Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Seeing the woman, Yu Heng stood up and waved, "Mom"

It's Mu Chenyan!

Song Jiawen sat stiffly at the table and did not look back.

Jiang Yan glanced at her, then turned to look at Mu Chenyan, who was striding towards her.

The imaginary rich lady of the master of traditional Chinese painting is graceful, luxurious, young and beautiful, and her true age does not exist. The woman in front of her has gray hair, maybe because she walked too fast, or she was nervous, and the hair on her temples and forehead is wet. He was wearing black long-sleeved trousers with obvious mud spots on his cheeks, and his top was wrinkled, making him look quite embarrassed.

But a pair of big eyes with obvious dark circles looked at Song Jiawen with hope.

Mu Chenyan walked to the table. Before she could sit down, her eyes caught Song Jiawen's figure after entering the door, and she never let go.

"You sit down first."

Yu Heng gave up his seat inside and let Mu Chenyan go in and sit down. He then opened his mouth to explain or say something, but saw that his mother's eyes were already filled with tears, and she reached out tremblingly to grab Song Jiawen. But when he was about to touch her arm, he drew back again. With tearful eyes, he pointed at a very light scar on her forearm and said with a choked voice, "This is where your second brother accidentally cut it with a knife when he was peeling an apple." "Your skin is tender, and you bled a lot from that scratch. Your grandma was very angry and wanted to beat your second brother with a feather duster. You cried and said good things to your second brother."

There is indeed such a thing, the second child is cunning and can always make the fourth child turn towards him no matter what.

grandmother?

Song Jiawen raised her head blankly, why was there never this old man in her memory?

Did she forget her grandma?

She looked at Mu Chenyan. Compared to the other party's uncontrollable excitement, her calmness seemed a bit cold-blooded.

"Can you stop crying first? I want to ask, how can you be sure that I am your daughter?"

When asked this, Mu Chenyan became even more excited, "Of course I can be sure of what my daughter will look like, what her facial features, eyes, nose, and mouth will be like. I remember it clearly. No matter if it is ten years or twenty years, I will Everyone can recognize it. Xiaosi, you"

Mu Chenyan stretched out her hands. Although they were across the table, she still wanted to give them a hug.

But Song Jiawen avoided it. She even stood up and wanted to run out, as if she couldn't avoid it.

But because Jiang Yan was blocking him, his body stagnated in his seat.

Mu Chenyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and said, "Xiao Si."

But the daughter and the boy walked in a hurry.

Yu Heng knew why Xiao Si refused his mother's hug and left. He sullenly pulled Mu Chenyan who was about to chase him out, "Mom, there's something I have to tell you."

"What? You have something to discuss later. Didn't you see that your sister is leaving? Get out of the way."

"It has something to do with Xiaosi's disappearance that year."

When Mu Chenyan heard this, she paused and looked up at her eldest son.

On the other side, Song Jiawen walked quickly after coming out of the cafe. She walked into the school in one breath without looking at the road. She just walked forward. When she realized what she was doing, she realized that she was not going back to the dormitory.

She raised her head and looked blankly at the unfamiliar environment around her, feeling a surge of fear in her heart.

Fortunately, Jiang Yan was following her. When she stopped, he quickly stepped forward, looked down at her feet and asked, "Your feet don't hurt anymore?"

I was walking so fast just now, and I obviously forgot that I had blisters on my feet.

"pain."

Seeing Jiang Yan, the fear in her heart dissipated in an instant, but the next moment she grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "Carry me."

<divclass="contentadv">"Let me show you your feet. You'll have to soak them until they're ready tomorrow."

Song Jiawen nodded.

Jiang Yan looked around and found that only the small pavilion in front could seat people and was illuminated by street lights, but at this time there was a couple holding each other in their arms.

He didn't care and walked straight in with Song Jiawen. Under the astonished eyes of the other two, he asked Song Jiawen to sit on the stone bench opposite them. Then he sat down next to him and bent over to take off her shoes and socks. Lift her feet slightly and look at the soles of her feet carefully in front of the street light.

The innocently disturbed couple:.

The girl snorted in displeasure and turned to look at her boyfriend, her intention to make him stand out was obvious.

But what's disgusting is that the boyfriend actually stared at the girl opposite him.

The girl suddenly stood up, turned around angrily and ran out of the pavilion.

The boy reacted and quickly got up to chase after him.

The two people who stayed in the pavilion didn't feel guilty at all for squeezing others away. They acted as if nothing had happened. One raised his legs and half lowered his head, and the other arm was holding on to the stone table for support. Upper body.

The other one always focused on the two crystal white feet in the palm of his hand, without even raising his eyelids to look at the couple.

After carefully inspecting it, he reluctantly put down one of his feet, put the other on his knee, and said softly, "There are two bubbles on this one, did I squeeze it?"

Song Jiawen nodded, but judging from her appearance, she probably didn't hear what he was saying.

Jiang Yan suppressed the different thoughts surging in his heart, first took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and then pinched the center of the blister with the nails of his right thumb and index finger, and suddenly a stream of water gushed out from it.

"pain"

After Song Jiawen finished speaking, her big eyes seemed to have opened floodgates, and tears poured out wildly.

After being reborn, this was the first time Jiang Yan saw her cry, or in other words, it was the first time she cried in front of others.

He looked up at her, lowered his head and continued to squeeze out another blister, then wiped her clean with a tissue, then carefully put on his socks, and then put his feet down.

Jiang Yan was silent and took out another tissue and wiped away the tears on her face. Seeing her crying uncontrollably, she felt her heart aching.

Her previous thought was right, she shouldn't recognize this kiss!

Near nine o'clock, Jiang Yan carried Song Jiawen back to the girls' dormitory. Before leaving, he told her, "Don't forget to put sanitary napkins in your shoes when you go back. Also, don't think about anything and have a good sleep."

After crying, the depression in her heart had dissipated a lot, and now Song Jiawen felt more comfortable than before.

Fortunately, everyone was very tired today. When she returned to the dormitory, Liang Yujun and the other three were already asleep, and no one noticed her slightly swollen eyes.

Song Jiawen went to the bathroom to wash her face, tidied up briefly and climbed into bed.

I thought I would be tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep, but I fell asleep within a few minutes.

I don't know if it was because Mu Chenyan mentioned her grandma to her at night. That night, a kind-faced and amiable old lady appeared in Song Jiawen's dream. She had silver hair tied back and she was holding a handful of The small carving knife was carving on the wood skillfully, and she said to her, "Our little four likes foxes, right? Just watch, grandma will carve it for you right away."

Although I am a Buddhist, it’s already the third update, so why should I give you a monthly pass?