It's just that Yan Ziqi's mood has been a little irritable recently because of one thing, and that is her wisdom teeth. Not only can she not go to the bar to sing, but now even her basic life is deeply affected.

"Hiss"

Yan Ziqi sat on the bed, holding a mirror in his hand, grinning his teeth, and his delicate facial features were slightly deformed because of pain.

No, she can't wait any longer, she must find a chance to remove this wisdom tooth.

Every time, when it hurts, she will make up her mind to have her teeth extracted, but when she sees the dentist at the dental clinic, she is second to it.

Yan Ziqi put down the mirror, reached out and groped around on the bed to find his mobile phone.

clicked on WeChat, and she sent a message to Ji Hangcheng.

[I have a toothache, can you accompany me to the tooth extraction this Sunday?]

Pressing the send button, Yan Ziqi silently held the phone in his palm, waiting for Ji Hangcheng's reply.

Time passed minute by minute, Ji Hangcheng did not reply to her, Yan Ziqi opened the WeChat interface, it was green, almost all of them were messages sent by her.

Sometimes Yan Ziqi thinks about it, she really feels the need to mock it, that is, her WeChat exchange with Ji Hangcheng is not called chatting, but rather a message board.

An hour later, Ji Hangcheng's message finally came.

In a simple word, "good"!

Yan Ziqi looked at the lonely word, and felt a little lost in his heart, but he didn't say anything after all.

*

Sunday, Shencheng Dental Defense Center.

Yan Ziqi stood in the waiting area and looked around, she unlocked her mobile phone from time to time and contacted Ji Hangcheng, wanting to ask him when he would come.

BUT NO MATTER HOW SHE MADE A SERIES OF FATAL CALLS, THE ANCESTOR ON THE OTHER END JUST DIDN'T REACT.

Yan Ziqi sat down with a straight face, she kept her head down and kept scrolling her phone.

At that moment, a voice suddenly emerged from the quiet air.

"Mom. ”

At first, Yan Ziqi didn't pay attention to it, but she didn't raise her head until the sound of "Mom" kept coming, and then found that there was a little boy about four years old standing in front of her.

"Mom. ”

The little boy looked at Yan Ziqi, showed a sweet smile, and shouted with his rosy little lips one by one: "Mom".

Yan Ziqi was a little stunned, she looked left and right, and found that she was the only woman on this bench.

"You're calling me?"

Yan Ziqi asked in surprise.

The boy just laughed and then called "Mommy" to her again.

“...”

"Well, I'm sorry, kid, I'm not your mother. ”

Yan Ziqi responded.

"Mom. ”

The little boy didn't seem to listen, and still called his mother to Yan Ziqi.

“.....”

This...

Yan Ziqi felt a little weird, she got up and walked to other places with her medical record book and mobile phone.

The little boy followed her.

"Mom. ”

"Mom. ”

Yan Ziqi quickened her pace, she kept looking back, "I'm not your mother, I recognized the wrong person." ”

"Mom. ”

, I saw a ghost, and the first reaction in Yan Ziqi's mind was that he had met a ghost.

She walked faster and faster, and suddenly hit a wall of flesh, "Ahh ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"It's fine. ”

The other party quickly responded politely, and Yan Ziqi also stopped because of this little episode and was caught up by the little boy.

"Mom. ”

"You kid, I told you I'm not your mother. ”

Yan Ziqi was a little impatient.

In the middle of her conversation with the little boy, the human wall suddenly spoke.

"He was deaf and couldn't hear from a young age. ”

Hearing this, Yan Ziqi raised his eyes and looked at the person who spoke.

He was of medium height, around 1.78. He doesn't look like a bad guy in a suit and leather shoes, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose add a bit of bookish flavor to him.

I saw the man come to the little boy's side, squatted down and picked him up with one hand, and then looked at Yan Ziqi with apologetic eyes and explained: "I'm sorry, Miss, he is my son, congenitally deaf." As for..."

At this point, the man suddenly paused for a moment, and just as Yan Ziqi was about to open his mouth, he spoke again.

"As for why he called you 'Mom,' it's because you look a lot like my deceased wife. ”

The man explained very seriously, which made Yan Ziqi very ashamed.

"Ah, I see, I'm sorry, I don't know, I'm really sorry. ”

Yan Ziqi didn't know how to express her apologies to the man and the boy, so she simply bowed deeply to them.

"It's fine. ”

The man smiled faintly, and then immediately said, "Hello, my name is Yu Qing, and my son's name is Yu Nianzhi, let's make friends." ”