It only took Yan Xiaotong a quarter of an hour to return to the inn. When he returned, he pushed open Tian Xiangyu's room. Feng Yuze heard the door open and sat up from the bed, watching Yan Xiaotong walk in with a puzzled look on his face.
"Little boy, why don't you rest?"
"Dad, aunt, are you here?" Yan Xiaotong asked nervously.
He didn't want her to be in bed, because doing so would prove that the person who stole Yixin was his aunt, which meant that she was his mother, but Yan Xiaotong was disappointed.
"Yes, yes, sleeping like a pig." Feng Yuze glanced at the sleeping Tian Xiangyu and said.
"Oh..." Yan Xiaotong replied with some disappointment, is she really not her mother? But who stole 'Yixin'?
Could it be that my mother entered the secret room of the auction house and stole "Issin"? Then will she take action to find the other two?
But he always felt like something was wrong. He couldn't tell exactly where it was.
"Xiaotong, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Tian Xiangyu sleeping soundly, Feng Yuze lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and then came to Yan Xiaotong's side. Looking at the lost Yan Xiaotong, Feng Yuze felt his heart tighten and feel very uncomfortable.
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"The little boy misses his mother." Yan Xiaotong threw himself into Feng Yuze's arms, tears welling up in his eyes. He really missed his mother.
At first, he thought that his aunt was his mother, but she was not. Although her aura was similar, her personality was different. Her mother was more indifferent, she was too lively, and her eyes were not the same.
Even if a person has no memory and cannot remember who she is, her temperament and eyes will never change, so she will not be her mother.
So where is the mother? He is sure that the mother is not dead, but where will the mother be? Why should she avoid him?
Yan Xiaotong thought about it as big tears fell down, hitting Feng Yuze's clothes and neck.
Feeling the wet tears, Feng Yuze's heart trembled, her heart clenched tightly, and her hands unconsciously hugged Yan Xiaotong tightly.
"Little boy, she will be fine." The smile of a woman in red flashed in his mind, and he blurted out.
"Dad..." Yan Xiaotong raised his eyes and stared at Feng Yuze closely.
"What's wrong? Xiaotong?" Feng Yuze came back to his senses and saw Yan Xiaotong staring at him closely and reaching out to touch his face. Could it be that there was something on his face?
"You...you think of your mother?" Yan Xiaotong asked uncertainly, otherwise why would his father say that just now?
"Well, there is a woman in red who keeps passing by in front of me. I wonder if it is because her smile makes dad worried." Feng Yuze said, covering his heart with his hands.
He looked at her smile, but felt a hint of sadness and sadness.
That smile made his heart clench violently, as if he had been thrown to the ground and ravaged.
He knew that all his memories would be restored soon, so he had to find an opportunity. As long as he found this opportunity, his memories would definitely be restored.
"Dad, that's my mother. Only my mother likes to wear red..." Yan Xiaoxiao's eyes darkened before she finished speaking. Not only did her mother love wearing red, but her aunt also seemed to like wearing red.
Why? Why does she look like her mother in so many places? Why does she have to be so similar?
But no, no, she is not my mother, not my mother!
Yan Xiaotong shook his head, and tears fell from his eyes again. He was now helpless and sad.
Did my mother take ‘One Heart, One Heart’?
Be of one mind and never separate.
This sentence burst out from the bottom of my heart, making Yan Xiaotong feel like his brain was about to explode.
"Little boy, little boy!" Feng Yuze shook the unconscious Yan Xiaotong.
"Well..." Tian Xiangyu woke up from her sleep when she heard the noise. She stretched out her hand to rub her eyes and tilted her head to look at the place where the sound came from.
"What's going on?" Tian Xiangyu jumped off the bed and looked at Feng Yuze and asked.