What made her suspect her auditory hallucinations even more was that the eldest lady had a lot of things to play in small meetings, including the violin.

She didn't understand.

Isn't the eldest lady a little bit of ink on her chest, useless, and nothing?

Doesn't everyone in the world say that the eldest lady of the Li family is an empty and beautiful vase? ?

And the performance of the eldest lady has always been in line with everyone's statement.

Now, not only Xia Wantang denied it, but even the eldest lady herself denied it.

Could it be that the eldest lady is hiding clumsily from beginning to end??

But why did she do it???

Zhao Xiaoqin's brain was not enough, she quickly withdrew, completely disappeared from Xia Wantang and Li Yan's field of vision, and then went to find Lai Shiyan non-stop......

……

When leaving the woman's embrace, Li Yan asked Xia Wantang a question.

"Mom, am I left-handed or right-handed?"

Hearing this, Xia Wantang was even more teary-eyed, she couldn't help covering her mouth, she choked badly, and her shoulders trembled.

In the past five years, one of the things that has made her suspicious is the habit of using her hands......

And that person is extremely common right-handed......

But Xia Wantang knew that her baby daughter was not......

"Left-handed, you are left-handed......" Tears soaked his eyes, and Xia Wantang's eyes were red.

It should be said that the three siblings are all left-handed......

Li Chu and Li Junlin learned the same thing when they were children, and Xia Wantang and Li Shuodong never stopped this.

In their thinking, breaking the routine does not mean deformity, so there is no such thing as error and correction.

……

Really......

She belongs to this world, the woman in front of her is her biological mother, and the Li family is her blood-related family......

Li Yan tilted his head, took a few deep breaths, and could stop his tears, his face still reflected the pear blossoms with rain.

After adjusting his mood slightly, Li Yan turned his gaze and met the woman's eyes.

"I want to hold my mother's hand," she said. ”

As he spoke, Li Yan stretched out his left hand.

Soon the palms of the hands were intertwined, and they held each other tightly......

Li Yan closed her eyes, her wet eyelashes fell, stained with fine transparent water droplets, the corners of her eyes were brilliant red, and even the red mole was extremely moving, just these eyes were enough to be suffocating.

Li Yan was a little indulged in it.

Because Xia Wantang gave her the same feeling as her adoptive mother......

Warm and reassuring......

……

After Li Yan returned to the room, the feeling of fatigue came flooding back, I don't know if it was because she had recovered a memory, or if her mood fluctuated a little violently.

She didn't put up any resistance, and went to sleep......

Dajin cautiously approached, hunched over and lying down like some docile little animal, and he waited quietly to the side.

It was the first time Daikin had seen such a Li Yan.

Emotional, vulnerable, without the usual calmness and calmness.

It's not the first time Daikin has seen Li Yan cry.

If you don't know the specific situation, just look at the number of times Li Yan cries, she is definitely a crybaby, a petite baby.

But before Li Yan was like this: I cried, I was uncomfortable, I pretended.

Now Li Yan is in such a situation: I am crying, I am out of control, it is true.

……

Xia Wantang went to the old lady's room, although she already had the answer in her heart, she still wanted to hear the old lady say it herself.

When Xia Wantang saw the old lady, the old lady was taking care of the red and gorgeous roses blooming in the flower pot.