Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Tuoba Xian stretched out her hand: "Baby, sleep with me. You can sleep well by yourself."
But Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "No, I have to keep her by my side so that I can sleep soundly."
Tuoba Xian retracted her hand and sighed softly.
On the side, Xiao Yaxue said hurriedly: "Okay, then I will help you make the bed!"
Xiao Yaxue made the bed over there, and here, Tuoba Xian looked at Yang Ruoqing with a distressed look.
"Qing'er, I understand how you feel!"
"Back then, I just gave birth to Fengtang, and as soon as I took a look, the child was separated from me."
"In the years of war and chaos, the two countries have been at war."
"I am like you every day because I am a princess of a country and have other missions on my shoulders."
"You still have to laugh and socialize in front of people. When no one is around, you don't dare to cry loudly when you go back to your bedroom." Tuoba Xian whispered about her past journey.
Yang Ruoqing listened silently, as if she was experiencing it all over again with Tuoba Xian.
Tuoba Xian continued: "I can't even cry because I'm worried that someone else is spying on me."
"Every day, only when I lie in bed at night with my head covered by the quilt, can I dare to cry for my son."
"Nineteen years, my whereabouts are unknown, my life or death is uncertain, I have survived like this every night."
"Because I shed too many tears, the root cause of the disease is my eyes. When I was young, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but as I got older, it gradually became apparent." Tuoba Xian said.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on Tuoba Xian's eyes.
The worry could not be concealed on his face.
"Mom, your eyes..."
"It's okay. It's okay now. Don't worry about me." Tuoba Xian said with a slight smile.
"After crying and wiping away the tears, we still have to stand up at dawn the next day. Days have to go on and things have to go on."
"The responsibilities on our shoulders must continue to be shouldered."
"As long as we live one day, we cannot collapse."
"What does it mean to be truly strong?"
"The real strong man is, in the dead of night, taking out a broken heart and mending it."
"When you're done, stuff it back in."
"Wait until dawn, we will still be us, the baby needs you, Feng Tangzi needs you."
"We, the elders of the two families, also need you."
"Qing'er, you and Feng Tang are the two pillars supporting our family. If one of them collapses even slightly, they will all collapse."
"So, Qing'er, my good wife and daughter."
"You have to cheer up!" Tuoba Xian patted Yang Ruoqing's shoulder and encouraged her.
After hearing what she said, Yang Ruoqing felt a lot in her heart.
"Mom, it's not easy for you too. You have survived like this for so many years..." she murmured.
I remembered the first time I met Tuoba Xian in the Baiman Grand Canyon.
Tuoba Xian, who traveled in disguise, would stop and take a look at the place where Tang Yazi and Tang Yazi were separated from each other every year.
Nineteen years have passed without interruption, rain or shine.
"Qing'er, look at me and Feng Tang."
Tuoba Xian's voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears again.
"Nineteen years have passed. I thought he was no longer in this world, but God reunited our mother and son again."
"So, Qing'er, you have to cheer up."
"If the fate between you and Chen'er as mother and son is still there, then God will definitely arrange for you to meet again!" Tuoba Xian said.
"Mom, how long do we have to wait?" Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly.
Tuoba Xian said: "As long as you are alive and there are people around, there is hope."
"Feng Tang and I are now reunited as mother and son. This is the best example!" she said.
These words ignited the fire of hope in Yang Ruoqing's heart.
"Mom, let me tell you something. I don't know if you will believe me." Yang Ruoqing said again.
Tuoba Xian said: "You say it, I believe it!"
Yang Ruoqing said: "It has been more than ten days since Chen'er disappeared."
"Everyone doesn't say anything, but in their hearts they probably feel that the child is gone. Even if they encounter wild animals in the mountains for so many days, they will starve to death."
"However, I have a feeling that my Chen'er is not dead."
"He's still alive!"
"Mom, I really feel that way, I'm not imagining it myself!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Tuoba Xian smiled and nodded: "I believe in your feelings about the so-called mother-son connection."
"So, Qing'er, from now on, you have to cheer up and don't do what you did the past few days."
"Chen'er is not with you for the time being, but you still have a baby."
"Look at the baby. In the past ten days, this little thing seems to have noticed that something is going on at home."
"I usually have such a violent temper, but these days, I am so well-behaved. I don't cry or make trouble."
"When I woke up, I was biting my little finger and playing in the cradle alone. It made me feel bad..." Tuoba Xian said.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and carefully looked at the little girl in her arms.
The little guy curled up in her arms, his small, soft body rising and falling gently with her breathing.
"It seems... I've lost a little weight," she said.
Tuoba Xian sighed: "These days, she hasn't had a sip of milk. She only eats noodle soup..."
These words reminded Yang Ruoqing.
There was a bang in her head, and she realized that for so many days, she had been preoccupied with finding Chen'er, going out before dawn and returning home in the dead of night.
The child was almost asleep, so I never woke her up.
"It's strange, why don't I feel my breasts are swollen?"
She lowered her head and looked at her breasts.
"Mom, help me hold the baby, and I'll squeeze it."
Soon, Yang Ruoqing came out of the shower room, her face extremely solemn.
"My breasts are back!" she said in frustration.
Tuoba Xian was surprised. The bed had been made over there long ago, but Xiao Yaxue, who had been waiting aside, spoke up first.
"What do you mean? What do you mean you went back? Where did you go back?" she asked.
Yang Ruoqing frowned and said, "It's just gone. I have no milk to feed the baby."
"Ah? How could this happen?" Xiao Yaxue has never given birth to a child and doesn't understand this.
Tuoba Xian sighed softly, "What your mother and I were worried about has happened. We really have no milk, ugh!"
"Why is this happening? Mrs. Xian, tell me quickly!" Xiao Yaxue asked.
Tuoba Xian said: "This woman is like that."
"If you don't feed your child for several days, the milk will keep rising, and then it will disappear."
"Or, the mood may fluctuate greatly, the person may be overly sad, not thinking about eating, not sleeping, or may be overly tired, etc."
"The milk will also be returned early."
"Qing'er has suffered such a big thing. I'm afraid the milk was gone a few days ago. I just discovered it now."
After listening to Tuoba Xian's words, Xiao Yaxue suddenly realized.
