"Um, Nian Nian, don't worry about the Gu family. Didn't the police find no record of Lu Nanqing leaving the country? Maybe she didn't leave, but just went out to relax."
Mrs. Si returned and sat on the other side of Mr. Si, completely isolating him from Si Niannian.
"She has been pampered by your Grandpa Lu since she was a child. She has never experienced any setbacks. Now that her husband's family has suddenly lost power and gone bankrupt, and they have severed ties with her a long time ago, it is understandable that she can't bear it for a while."
Mr. Si was puzzled, "Huh? Old lady, don't you despise Lu Nanqing the most, why do you seem to be speaking for her now?"
"It's my business to dislike her, but I can't doubt a mother's love for her child just because of this. That's the flesh that fell from Lu Nanqing's body, with broken bones and tendons. You men, don't know."
Mrs. Si turned to look at Si Niannian, "I heard that before Lu Nanqing disappeared, she knelt in front of Lu's house for a long time. If this happened in the past, she would not have done such a thing even if a gun was held to her neck. The thing is, she is doing this for her child. If the Gu family falls, she has to find shelter for her child. As long as the identity of the grandson of the Lu family can be restored, the child will not have to worry about it in this life. Nian Nian, every mother in this world will They love their children, but they love their children in different ways.”
On this day, Si Niannian slept very late, lying in bed thinking about what happened today.
In his ears, Mrs. Si's words kept swirling.
She took out the diary from under the pillow and turned to the middle page.
There was a simplified sketch of a baby with text next to it.
'You in my dreams. '
"Mom, did you draw this picture because you dreamed of me? It's so beautiful."
Si Niannian touched her face. She couldn't remember what she looked like when she was a child, but she believed that it must be the one her mother drew.
A few days later, Chi Zhiyu took the exam.
Si Niannian came to the store early in the morning to help him prepare.
"Xiaoyu, have you brought your admission ticket?"
"Take it, master."
"Bring more water. If you are nervous, drink some to keep your throat moist."
"I understand, Master."
"Where's the guitar? Has it been tuned?"
"It was tuned last night, and I also wiped the guitar again. It's clean and dust-free."
Chi Zhiyu slung his guitar bag on his shoulder with a smile on his face, "Master, you don't have to worry about your disciple. I have prepared everything. Just wait for my good news."
Bian Churou and other employees stood aside and snickered.
"Churou, why are you laughing?" Si Niannian asked.
Bian Churou smiled again, "Miss Xiao, you seem to be more nervous than Chi Zhiyu himself. Before, Jintang dealt with our store like this, and when the store encountered other troubles, I never saw you showing such a serious expression. Come."
Other employees also nodded.
Zhao Bin also echoed, "Yes, Miss, you were not as nervous as you are now when you were taking the high school entrance examination."
Si Niannian ignored their teasing and insisted on checking all Chi Zhiyu's things before handing them over to him and letting him put them in the space.
"I am just an apprentice, and the art exam is a turning point in Xiaoyu's life. At the most critical moment, of course a master has to worry more. This is human nature."
Chi Zhiyu was very moved, and took advantage of Bu Chensu's absence to hug Si Nian Nian.
"Master, I will not let you down."
(End of chapter)