At this moment, the little ball was tugging at her clothes, and the soft black hair was rubbing against her front.
"Mom...Dad really won't want us, right?"
"No, don't think so wildly."
"But why doesn't dad answer mom's call? Dad... never fails to answer mom's call... "
"You're too busy. Your father is a hero who saves lives and heals the wounded."
"I don't want my father to be a hero, I want my father to be by my side now...Mom, will I die?"
"Shut up, if you keep talking nonsense I'll beat you up now."
Yan Nian directly put on the brim of Jiang Qingchi's hat, pressed his head, and put it into his arms.
The son cried, his little shoulders trembling, which was heartbreaking.
Yan Nian's heart was also twitching, and he turned to look out the window. It was still raining outside, and the edges and corners of the window were covered with raindrops. The air was so dull that it made people breathless.
She stared at the window, where her embarrassed face was reflected, and an image suddenly flashed through her mind.
It was also such a rainy day, and it was also such a dark night. The road was long, and a thin and tall figure, carrying her on his back, ran in the same rainy night.
"Brother Jiang Ting, will I die?"
"Won't."
"But I'm so dizzy, I feel like I'm really going to die..."
"The God of Death wouldn't dare take a girl as surly as you."
"Then who dares to ask for it?"
“…”
The scene stopped abruptly.
What echoed in her mind was that slender figure. The boy's back was strong, not very broad, but very warm.
It was so warm that she could feel the warmth at this moment.
It was so warm that it seemed like that deep and determined voice was still echoing in her ears, so cold and straightforward, yet so caring about her.
"Mother… "
Until Jiang Qingchi in her arms pulled her sleeves.
His little red face, his chin raised slightly, looked at her in confusion.
Yan Nian asked what happened.
Jiang Qingchi blinked, "Why are you crying?"
"Really? This is rain."
Yan Nian raised his hand and wiped the wet corners of his eyes.
"Does mom miss dad?"
"Well, kind of, your dad won't let us go unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Unless he doesn't love me anymore."
That boy has loved her since he was eighteen years old.
Only a little bit of memory was restored, whether it was running in the rain or his straight back, it was all about his calm gentleness.
So unless Jiang Beiyuan no longer loves her, Yan Nian doesn't believe that he will abandon her and his son.
Although, he really owed her some explanations.
"Can mom call dad again?"
Meeting his son's expectant eyes, Yan Nian couldn't refuse.
Mother and son were connected. At that time, the eyes of both mother and son were filled with equal arcs of expectation.
No matter what.
Along with the "beep beep..." sounds on the other end of the phone, the light in the two pairs of eyes dimmed little by little.
"Mom, I hate dad a little bit. Why did he send mom and me away and didn't answer mom's call? He really doesn't want us anymore..."
"My phone must be broken, I'll call your godmother!"
Yan Nian didn't know what he wanted to prove, so he immediately called Ding Baoyi, and the call was quickly connected.
Ding Baoyi was at home and the signal was very good, so she asked Yan Nian what was wrong.
Yan Nian sighed and briefly explained the current situation to Ding Baoyi.
"Okay, I'll go to the Central Hospital to wait for you two!"
(End of chapter)