The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, he nodded vigorously, and took the woman's hand back into the room.

Shen Jinchu was embarrassed to enter the door to watch the mother and son sleep, so he squatted at the door and looked inside, about two hours later, the middle-aged man walked eagerly to the door and called softly: "It's time, let's go back to the hospital." ”

There was a sound of rustling, and the woman reluctantly walked out of the room, missing a piece of her clothes for some reason.

"He's just told me a lot about how much he misses me," the woman covered her mouth and whimpered silently, "My little delusion...... Why did he have to endure so many things at such a young age? ”

"Xiao Yu is a sensible child," the middle-aged man's voice also became inexplicably bitter: "Although he is young, he more or less understands that he is different from ordinary people, he is afraid that he will affect your body, so he has been avoiding and refusing to see you...... But he's still a kid after all. ”

How can a child completely hide the longing and grievances in his heart?

The woman choked up and looked back, and in the dimly lit room, the boy was curled up under the quilt, sleeping very peacefully.

The man and woman walked downstairs hand in hand, and Shen Jinchu looked at the back of them leaving, and walked lightly into the boy's bedroom.

At this time, although Jiang Yu was still a child, his face already had the shadow of a handsome silhouette in the future, Shen Jinchu squatted beside his bed, silently looked at his fleshy face, and then noticed a piece of fabric in his palm.

That's the corner of a woman's clothes that's missing.

He grabbed it so tightly that the woman didn't want to wake him up, so she had to cut off the corners of her clothes to get out.

Probably losing his familiar breath, the boy's eyelashes fluttered uneasily, as if he was about to wake up.

Shen Jinchu subconsciously lay on the bed, holding the boy in his arms, Xiao Jiang's trembling eyelashes gradually calmed down, he rubbed lightly in the quilt, and continued to sleep sweetly.

The girl looked at the miniature version of Jiang Yu in her arms, and some inexplicable thoughts welled up in her heart.

Brother Jiang has been unlucky since he was a child, she knows this, but she never thought that he would receive such grievances and injuries because of his innate injustice.

Shen Jinchu thought of when he was young, before going to bed, his mother would always kiss his cheek and gently hum some unknown tunes in his ear.

Did Brother Jiang also be coaxed like this by his mother in his arms?

She lowered her head lightly and landed a soft kiss on Xiao Jiangyu's face.

As if a feather touches the water, a cloud passes by the moonlight, the dew touches the stamen, a butterfly's wings cross the morning breeze, a kiss is gentle, the person who gives the kiss is puzzled, the person who receives the kiss is unaware, everything seems to be destined for a short but profound encounter.

Shen Jinchu gently hummed the soft tune taught to her by her mother, and before she knew it, she also fell asleep, one big and one young, leaning together, sleeping extremely sweetly, as if they had dreamed of the most important person in each other's lives.

When she woke up with a sigh, what she saw was Jiang Yu's eyes full of concern.

It's not the small one, it's the big one.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The girl seemed to be taken aback, and the word "shocked" was written all over her face.

"Chuchu, what's wrong?" Jiang Yu grabbed her soft and boneless little hand, and there was obvious nervousness in her tone: "Is it a nightmare?" ”