After a while, Tang's father raised his arms and gently hugged his son, and his broad palm gently patted his son's back.

Although he only patted it gently, Gu Tingcheng sensed the fading will and rekindled vitality of Father Tang.

"Don't worry."

Sometimes, father and son don't need to talk too much. All it takes is a comforting hug, a firm look, or a few simple words to understand each other's hearts.

At the moment of warmth when the father and son hugged each other tightly, the door downstairs was opened from the outside again.

The sound of the heels tapping on the ground made a crisp sound, and the sound became more and more rapid from far to near.

"Old Don, Old Don?"

The voice came from Tang Xuan's mother.

Probably because no one answered after calling several times, Tang's mother's voice became a little anxious.

"Yuqin, I'm on the rooftop." Father Tang responded repeatedly.

There is an iron door between the roof and the room, and the iron door is not closed at this time, but only hidden in the void.

Tang's mother pushed open the iron door and trotted to her husband.

Her eyes were slightly red, and her pretty eyes were full of tiredness and fear.

She stepped forward and threw herself into her husband's arms.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Tang's mother choked up and said, "Old Tang, do you know how scared my heart was when I called you several times and didn't respond. At that moment, Tang's mother only felt that fear was overwhelming, and her thin body was submerged in an instant.

Father Tang gently patted his wife's back and comforted: "Yuqin, I will never do stupid things again, believe me." ”

Although Tang's father's voice was low but soothing and convincing, under his whispered comfort, Tang's mother slowly stopped sobbing, and her nervous heart gradually calmed down.

"Old Tang, as long as you live, there will be hope." Tang's mother gently broke free of her husband's embrace, and a pair of eyes that were red from tears stared at him fixedly, "No matter what happens, our family can always solve it together." ”

Father Tang looked at his wife silently for a long time, he nodded slightly, and gently hooked the corners of his lips to reveal a shallow smile: "Well, everything will be fine." ”

The tacit understanding between Tang's father and Tang's mother seems to have formed an independent world, in which they snuggle so tightly that they can no longer see the existence of a third person.

Gu Tingcheng, who was still blowing cold wind on the rooftop:

Because he was only wearing a thin pajamas, after the cold wind invaded, Gu Tingcheng shivered and coughed a few times.

The sound of his cough instantly shattered the quiet atmosphere of the moment.

Tang Mu turned her head to look at him, and when her eyes touched Tang Xuan, a trace of surprise appeared on her cheeks: "Xiao Xuan? ”

"Hmm," Gu Qingcheng replied softly.

"Xiaoxuan, did you just speak?" Tang's mother looked even more excited, and she quickly stepped forward to her son and looked at him carefully.

Gu Tingcheng bowed slightly, and said again: "Well, Mom." ”

Women's feelings are always more delicate and hot than men's.

"Little Silence" Tang's mother choked again, and tears welled up in her already red eyes. It's just that this time her tears were no longer due to fear and insecurity, but to joy.

"Yuqin, don't cry," Father Tang stepped forward and put his arms around his wife's shoulders, "Xiao Xuan, he can also communicate with us briefly now, which is a good thing." ”