It has been more than three months since Ling Zhouyang took Qian Xuanyao out to seek medical advice.
Qian Zhao transplanted a Xifu crabapple from elsewhere and planted it in the courtyard of Qian's house.
He remembered that when he and Ayang were chatting in Yumian Town, Ayang said that she liked Xifu Haitang.
So every time he returned home from work, he would look at A Yang through this begonia.
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In the first year after Ling Zhouyang lost news, Qian Zhao wanted to resign countless times, and then took Ling Zhouyu to find Ling Zhouyang.
But when he remembered Ling Zhouyang's words before leaving, he calmed down again.
Ayang said he would wait for them to come back, so he and Ayu would just wait.
Qian Zhao looked at the three-year-old Ling Zhouyu in his arms. He took the trouble to tell Ling Zhouyu the story of him and Ling Zhouyang back then.
Day after day, year after year.
Until Ling Zhouyu was almost six years old, he never forgot that heart-warming glance from back then.
Ling Zhouyu sat at the desk, writing non-stop: "Dad, don't think I don't remember things. When I was three years old, you told me a lot about my mother."
Qian Zhao was slightly startled: "You don't want to hear it?"
Ling Zhouyu replied: "I want to hear it, but I have never seen my mother and sister. The more you tell me, dad, the more curious I become."
"Soon, your mother and sister will be back soon." Qian Zhao raised his head and looked at the Xifu Begonia in full bloom in the courtyard.
Another year of flowers blooming, and this year the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. He firmly believed that he would be able to wait for Ah Yang this year.
Ling Zhouyu shook his head: "Dad, I have heard your words many times."
His younger uncle and aunt, as well as Uncle Thirteen and Uncle Lang, all told him his mother's story many times.
Everyone's mother-in-law is different, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are beautiful people with good hearts, strong in martial arts, and good at medicine and poisoning.
Well, he hasn't seen his mother since he was a child, so naturally he doesn't miss his mother as much as his father and others do.
But knowing about his mother through their mouths made him very curious, so his desire to see his mother became more and more intense.
Qian Zhao smiled lightly and said nothing. No matter how many times he said it, he would never get tired of it.
Wu Tianyou was in his sixth year.
Qian Zhao and Ling Zhouyang met on the street, and he finally waited for his Ayang.
Ling Zhouyu, who was pulled by Yuan Lu to hide behind the stall, saw his father's expression so gentle for the first time.
Ling Zhouyu raised his head and looked at Yuan Lu: "Is that my mother?"
Yuanlu nodded: "Yes, that is your mother."
Ling Zhouyu raised his eyebrows: "Of course, but why do my father and mother hug each other on the street?"
There are people coming and going here, and everyone passing by has to take a few glances. Aren't my father and mother shy?
Yang Ying gently stroked Ling Zhouyu's head: "You are still young. Naturally, you don't understand how to be shy when you are happy to meet again after a long absence."
Ling Zhouyu nodded in understanding, and then continued to look at his father and mother hugging each other on the street.
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Qian Mansion Hall.
Ling Zhouyu and Qian Xuanyao were staring at each other with puzzled faces.
"Are you my brother?"
"Are you my sister?"
Two voices sounded at the same time.
The two of them said in unison: "If nothing happens, that's it."
Qian Zhao and Ling Zhouyang were smiling.
"Ayu, come here and show your mother." Although they hadn't seen each other for several years, Ling Zhouyang didn't feel unfamiliar at all when she looked at Ling Zhouyu who looked very similar to her.
Ling Zhouyu walked up to Ling Zhouyang obediently and shouted seriously: "Mother."
Seeing Ling Zhouyu's stern face, Ling Zhouyang felt bad. Qian Zhao had raised this child to have an ice face.
Over there, Qian Zhao felt a little uncomfortable looking at the lively Qian Xuanyao.
Qian Xuanyao sat on Qian Zhao's lap and poked Qian Zhao's face: "You are my father. My mother always talks about you. Before I met you, I always felt that no one could be worthy of my mother."
"What about now?" Qian Zhao's heart tightened. He was still concerned about his daughter's evaluation.
Qian Xuanyao chuckled: "Now it seems that the only person in this world who is worthy of my mother is you, my father."
Hearing this, Ling Zhouyu said calmly: "There is only one person in this world who is worthy of my father."
Qian Zhao and Ling Zhouyang looked at each other and saw the helplessness in the other's eyes.
They had some doubts. These two little dolls wouldn't fight against each other in the future, right?
