonous and not good for breast milk. They also said that the sound of the cello was too loud and couldn’t hear the baby crying. They didn’t let me call either, saying that there’s radiation and that it’s not good for the child.”

In short, she couldn’t do anything and became a walking milk jar. No one cared if the milk jar was happy or not. Everyone only cared if there was something in the milk jar that the child wanted.

Qu Zhi was stunned and did not know how to comfort her.

At that time, Huang Qing had also said this. She said she couldn’t read or do anything. In the last few days when Chuchu was about to give birth, she counted peanuts every day and her mental state wasn’t very good.

No wonder she hadn’t heard from her for so long.

Qu Zhi touched Deng Dong’s slender and bony fingers, feeling a little heartache.

“I don’t think I’m a good mother.” Deng Dong suddenly looked up at Qu Zhi with tears in his eyes. “I don’t love this child anymore. Is it normal for me to be like this?”

As she stared at her, Qu Zhi felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She couldn’t remember if she had loved them when she gave birth. She had also given her all in the past. She only thought that this was what a mother should do, but she forgot that she wasn’t born a mother. She was also human.

Did a qualified mother have to give up everything and selflessly give everything to her child?

At least, that was what the public thought.

This was how the books were written, how the movies were shot, and how the people around him did it.

“No, I’m the same. It’s hard being a mother.” Qu Zhi hugged her and gently patted her back. “I have a very good nanny. Without her, I’ll have a hard time. No one can survive all this time alone, and no one is born to love their children.”

For example, Huang Qing, for example, her past life.

It was said that children were a piece of their own flesh, but in fact, they were a piece of fatty meat.

What she was doing now was so that her child could “repay” her in the future.

“Thank you,” she said. Deng Dong slowly calmed down in her arms.

Qu Zhi sighed in her heart.

A person had to be sure that they were themselves and not the character, and they couldn’t be too immersed in the character.

“I’m sorry, I need to go to the bathroom.” Deng Dong stood up in a panic and Qu Zhi saw a water stain on her leg.

Deng Dong walked further and further away, but her sobs became louder and louder, and finally turned into wailing.

She had peed.

This meant that even if there was a chance in the future, she would never be able to return to the spotlight as a violinist.