Zhang Mingyu looked at Xu Sangtian's puzzled little face, and his face was full of love: "Does the wound still hurt?" ”

  Xu Sananti was still in a daze, and all that was in his mind was the elegant and loving smile of a woman. She was sure she hadn't met the woman, but why did she seem to be happy with herself?

  "It's cold outside, go back to the room first. The kid was lying there, and he couldn't run away. Auntie boiled chicken soup for you, drink a little first, warm your stomach, and come back later. ”

  Zhang Mingyu brushed Xu Sangtian's hair that was blown by the wind on his forehead behind his ears, just like she did every time Xie Jinling was coquettish, looking at the tip of Xu Sangtian's nose that was blown red by the wind, and urged distressedly: "Xiaofeng, take Sangtian back to the ward first." It's too cold outside and it's not good for the wound. ”

  "Okay." Wen Feng agreed on the side.

  Pushing Xu Sangtian to the ward with the nurse, Zhang Mingyu stood next to Xu Sangtian, Xu Sangtian has never left his eyes since he saw her. is not only because Zhang Mingyu is over half a hundred years old, but still charming, but also because Zhang Mingyu is too gentle to her, just like a mother.

  The tip of Xu Sangtian's nose is a little sour, and in this foreign country for almost a year, she also misses her mother. I miss the food my mother cooks, I miss my mother's gentle smile, and I miss my tolerant spoiling. Just like Zhang Mingyu asked her just now if the wound still hurts, she wanted to say, it hurts very much. Because I miss my mother, it hurts a lot.

  Zhang Mingyu noticed Xu Sangtian's gaze, stretched out a hand to hold Xu Sangtian's bare hand, and was shocked for a moment, and too much maternal love began to flood: "Why are your hands so cold!" Next time, you can't stay outside longer, and you must remember to wear gloves before going out. ”

  Xu Santian's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, she seemed to see her mother nagging her for most of the day before she went out every winter, and would always wrap her tightly and put on thick gloves before letting her go out.

  On this especially ordinary day, she felt homesick more than ever.

  Hearing the wind pushed Xu Sangtian into the ward, the warm air in the room rushed to her face, and the red on the tip of her nose receded little by little.

  Zhang Mingyu put down the chicken soup, folded the quilt for Xu Sangtian, held her hand and rubbed it gently, and her cold hands warmed up a little bit.

  Xu Sangtian hadn't said a word since just now, but his eyes never left Zhang Mingyu. At this moment, her dark blue eyes fell on Zhang Mingyu's hand holding her.

  Zhang Mingyu's gentle and loving voice sounded in the silent space: "Miss your mother? ”

  Xu Sangtian's heart seemed to have been hammered hard, a little uncomfortable, a little painful, she nodded heavily, and squeezed out a word sullenly: "Hmm." ”

  Zhang Mingyu looked up at Xu Sangtian's beautiful face and looked at the mist in her blue eyes: "Do you know who I am?" ”

  Xu Sangtian tried to keep his eyes open and not let the tears fall: "Hmm." ”

  "And who do you say I am?"

  Xu Santian's mouth was a little salty, salty and astringent, different from the everyday feeling of being articulate, with some stickiness before tears. She took a deep breath, as if to suppress the urge to cry: "Xie Jinsong's mother." ”

  If she couldn't even guess this, then she would have lived for so many years in vain. Such a noble and elegant woman, who can enter and exit the top floor of the hospital at will, who is so spoiled by Xie Jinsong's name, and who can also call the wind at will, she can no longer think of anyone else except Xie Jinsong's mother.