After Nangong Yi returned home, the food was already placed on the table, but Qingyu was not in the house.
Nangong Yi thought she was resting in the room, so he gently pushed open the door of her room, but there was still no one inside.
"Mom!" Nangong Yi called her outside Xiaozhu, thinking that she should be nearby.
Qingyu heard the child's voice, restrained the darkness in his eyes, and turned around and walked towards the source of the sound.
"Yi'er!" She responded when she saw that he was about to run to the front to find her.
Hearing the sound, the little guy turned around and ran towards her.
"Mom, where have you been?" he asked, looking at her with her head that was not retracted, and found that her pupils were red, as if she had cried.
"Mom, are you crying?" he asked again, his eyebrows furrowed.
Qingyu shook his head and replied, "No, the sand blew into his eyes just now." He also touched his hot and red cheeks and asked, "Have you just returned?"
Nangong Yi nodded. Seeing her now, she always felt a little uncomfortable. She felt that she had cried, but she didn't admit it.
"Mom, let's go back." He said, his warm little hands holding her tenderness.
Qingyu nodded and asked while walking, "Have you found that little rabbit?"
When Nangong Yi heard her question, his eyes were stunned and then replied, "No, I have been searching for it for a long time but haven't found it."
Qingyu didn't suspect that he was lying. This child never lied to her forever.
"Maybe it's fine, you don't have to worry." Qingyu said, comforting him.
Nangong Yi felt uncomfortable, and he seemed to feel guilty.
"Mom, have you gone to the temple today?" he asked, thinking that he would not go to Nangong Lu to learn martial arts tomorrow.
Qingyu responded softly, and Jing Chen's face appeared in front of him. This man was exactly the same as Nangong Che when he was young, but he was not him, and the man in his heart would not survive again.
Thinking of this, her heart began to surging. She said, "Yi'er, if your mother is not by your side, you should be as happy as you are now, and get along well with your brother, do you know?"
Nangong Yi obediently nodded his head, but regarded this as her instructions, and said, "Mom, don't worry."
Qingyu pulled the corner of her mouth slightly, feeling a little comforted.
After the mother and son returned to their residence, Qingyu just ate a little bit, but his appetite was not very good.
Although Nangong Yi is a child, he feels very sensitive. He just thinks something is wrong with her today.
In the evening, he specially cooked some sweet water and brought it to Qingyu's room. At that time, she sat in front of the dressing table and was in a daze.
"Mom, what's wrong with you today? Are you worried?" the child asked standing beside her.
Qingyu shook his head and replied, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired."
Nangong Yi raised his hand and touched her forehead, but there was no fever. He said, "Mom, can I sleep with you tonight?"
Qingyu agreed, "Okay."
She was very doting on this child, as if she wanted to compensate the child for all the feelings she had owed to Nangong Lin so that his childhood could be more worry-free.
Qingyu's eyes gradually became deeper and she was wondering, if one day she separated from them, would they miss her? Or would they blame her?
Thinking of this, she couldn't bear it anymore. The child is still young and must not be able to accept it.
One night, Qingyu lay on the couch with her son in her arms, and did not go out to pick up the camellia under the big tree.
The next day
Nangong Yi did not make any excuses to go out. Although he didn't know what happened to Qingyu, the mother and son were in love with each other, and he could feel something was wrong with her.
"Mom, will I accompany you to the temple today?" He said proactively, hoping that she would be happier.
"No need, I'll be back after cooking the incense." Qingyu replied. Until today, she did not tell the child who was the one who went to the temple to worship every day.
Just as Qingyu was about to go out, three guests came to Xiaozhu, namely Ling Yue, Jing Chen and Xiao E!
"Madam!" Ling Yue stood outside the fence and called her, thinking of her like a sister in her heart.
Jing Chen also nodded his head at her to show hello.
Qingyu's expression was stunned, but she didn't expect them to come back.
"Mom, who are they?" Nangong Yi asked, standing beside her, they lived here for so long, and no outsiders came to disturb them except Nangong Lin.
"Mother's friend." Qingyu replied, walking to the fence to open the door, and said, "Please come in."
Xiao'e said the most things on weekdays, but today, she didn't say a word.
"Yi'er, please pour some cups of tea for your mother, okay?" Qingyu looked at her son and ordered, and the four of them were sitting under the vineyard outside.
Nangong Yi nodded and looked at the three of them.
Ling Yue and Jing Chen also glanced at the little guy and felt that he was really similar to Nangong Lu. For this reason, they were a little sad. It was so pitiful that such a young child had lost his father.
"I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday." Qingyu spoke first, his voice a little low and hoarse.
Jing Chen wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not good for him to speak rashly, so he looked at Ling Yue.
"It's true that we are destined to be together. I didn't expect to meet my wife again here." Ling Yue understood it, and while opening the voice, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, hoping that this would make their conversation easier.
Qingyu also felt that the fate between them was very subtle. At that time, she thought she met by chance, but she didn't expect to meet again and again.
She nodded and her head, her eyes fell on Jing Chen again, and said, "Last time we met, I couldn't see my eyes. I never thought that you looked like an old friend I knew."
Only then did Jing Chen understand her behavior yesterday, it turned out that she really regarded him as someone else.
He swept the corner of his mouth and replied with a gentle face, "Madam, you don't have to worry about it. You can look similar to your wife's friends, which is also considered fate."
Qingyu shook her head, but instead seemed very serious. She said, "It's not similar. You guys are really similar. I didn't separate immediately. I'm really sorry."
She felt ashamed that she had been with Nangong Che for so many years, but now she still regards others as him.
Her expression at the moment also made Ling Yue and Jing Chen feel a little embarrassed. They could guess that her relationship with that man must be unusual, otherwise her emotions would not have been affected so much yesterday.
"Mom, the tea is coming." Nangong Yi walked over with tea.
Seeing this, Xiao E immediately went up to help him, and said, "Be careful, let me do it."