Thinking about the unfinished cup of milk tea, Xiao Nuomi hugged the pillow and went out, "I'm going to find Grandma. Grandma will tell stories to lull her to sleep."
"It's so late, you're not allowed to go!"
Yu Wenhao stopped drinking.
Xiao Nuomi came back holding a pillow, "Daddy is too cruel, so I won't sleep anymore."
Yu Wenhao couldn't believe that Xiao Nuomi, who had always been well-behaved and obedient, actually knew how to threaten people. How disillusioned he was.
Hold your breath and wait until your mother wakes up to see if you will turn into popcorn.
He tried hard to force out a stiff and forced smile, "Dad is wrong, you go, go, tell stories to grandma."
Little Nuomi grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth, and jumped out holding the pillow.
Looking at the little glutinous rice, steamed buns and glutinous rice balls that are loved by thousands of people, they are dumbfounded and full of dissatisfaction.
"What are you looking at?
Just eat the useless things!"
Yu Wenhao glared at them fiercely, turned around and walked out.
The steamed stuffed buns and glutinous rice balls were immediately dejected, and they didn't dare to eat the meatballs, so they climbed into bed and went to sleep.
Guangshi.
Professor Yuan and the others waited until after one o'clock in the morning and finally saw the child slowly waking up.
"Wake up, wake up."
Brother Yuan turned around and shouted, then stretched out his big hand and grabbed the child's collar, pretending to be fierce: "Tell me, who brought you here?"
The child rubbed his eyes, a little stunned, then blinked, looked around with his gloomy eyes, and immediately jumped up and cheered, "I'm here, I'm here, let me just say, we are triplets, little Nuomi is suitable
I'm suitable too."
Professor Yuan was dumbfounded, "You...Xiao Nuomi?"
The child hugged Professor Yuan's legs and raised his head with eyes as bright as obsidian, "Grandpa, grandpa, I am a steamed stuffed bun, I am not a little glutinous rice. I got it, I got it."
After he finished speaking, he let go of Professor Yuan and ran back to the coffee table to find something to eat. He was so happy that he almost grinned.
Professor Yuan's lips trembled and he looked at Yuan's mother and brother Yuan, "What...what is going on?"
He said before that his name was Xiao Nuomi, Yu Wenhe."
Yuan's mother looked at him for a few times in surprise, then walked to him and whispered: "Such a young child, shouldn't he have multiple personality splits?"
"This..." Professor Yuan hesitated, "Then why not call the police!"
"Grandpa!"
Baozi was drinking milk tea and suddenly remembered his father's instructions, "Dad is very good to mom. Daddy doesn't kill many people. He kills enemies in wars. Only when the enemies die can he live. My dad is the prince."
These words made the couple both surprised and confused. Brother Yuan raised his fist and said, "Children are not allowed to lie. Who taught you to say these words?
Otherwise I will beat you."
"Uncle, I didn't lie, that's what dad said."
Baozi hugged the milk tea and hid aside. When he saw Yuan Qingling's photo on the wall, his eyes suddenly turned red, his mouth became flat, and he didn't even drink the milk tea. "I miss my mother."
The big eyes suddenly turned red, and tears filled them. She was indescribably pitiful and distressed. Mother Yuan was a soft-hearted person. Seeing this, she hurriedly came over and pushed Brother Yuan away, and said gently to Baozi: "I miss you, Mom."
Already?
Where did mom go?
You tell your mother-in-law and she can take you to find your mother."
Baozi's tears fell down, and his little face was glistening. He felt aggrieved and uncomfortable. "Mom went to bed and asked the abbot to come back for an injection, but the injection didn't come in. Dad asked us to come to the abbot to ask mom when we could get the injection. The injection was given.
Mom woke up."
"Fang Zhang?
Who is Fang Zhang?"
Yuan’s mother was stunned for a moment, “Is mom sick because she wants an injection?”
"My mother fell asleep while pregnant with my sister, and there was nothing shining in her brain. The abbot told her to sleep until she could wake up with an injection after research."
Baozi's little hands climbed up to Yuan's mother's neck, and his voice was soft and frightened, "Grandma, I'm afraid that mother won't come back."
Yuan's mother felt extremely uncomfortable after hearing this. She had also lost a close relative. Mother and child were connected to each other. This child was so young... No, no, didn't I just say that this child was an orphan?
She looked back at Professor Yuan, but Professor Yuan began to think thoughtfully, "Daughter-in-law, do you remember?
A while ago, someone named Fang Wu came to us and said that she was entrusted by Ling'er to take some confidential documents for research. Could it be that the Fang Zhang the child spoke of was Fang Wu?"
"Call and ask!"
Mother Yuan lost her voice and said.
Brother Yuan immediately took out his mobile phone. He had written down the woman's mobile phone number before and dialed it immediately after finding it.
"Hey, is this Fang Wu?
I have a situation here now. A child came to my house. He said his name was Nuomi and Baozi, and he said he was Ling'er's son... Ah, are you coming here?
Now?
Okay, okay, then come and we will wait for you.”
"How about it?"
Professor Yuan and Mother Yuan asked in unison.
Brother Yuan put down his cell phone, his eyes still full of astonishment, "She said she would come over right now, saying that this child is almost Ling'er's son."
"Oh my God!"
Mother Yuan murmured and turned back, looking at Baozi, tears bursting into her eyes, she squatted down and held Baozi's shoulders, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you really Ling'er's child?
Is he my grandson?"
Baozi looked at her and slowly wrinkled his little face. He was most afraid of the woman crying, so he reached out and patted her shoulder gently like an adult, and comforted her: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore."
At that moment, Yuan's mother burst into tears. God knows, everyone was telling her this and that, but she couldn't feel at ease. The pain of separation of flesh and blood, heart-wrenching day and night, how could she let go just based on other people's words?
This kind of heart-piercing pain?
Baozi suddenly became at a loss and looked up at Professor Yuan, "I...I didn't hit her."
Professor Yuan patted his wife's shoulder gently, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Okay, okay, I won't cry anymore."
None of the Yuan family are good at comforting people. The most powerful thing they can do is tap on the shoulder and say this sentence. Yuan's mother has heard it for decades, so she suddenly collapsed when Baozi said that comforting sentence.
When Baozi saw her crying harder and harder, he felt more and more uneasy. He stepped back and glanced at Brother Yuan, twisting his little hands and saying, "Uncle, I really didn't fight."
Mother Yuan hugged Baozi and held her in her arms. She never wiped away her tears and said in a heavy nasal voice: "I'm sorry, grandma lost her temper. Grandma scared you."
She let go of Baozi and held his face, her eyes still blurred with tears, "Let grandma look at you, look at you."
"I don't look like this."
Baozi hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his little hand to wipe her tears, "This body is not ours. We control it with our consciousness. When I wake up over there, I have to leave."
"Walk?"
Yuan’s mother panicked, “Where to go?
Are you going back?"
"mom!"
Brother Yuan stretched out his hand to help her up, with a painful look in his eyes, "Don't scare the child. Wait until that Fang Wu comes and asks her what's going on. To put it bluntly, it's good to have us meet."
Yuan's mother was full of loss and panic, and murmured: "You are right, it is good to meet once, it is very good, you can't be greedy and forceful."