"Please, I'll come back to pick him up when things are taken care of. Thank you, thank you. After speaking, she stroked the child's face with both hands, and reluctantly turned around.

After a few steps, her footsteps stopped, and she slowly turned her head and waved at them with a tearful smile. In the afternoon of the setting sun, she turned back in three steps and got into the car.

Zhang Ning looked at the long bullet train and gradually drove away. There was a sudden pain on her scalp, and she glanced at Tang Feifei, who was clutching her hair tightly with both hands. "Little Ancestor, don't pull my hair! I always feel that I owe you mother and son, and I always meet you. So saying, he put his hat on his bare head.

As soon as he walked out of the martial arts hall, Zhang Ning was called by Lin Xiufang and came to the station. I saw two wooden boxes wrapped in black cloth on her left hand, and the clothes behind her were drawn in a big circle by sweat. The long black hair was cut short.

The puffy eyes on his face were very excited when he saw Zhang Ning. She put down the package in her hand, knelt straight in front of Zhang Ning with the child in her arms, and begged her to take care of the child.

In the taxi, Zhang Ning looked at the innocent child and couldn't help but sigh deeply. Tang Feifei sneezed, so frightened that Zhang Ning hurriedly took out a thin blanket from his bag, unfolded a wad of money and fell out, she glanced at it, didn't pick it up immediately, and covered the blanket on his navel before picking it up.

Zhang Ning, who came back with the child in her arms, was so frightened that Grandma Wu's face changed dramatically, and Zhang Ning, who walked in, asked, "Ning Ning, where is the child here?" ”

"A friend of mine, she has to go back to the countryside to deal with things, and it is difficult to take care of the children, so she begged me to take care of them for two days. Just now the air conditioner on the car was cold and sneezed. I thought he was cold and now he's sweating. Zhang Ning put the child on the sofa and sat down, and then took away the blanket.

"You're still a child, what can you take care of, it's just nonsense!" Grandma Wu said and walked over, picked up the child who was sweating finely, lifted his clothes, and helped him wipe his sweat.

Zhang Ning briefly explained the situation to her, and the old man holding the child looked at the child with tears in his eyes and said, "I really pity that child, how will I live alone with a child in the future?" ”

"Who knows?" Zhang Ning said a word, then picked up the kettle and poured water to drink. Tang Feifei giggled at her, waving his little hand with one hand.

After a few hours of hard work, the people around me got acquainted with the child. Zhang Ning, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the mother who was holding the child with a happy face, and then looked at the phone that showed that it was turned off, frowned and exited the dialing page.

In the backyard, Yu An walked around with the child in his arms, gently patted his back and coaxed him to sleep.

"Still can't get through?" Meng Lingyu, who was wiping her hair, asked Zhang Ning, who was on the phone.

"Well, it's better to turn it off." Saying that he didn't know what he thought, "pop" Zhang Ning angrily dropped his mobile phone on the coffee table.

Grandma Wu and Meng Lingyu, who were ironing their clothes, were startled by this sound.

Hearing the sound coming from the house, Yu An looked over.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so excited. The thought of his possible abandonment made me think of myself. Zhang Ning grabbed her hair, covered her face and said sullenly.

"Silly child, I will always be your mother, your mother, and you will always be the child I love. You remember that. Meng Lingyu walked over, gently pulled her into her arms, patted her back and said softly.