Yuan's mother hugged her, crying deeply.
Yuan Qingling slapped herself twice. She made her mother sad and her family sad.
She let go of her mother, and quickly asked: "Where is my father? Where is my brother? Where is grandma?"
Mother Yuan wiped her tears and looked at her and said, "They all went to work, and your grandma was hospitalized. After you left, she was in poor health. She was in the hospital almost all year."
"Oh my God," Yuan Qingling stood up immediately, "I'm going to see grandma in the hospital. Which hospital does she live in?"
"It's at a hospital in the city. Okay, mom will take you there." Mother Yuan went to get her mobile phone, "I want to call your father, call your brother, and tell them that you are back, you wait, you wait... "
Yuan Qingling felt that the sky was spinning, and the voice in her ears gradually lost, but she suddenly heard a stern cry, "Qing'er, Qing'er, where are you? Where are you?"
"Mom!" she cried out in surprise.
"Yuan, Yuan, wake up, wake up, why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?" Yu Wenhao hugged her, and when she saw her crying so hard, he yelled out in his dream.
Yuan Qingling opened her eyes and saw Yu Wenhao's anxious face. She felt like a world away, "Fifth? Where is my mother? Where is my mother?"
She pushed him away, lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, shouting frantically, "No, why is it here again? I want to see my mother, my grandma is in the hospital, I want to see her, the fifth child, I want to go back, I want Go back..."
Yu Wenhao was so scared that he hugged her quickly, "Lao Yuan, you have a dream, you have a nightmare, don't be afraid, I am here, I am here."
"No, I saw my mother. My mother is very sad. My mother is sick. She has always been so strong because of me. She is sick. She is sick..." Yuan Qingling cried like a madman, slapping Yu Wenhao on the shoulder. "You let me go, I want to go back, I want to go back to find them."
"Yuan, Yuan Qingling, calm down," Yu Wenhao was very frightened when she heard what she said, "You are not allowed to go anywhere, you can only stay by my side and you are not allowed to go."
Yuan Qingling let out a desperate cry, "Fifth, you don't understand, my mother is sick, she is such a strong person, she is sick, she doesn't even go to class... She calls me again, listen, she Calling me."
Yu Wenhao's hand knife landed on the back of her neck, and she fell softly in his arms, Yu Wenhao hugged her and held her tightly, panicking beyond words.
When Yuan Qingling woke up again, it was already early the next day.
Yu Wenhao hugged her to sleep. He didn't close his eyes all night. When she woke up, she met his anxious and flustered eyes.
"Yuan!" He gently stroked her face, "Is it better?"
Yuan Qingling got up slowly. After the hangover, her head was very painful and swollen. She tapped her head with her hand, "Am I drunk?"
"Well, you are drunk." His eyes scanned her face. "How do you feel now?"
"Headache!" Yuan Qingling was a little annoyed, "I knew that I would not drink anymore, I blamed Princess Ji."
"Yes, I blame her." Yu Wenhao murmured, his eyes were foggy.
Yuan Qingling shook his dizzy mind for a moment, settled, and said, "I seem to be dreaming."
Yu Wenhao retracted his hand in horror, "No, you didn't dream."
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "How do you know if I have a dream?"
"I... I didn't sleep all night. Looking at you, you fell asleep deeply." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling smiled, "I can dream even if I sleep deeply."
Yu Wenhao looked at her, "Then you... Do you remember what you dreamed of?"
Yuan Qingling thought for a while and shook her head, "I can't remember, I just remember that feeling, it's a sad feeling."
"That must be a nightmare, don't think about it." Yu Wenhao said quickly.
Yuan Qing Ling said, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "I'll go see the dim sum."
"I'll accompany you." Yu Wenhao got out of bed quickly, holding her wrist with one hand, "Wait for me."
Yuan Qing Ling looked back at him in surprise, "I have to wait for you? Just go directly, it's next door."
Yu Wenhao said, "Let's go with you. You haven't washed your face yet. The smell of alcohol in your body smokes the snacks."
Yuan Qing Ling smiled and said, "Really, how did you endure it last night? Are you drunk?"
"I'm half drunk, it's okay." Yu Wenhao said.
Man'er knocked on the door, "His Royal Highness, Princess, do you need to be on your side?"
"Go fetch water." Yu Wenhao said.
"Yes!" Man'er stepped back.
Because of Yuan Qingling's habit, dressing does not require people to wait for him. Therefore, the young master Yu Wenhao does not need to be waited for by people.
Yuan Qing Ling walked over with a smile, "You said you weren't drunk. You were more drunk than me last night? You can't even dress."
She stretched out her hand to fasten his inner garment, and then put on the coat. The brocade material made him look tall and straight, and Yushu was in the wind, "Why always look at me? Is there anything on my face?"
Seeing his eyes burning, Yuan Qingling couldn't help but touch his face subconsciously.
Yu Wenhao shook his head and hugged her and whispered, "Yuan, promise me that no matter what happens, no matter who calls you, or no matter where you are, you must do everything possible to come back to me and to the child."
"Where do I go?" Yuan Qing Ling smiled.
"No matter where I go." Yu Wenhao emphasized, "You must do everything possible to come back to me. I can't live without you."
Yuan Qingling smiled and nodded, "Okay, I see, how come I become clingy after being drunk? You are the prince, okay?"
"I just became the emperor, so I have to stick to you." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling looked at the nostalgia in his eyes, "Okay, no one is allowed to let go first."
"You can't go back on what you said." Yu Wenhao's heart still wasn't settled, panic eroded a little bit.
Maner Luya and Qiluo came in and waited on them, mainly combing their hair and putting on makeup.
Yuan Qingling looked in the mirror, Man'er's skillful hands were slowly fascinating her, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind, the woman standing in front of the closet's floor mirror, jeans, white loose T-shirt, tied With the ponytail, she turned her head and saw her mother's piercing eyes.
She was shocked and turned over the powder box.
"What's the matter?" Yu Wenhao looked over immediately, his eyes full of worries.
Yuan Qingling slowly forced her tears back, her lips trembled and smiled, "It's okay."
Guangshi, inside the Yuan family's house.
Mother Yuan woke up on the sofa, she jumped up all over, "Qing'er!"
The photo frame on her body fell to the ground with a "bang" sound. She looked down slowly, and saw the girl in the photo smiling in the spring breeze, as if she was about to fly. She picked it up and covered her chest. Come on, tears are streaming down your face, "Qing'er, have you come back? If there are real ghosts in this world, you can come back and let your mother see you."