"It's not me! I'm that kind of person!"
"Who else could it be if I weren't you? You are the only one in our family who knows that I am pregnant!"
When she went to the hospital for a check-up, she went alone.
Except for Ding Baoyi and Jiang Qingchi, no one should know about this matter.
Ding Baoyi is not a big talker. She has been very busy with work recently. How could she have the mind to chat with Jiang Beiyuan.
So Yan Nian could only think of his son!
Jiang Qingchi covered his head, feeling extremely aggrieved, and glared at Yan Nian fiercely.
"Mom just accuses people casually without evidence! Mom is so annoying!"
When he said this, Yan Nian was speechless.
Suddenly he remembered that he was having trouble with Jiang Beiyuan because of the incident at the massage parlor.
Thinking of this, he quickly hugged his son and rubbed his little head.
"It's wrong, it's wrong. Hitting means kissing and scolding means loving. I hit you because I love you."
"snort!"
Jiang Qingchi didn't like Yan Nian's behavior. He folded his arms and turned his head away arrogantly.
"If mom doesn't let Nana come to our house for dinner, I won't be able to coax her, let me tell you."
"ah?"
Yan Nian let go of Jiang Qingchi in a daze.
"Nana...who is it again?"
The previous Cheng Huan was not enough, and the last love affair on the bus was not enough, so why is there an extra Nana
"Nana is a classmate in the next class. Oh, by the way, there are also Tiantian and Xiaomei. I promised them that I will invite them to our house as guests in the future, and let dad cook and mom be responsible for arranging flowers!"
"You brat! Did your father and mother teach you how to flirt with girls like this?"
I wanted to slap him again, but I held back.
It is true that my son is quirky and clever, but it is also true that he is philandering and glib!
Yan Nian is very afraid that he will turn into a playboy when he grows up!
…
When I returned to my hometown, many of the houses here had been renovated and turned into second-phase housing, and the greening was much better than before.
The road is a bit bumpy and there are many excavators around.
Jiang Qingchi saw the excavator for the first time and found it very novel.
"Mom, I want to drive this when I grow up. It looks so classy!"
Yan Nian was amused.
"Son, why don't we fly a plane? You'll be more handsome as the captain!"
As they talked, they arrived in front of their house.
This is a small western-style building with a spacious area, but it has been too old, so the walls have fallen off.
Her father, Yan Yuming, was in business before, and her family was well off. Their house was the largest and most luxurious in her hometown, otherwise she would not have been able to go to the best middle school in Ningcheng.
It is impossible to know Jiangbeiyuan.
Therefore, the material foundation determines the superstructure. The probability of Cinderella meeting a prince is very small to insignificant. If the family does not have any skills, it is really difficult to contact rich people.
If Yan Yuming were still alive, Yan Nian felt that their home would be bigger and more spacious now, and maybe Yan Yuming's company would develop into as big as Jiang Nian Group. In this case, she might become bigger than Jiangbeiyuan is even better.
"Mom... won't you open the door?"
His son's words brought Yan Nian back from his thoughts.
Only then did he realize that he had been standing at the door for a long time.
What people fear most is memories, seeing things and missing people, and many past events come to mind.
But the past does not include her and Jiang Ting's middle school days.
This is her regret.
The missing memory may also be her lifelong regret.
... Yan Nian opened the door and walked in with his son in his arms.
The smell of dust in the house was heavy, and the living room was empty.
He coughed twice, thinking that no one was at home, but the next second he saw his son pointing to the balcony—
"Mom, someone seems to be sitting there."
Seeing this, Yan Nian walked over with Jiang Qingchi in his arms.
A haggard old man sat on a wicker chair, with a worn-out cotton-padded jacket covering his legs.
Facing the sun, her face was pale and haggard, and a black knitted hat was placed on her head.
She held a cigarette in her hand, with smoke rings rising and blue-white threads surrounding her. At this moment, the old man stared motionless into the distance, as if he was asleep.
Yan Nian's nose felt sour, he pursed his lips, stepped forward and shouted:
"… mom."
(End of chapter)