In the afternoon, Yan Nian sent Jiang Qingchi to the aunt next door, and then went to the funeral home to register Ma Xueyan's name, age, home address, and determine the time of cremation.
Her hands were shaking as she wrote.
It was the first time that I felt that death was so close to me.
However, she will bury Ma Xueyan's ashes under this house in accordance with her last wish.
So it was dark when we came back.
Yan Nian took his son back from his neighbor's house and gave him three hundred yuan.
The other party doesn’t want it.
Yan Nian insisted on giving it, and then the other party accepted it.
"This kid is quite good."
The neighbor's aunt liked Jiang Qingchi very much, and then sighed.
"How wonderful it would be if Xue Yan lived a long time!"
None of the neighbors knew that Yan Nian was not Ma Xueyan's biological daughter.
Yan Nian didn't say anything more and hugged his son back.
She had locked Ma Xueyan's bedroom and told her son not to let him in.
Jiang Qingchi asked why.
"Because grandma is asleep. She is going to take a long, long, long nap."
"Mom, let's not disturb grandma. Let's go back to find dad, okay?"
The little guy pulled Yan Nian's sleeve, and the golden beans kept falling down.
"Mom, I miss my dad. When it rains outside, I miss my dad. I'm afraid that my dad will go out to catch cats again and no one will be with him."
The soft voice and the wet eyes made Yan Nian want to cry just looking at him.
"Okay, mom, let's say goodbye to grandma properly, and then we'll go back."
"Mom, I want to go back now... I miss my dad, I really want my dad to be with me... "
I don't know what happened to my son today. He kept crying while talking. Yan Nian felt very uncomfortable when he saw it.
He carried him back to his room, patted his back to comfort him, and said he would be back soon.
The little guy rubbed Yan Nian's clothes and kept crying, "Mom, I'm so afraid that dad won't want us... I haven't seen dad in three days..."
"Dad is a little busy, but he must miss you very much, and of course he misses me very much."
Yan Nian said and touched his son's face.
Then I was stunned!
Rubbing his forehead along his little face.
One piece is piping hot.
"Er, do you have a fever?"
Putting Jiang Qingchi on the bed, Yan Nian hurriedly found the thermometer.
However, after searching for a while, she couldn't find it, and she didn't know where Ma Xueyan put the thermometer. She was at a loss.
Jiang Qingchi had had fever before, but not many times. Jiang Beiyuan took care of him.
He is a doctor and knows both Chinese and Western medicine. When the child has a fever, he takes the temperature, listens to the heartbeat, and prepares medicine for Jiang Qingchi, everything is done in an orderly manner.
Now on her side, without Jiang Beiyuan, she couldn't even find a thermometer.
Yan Nian was a little distracted, so he went to the kitchen and quickly cooked some vegetable porridge, thinking that it would make the child feel better.
But the little guy vomited immediately after taking a sip.
Her face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes were moist, and she pulled Yan Nian's clothes pitifully...
"Mom, I'm a little dizzy, shall we go find dad?"
"Okay, okay, go find dad and go back now!"
How could he care so much now? When he touched Jiang Qingchi's forehead, it was even hotter than before. Without a thermometer, he must have a fever and there was no need to run.
Yan Nian wrapped Jiang Qingchi in his coat, then hugged him and left his hometown.
It's raining outside now, so it's impossible to get a taxi.
This is a development zone relatively far from the city. There are no hospitals nearby. Moreover, it is already dark and taxis have stopped picking up passengers for a long time.
The raindrops fell slantingly, and the rain was long. Yan Nian stood on the side of the road blankly, his hair was soaked. He looked around at the long night and could not see a car on the endless road.
The little guy lying in front of her was jumping around before, but now he was very sick. He just sat motionless in his mother's arms and just kept mumbling about looking for his father.
The soft and helpless voice made Yan Nian's heart hurt. She covered the child's hat and lifted him up. She called Jiang Beiyuan more than once.
Toot toot…
No one got through...
Several times of expectation, several times of anxiety, and many times of disappointment.
Jiangbeiyuan, Jiangbeiyuan...
Why don't you answer the phone
(End of chapter)