Yan Bingtong was ill, top-heavy, extremely weak, and confused.
She never dared to think or hope that the daughter she longed for would appear in Shenyue City.
Therefore, when she first saw Qing Ge, Yan Bingtong thought she was hallucinating, and actually felt that the maid who came in looked like Qing Ge.
When Qingge knelt on the edge of the bed and held her hand, tears streaming down her face, Yan Bingtong's heart was being hit hard.
She was lying on the bed with a jade pillow as her head, looking sideways at Qingge.
She raised her hand tremblingly, caressing Qing Ge's cheek, a little disbelieving, and murmured to herself, "Ge'er...my Ge'er?"
"Mother, it's me." Qingge repeated.
Yan Bingtong sat up suddenly, holding Qingge's shoulders, looking at Qingge in disbelief.
Yan Bingtong's eyes turned red, and hot tears fell slowly.
"Silly boy, why are you so stupid? Why are you coming here when Shenyue is so dangerous?" Yan Bingtong knew that the difficulty behind Ye Qingge's appearance in Shenyue City was unimaginable.
Qing Ge nestled in Yan Bingtong's arms. The feeling of satisfaction at this moment was a treasure that could not be replaced by tens of billions of dollars and stones.
The mother who was lost and found.
God has been so good to her.
Qingge rubbed her little head in Yan Bingtong's arms, ruffling her three thousand silver hair, "I miss my mother."
In one sentence, Yan Bingtong had mixed feelings in her heart.
"It's my mother's fault. It's my fault as a mother. It's all my fault that you've suffered so much. My mother will definitely protect you from now on." Yan Bingtong said tightly.
Hug and sing softly.
Jiu Ci looked at the warm scene and raised her thin lips, forming a smile.
Jiu Ci thought that he was the forgotten child, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
The scariest thing is forgetting, isn't it?
No, to be precise, it's not forgetfulness, but non-existence.
No one remembers his existence.
When Jiu Ci turned around and walked out of the house, Qing Ge suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiu Ci's wrist.
Jiu Ci looked at Qing Ge in surprise. After Yan Bingtong got excited, she also noticed Jiu Ci.
She looked at Jiu Ci with a bit of confusion in her eyes.
Qingge wiped away the tears from her eyes, stood up, and pulled Jiuci in front of Yan Bingtong, "Mother, let me introduce to you, this is your son, Ye Jiuci."
Compared with Mo Jiuci, Jiuci prefers the surname Ye, which sounds like a sense of belonging.
Jiu Ci stood at a loss, his body stiff and his face tense. He didn't know how to face Yan Bingtong. He wanted to run away, but he also looked forward to an encouraging and gentle look and a warm embrace.
"Son..." Yan Bingtong was confused.
Yes, for twenty years, she only knew that she had a daughter. Today, twenty years later, someone suddenly told her that she had a son. Her first reaction was extreme shock.
Jiu Ci lowered his lonely and disappointed eyes, and looked out the door stubbornly.
Qing Ge explained: "I didn't know that my mother gave birth to a daughter like me and a brother. But my brother was taken away by the void and thrown into a mass grave. Fortunately, he was picked up..."
Qingge keeps the story short and tries to explain the whole story in detail.
Yan Bingtong was stunned, surprised, and then filled with guilt.
Yan Bingtong held Jiuci's hand and said, "Mom, I'm sorry for you, child."
When he came into contact with Yan Bingtong, Jiu Ci was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but was a little reluctant to let go.
Jiu Ci looked at Yan Bingtong complicatedly. As their eyes crossed, Jiu Ci quickly looked elsewhere.
Yan Bingtong seemed to have been blown by the cold wind coming from the window lattice outside the door, and it seemed that her body was tired, and it was more likely caused by emotional excitement. However, Yan Bingtong's eyelids were heavy, her eyeballs drooped as if they were on fire, and her body was swaying.
Fall forward.
Jiu Ci's heart suddenly rose to his throat.
Jiuci hugged Yan Bingtong and looked back at the open door and window. The original spiritual energy spread, and the next moment, the door and windows were all closed.
Jiuci wrapped Yan Bingtong in a quilt and gently helped Yan Bingtong lie down on the bed.
Seeing this, Qingge smiled knowingly.
What a lovely brother.
"You have never thought that since you have a son, my presence would be unnecessary." Jiuci turned his back and looked in the direction of the window, his eyes gradually getting moist.
See, this family and this world were never ready to accept him.
His appearance seemed unnecessary and unprepared.
Thinking about this, Jiu Ci became increasingly sad.
He longs for family affection and only has no grudges when facing his sister.
Because he knows that his sister has lived a very hard life these years. He is the brother, and he must protect his sister, even if it costs his life.
When facing his parents and relatives, Jiu Ci seems to be unable to overcome the hurdle.
Countless times when no one was around, Jiu Ci would wonder why other children had parents but he had none.
He even resented Uncle Mo, why did he save someone who should have died?
He didn't know why Uncle Mo didn't tell him the news about his relatives as early as possible and had to wait until this year.
Yan Bingtong coughed a few times, and when she heard Jiuci's words, her heart felt like tearing pain.
Indeed, as Jiu Ci said, even if Jiu Ci is a relative, he was even more surprised when he learned the news about Jiu Ci.
For decades, I never thought about it.
Jiuci let go of Yan Bingtong's hand.
Qing Ge looked at Jiu Ci's profile and did not persuade him.
Jiu Ci has entered a dead end, but Qingge believes that Jiu Ci will definitely be able to get out of it.
Jiu Ci refused to look back at Yan Bingtong. Yan Bingtong smiled bitterly and raised his hand, trying to grab Jiu Ci's sleeve, but finally grabbed Jiu Ci's sleeve.
"Ci'er, I'm so sorry, mother lost you." Yan Bingtong burst into tears.
She is so incompetent that she cannot even protect her own children.
Yan Bingtong coughed violently.
Jiuci didn't answer Yan Bingtong's words and walked out.
The sleeve that Yan Bingtong held in his hand finally came to nothing.
Yan Bingtong's heart ached even more.
Not long after, Jiuci came back again, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
Jiu Ci sat on the edge of the bed, supported Yan Bingtong, and took a sip of tea, "If you were lost, you were lost. Didn't I find it by myself? You just lost me. How could you not protect your sister?"
. You yourself are the same. You are such an old man and you still don’t know how to take care of yourself. What to do if you get some kind of disease? I also hope that you will live a long life and find me a girl from a good family to be my wife."
Qing Ge is helpless, Jiu Ci has always been like this, he speaks with a sharp tongue and a mean heart.
After Yan Bingtong drank a glass of water, her relationship with Jiu Ci became closer and closer.
Yan Bingtong's hands held Qingge's and Jiuci's hands respectively, "You are both my mother's children."
Jiu Ci turned around, "Could it be that it could still be Lao Wang's next door?"
Qingge: "..." Why does my brother deserve to be beaten so much?
Qing Ge seriously doubted that Jiu Ci would not be able to find a wife if he continued like this.