I thought I could have a good night's sleep with my son at night, but at two o'clock in the morning, a phone call made me shout out from the bed and I had to go to the office to continue my efforts.
In the early morning call
After thinking about it, I disturbed others' sleep
disturbed others' dreams
When I got up, I didn't dare to turn on the lights because I was afraid of disturbing my son's sleep, so I went out quietly and met another colleague who happened to go downstairs. The two of them greeted each other in the dark night and went to the office to be busy.
When I was busy and stupid, a cry suddenly came from a quiet night. I listened carefully and said, it was my own son! Oh my god! Why did he wake up this night? Still running out? I heard too many older colleagues explain the example of their children crying out of the house to look for their mother when they wake up in the morning when they can’t find their mother when they don’t wear clothes. The helpless scene in my mind instantly showed the helpless scene of my son looking for his mother on campus with his bare butt. At the same time, I hurriedly left the seat to respond to my son. After going out, I comforted my son with my voice: "Son doesn't cry, mom is here!" Looking at the dark night outside, I hurried back and took my phone and turned on the flashlight to pick up my son.
was in a panic and finally met with his son and took photos back and forth with a flashlight. Fortunately, he was dressed neatly, except for his shoes being worn in reverse, it was all good. It was just too cold at night and he didn’t have to wear a coat when he came out. I don’t know how long I had been looking for me on campus, but I must have gone to my office to look for it because the lights in my office are on!
After receiving my son, he took him to the office where I worked overtime. The son was still sobbing and hugging his son for a long time before he let him go aside and continued to be busy.
My son, who is not as young as four, can't stop his hands and feet. After a while, he flipped a lot of things and kept interrupting my busy thoughts. Finally, he pulled his son to his side again and looked at him and said, "Son, can you go back to the house to sleep first? You will affect your mother's work here, so that it will take a long time for the mother to finish. Can you go back to the house to wait for your mother first? There are also some cold here. Can you wait for your mother to lie in bed? Mom won't run away, and she won't want my son's [smile]." After hearing this, my son said nothing, and left my arms without saying anything, walked towards the door and opened the door, and I hurriedly followed.
Back to the dormitory, watching my son get into bed and get into bed, I plan to talk to my son again, but my son said, "Mom, go and do your business, I'll wait for you to come back in bed!" After hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. The child is really a little angel sent by God!
After all, it was already past five o'clock. When I returned to the dormitory, I saw that the light was still on and my son was asleep. Even so, I said to my son's quiet sleeping face, "Son, mom is back!"
While queuing for nucleic acid, the son looked at the person in front of him curiously
