My head hurts, and bizarre images keep swirling in my mind, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, finally coming together and then becoming fragmented.
"Woooooooooo Yaoyao..."
There was a small but persistent force shaking her body, and a milky and crying voice came intermittently into her ears.
Sometimes she calls her mother, and sometimes she calls her Yaoyao.
After that, there was even more noise and chaos.
"This is none of our business. Who lets this damn girl run around all day long? We sent him back because of our kindness! Don't talk nonsense when your father is back!"
"Mom, what you are saying is none of our business in the first place!"
"Besides, Jiang Han hasn't been back for a long time. He might have died outside. What's the need to panic? Who will care about the two of them in the future!"
Another low voice sounded again.
Hu Yao felt familiar. She struggled to open her eyes, but only saw the unfamiliar eaves. Then the dull pain in the back of her head came again, and she fainted again.
Xiaotuanzi, who was lying beside the bed, saw that Hu Yao was about to wake up, so she sniffed and moved closer to call her, but the next second she closed her eyes again and stopped responding.
His tear-stained eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he cried in a panic, covering Hu Yao's face with snot and tears: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, Mom!"
"Bad guy! Just wait, I want to tell my dad!" Three-year-old Jiang Xiaochao glared at Hu Guifen and the others with a straight face.
Hu Guifen didn't know whether she felt guilty or a little scared, so she cursed a few words and left.
"What does it have to do with us! Stop talking nonsense, you little brat!"
"Since you are so kind-hearted, just stay with your mother! Let's see if she can hold on and wait for your father to come back!"
…
After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yao woke up again.
The injury on the back of her head was bandaged, and in her daze, she heard some low-pitched conversations again, which were very unfamiliar.
Opening her eyes, she stared at the unfamiliar eaves above, and lightly blinked her eyelashes.
"Yao Yao, you're awake~"
A small group of things came close to him, and his milky voice was filled with joy.
Hu Yao was a little confused about the situation, so she slowly and painfully sat up, covering her head, and looked at him quietly for a few seconds.
The three-year-old child was very cute, and she looked at her with pure and bright eyes.
Hu Yao felt that something flashed through her mind, but she couldn't catch it. Instead, the tiny nerve tingling made her frown.
"Finally woke up."
"How do you feel? Does it hurt? This is a serious sin."
Lin Zhaodi saw off the doctor at the health station and strode over to Hu Yao, sighing and looking at her sadly.
Seeing that she was in a daze, he still said a lot of things to himself: "Brother Han asked us to take care of you before he left. Fortunately, you came to me when you had an accident. Hu Yao, you can't run around in the future. Brother Han is not here, and Xiao Chao is still so young, and you are so anxious about him. Xiao Chao is your son, you should learn to take care of him."
"If Brother Han comes back and finds out, he will have something to say. You should be more obedient."
Lin Zhaodi said a lot of things in succession.
Hu Yao raised her eyes to look at her, but still didn't react. She said blankly: "My... son?"
She looked at Lin Zhaodi, and then at the child lying beside the bed, looking nervously at her.
Lin Zhaodi met her clear and confused eyes and paused.
…
It was not until night that Hu Yao digested the news that Lin Zhaodi told her, and it vaguely matched the memories that flashed in her mind from time to time.
She...is married and has a son?
Hu Yao absently took a bite of the sweet potato in her hand, and glanced at the little guy who was also sitting by the bed holding the sweet potato and eating it deliciously.
Knowing that she was okay, he stopped crying. At this moment, his two little feet hanging on the edge of the bed were still dangling gently.
He was born very well, and he was really similar to her in many places, except his eyebrows and eyes were not like hers.
He looks like Jiang Han, right...
Hu Yao took another bite of the sweet potato and felt as if she was dreaming. Why did she marry Jiang Han.
Obviously...he is so scary.
She had no interaction with him at all, and most of what she heard was all the stupid things he did to become famous.
"Yao Yao, I also have a piece of peach cake hidden away. Let's eat it together." Jiang Xiaochao finished eating the sweet potato and generously gave half of the peach cake he had hidden from his father to Hu Yao.
He is only three years old, but he is very smart. He baked the sweet potatoes in Hu Yao's hand. He said that his father taught him...
According to what Jiang Han told him, don't expect Hu Yao, who is only a few years older than him to remember, to cook for him. If you can be self-reliant, just be self-reliant.
Jiang Xiaochao knew that his mother was a little different from other people's mothers, but he still liked Hu Yao very much, because Hu Yao often played with him, and the two of them also resisted Jiang Han from time to time. They depended on each other, but she was still him. 's mother.
Therefore, Jiang Xiaochao protected Hu Yao very much and loved her very much.
"You, eat it yourself." Hu Yao looked at him with a soft voice.
This is really her son...
Jiang Xiaochao opened his eyes in confusion, unsure: "Yao Yao doesn't want to eat?"
Hu Yao usually liked it, and Jiang Han would give her an extra piece every time. He hid this piece and was reluctant to eat it. Today she was injured and bleeding, so he wanted to share it with her.
"Eat Xiaochao." Hu Yao smiled at him.
She was a little strange today. Jiang Xiaochao took a bite of the shortbread and looked at her with strange eyes. Hu Yao usually called him "Chaochao", but never "Xiaochao", and he didn't speak so few words.
He wrinkled his little eyebrows and couldn't help but feel worried: "Mom, is your head broken?"
"But dad said your brain has been damaged a long time ago."
Hu Yao: "..."
She pursed her lips, dumbly not knowing how to explain it to him.
That she's healed?
But she seemed to have many things that she couldn't remember.
"I'm a little better." Hu Yao told him softly, raising her hand to wipe his dirty little face from eating sweet potatoes, and looked at him intently for a long time, as if to recognize and remember him clearly, and as if Feeling incredible.
Her movements were very gentle, and the way she looked at him was not the same as before. Jiang Xiaochao couldn't explain it, but he also felt something was different.
Inexplicably, under Hu Yao's eyes, he was a little shy.
He blushed slightly and covered his face with his little hands in a panic. He didn't even eat the peach cake anymore: "What are you doing~"
He covered his fleshy cheeks.
The little one is a bit cute.
Hu Yao slightly rolled her eyes: "No, you have something on your face, let me help you remove it."
"Oh." Jiang Xiaochao nodded, then put his hand down and started eating the peach cake seriously again.
His hands are small, and the shortbread seems quite big in his hands.
Although Hu Yao said she wouldn't eat his shortbread, he still left half of it for her.
