Jiang Yu completely moved out of that home.
Because he was old, he separated from his parents and became an independent head of household.
When he appeared in front of Chi Yao dragging his luggage, he squatted in the corridor like an abandoned puppy.
The moment he saw Chi Yao appear, he slowly stood up, took her into his arms, and held her tightly.
The moment Chi Yao saw him, she subconsciously hid the report sheet behind her back and looked at him with wandering eyes.
But Jiang Yu, who was holding her tightly, didn't notice this little detail.
The clear boy's voice has become magnetic and low-pitched in the past few days.
"where have you been?"
"I went to the hospital to get you some medicine."
Chi Yao pushed him gently to open the door, and then stuffed the medicine in her hand into his arms.
"Let's go, I'll give you some medicine."
Chi Yao gently took off the bandage on his hand and applied the ointment to his palm.
The previously injured wound had begun to slowly heal and scab, and when white ointment was applied to the wound, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
"Sister, I have no home."
Chi Yao's smeared hand paused slightly and looked up at him.
The somewhat astringent voice couldn't help but pause and spoke again.
"Can you take me in in the future?"
"Okay, this will be your home from now on."
Chi Yao pinched his face with her other hand and looked at him with curved eyebrows.
Although he has behaved very calmly in the past two days, just like usual, his blackening value has not changed.
After knowing that Jiang's mother contacted her that day.
She asked Chi Yao to take Jiang Yu to meet her.
Chi Yao refused at first, but later she thought that maybe this was the key to restoring the blackening value.
So she took Jiang Yu to see her for the last time.
The expensive decorations are no longer on the woman's neck and wrists, and her clothes have become very ordinary.
But even this can't hide her charming temperament.
It was rare that his father did not appear in front of him drunk.
Instead, he wore decent clothes and sat upright at the dining table, waiting for them.
The moment Jiang Yu saw them, his eyes couldn't help but darken.
Just as he was about to leave, Chi Yao held him in place.
Then Chi Yao quietly exited the room and closed the door for them.
Jiang Yu understood that this was Chi Yao's idea, so he could only sit stiffly in his position.
"Xiao Yu, let's talk."
Jiang Yu said in a somewhat humble tone.
"I don't think there's anything to talk about between us."
Jiang Yu played with the teacup on the table with his fingers, a trace of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
"I'm sorry that I've suffered so much for you all these years."
The voice that sounded a bit sharp in the past has become a bit calmer now.
Jiang Yu's hand paused slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his heart.
For so many years, he had been hoping that his parents could give him some real love, but when he was really facing this moment, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter anymore.
Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Yu with a cold face in front of her, and a twinge of pain flashed in her heart.
Perhaps it was that night that she remembered that this child had been born with their expectations.
After life wiped out love, she gradually began to have some regrets about everything she had chosen.
And this complicated emotion made her invest in this child.
