After three rebirths, the poor kid is loved by everyone

The old monk must be in his seventies. The wrinkles on his face show the traces of time, but the smile on his mouth still carries the warmth of the sun.

His eyes also became dim, but still revealed wisdom and calmness, compassion, and his smile made him look even more kind.

Time has not bent his waist, he still stands straight, vigorous, and his dry fingers gently fiddle with the Buddhist beads.

"Amitabha."

The old voice is as deep and distant as an ancient bell, yet not too heavy. It makes people feel comfortable and subconsciously want to relax.

Hearing this, Yu Jingshu and the others followed his example, putting their palms together, bending over and saying, "Amitabha."

The old monk walked forward, his wise eyes fixed on Xiao Shiyou in Yu Jingshu's arms, as if he was looking at someone through Xiao Shiyou.

It really is him...

He didn't say another word and just kept looking at Xiao Shiyou. If it weren't for the kindness and heartache in his eyes, Yu Jingshu would have hugged Xiao Shiyou and turned away.

But that feeling of heartache made her not want to retreat, and she couldn't help but wonder if he knew something?

With this in mind, Yu Jingshu stepped forward and asked him respectfully, "Master, do you know something? Can you... tell me?"

Yu Jingshu felt a little conflicted. She wanted to know the truth, but she was also afraid that she would not be able to accept it if she knew it.

But if the truth is really as she guessed, but she doesn't know all the reasons, how can she save her baby.

Yu Jingshu's eyes became more and more determined. She must know that no matter what, the baby will always be her child, and she just wants the baby to be well.

Yu Jingshu spoke again, but there was more begging in her words, "Please, tell me."

"I want to know everything. I want to protect my children."

Yu Jingshu's words made everyone except Feng Bozhou and his son confused and puzzled.

But seeing the sadness emanating from her, they did not ask any more questions. They just looked at her quietly, waiting for the old monk's answer.

Feng Bozhou and the other two also walked up to the old monk and looked at him pleadingly. They just wanted to protect their families.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't be sad, Youyou is here, don't be afraid."

When Xiaoyou was young, he didn’t know what they were talking about. He only knew that his mother was sad. He hugged Yu Jingshu with his little hands and comforted her in a baby voice.

After coaxing her, he turned to Feng Bozhou and the others and said, "Dad, big brother, second brother, don't be sad, Youyou is here."

Yu Jingshu kissed Xiaoyou, her voice a little hoarse, "Mom is fine, baby, don't worry."

Xiaoyou didn't believe it. His mother's eyes still looked very sad. "But, Mom's eyes are not happy anymore."

"Don't cry, mom. Youyou will always be with you and protect you. Don't cry, don't cry~~"

"Youyou, kiss me, and I'll stop crying, okay~~"

Yu Jingshu choked up again, "Okay, Mommy... Mommy, don't cry."

"Dad, big brother, and second brother, don't cry, okay? I'll bless you. Kiss you~~"

Feng Bozhou pinched Xiaoyou's face and smiled softly, "Okay, Daddy, don't cry."

What if he sees him crying and his baby is sad too? He has to hold it in!

Feng Shimo and Feng Shiyi also held back their tears and gave Xiao Shiyou a gentle smile.

They once again set their sights on the old monk, hoping to know the truth they wanted.

Looking at the happy and harmonious family, the old monk smiled with satisfaction and raised his hand to touch Xiaoyou's head.

Afterwards, she put the Buddhist beads bracelet in her hand on Xiaoyou's hand and wrapped it around twice. The red sandalwood Buddhist beads, which were less than one centimeter in diameter, looked a little heavy on Xiaoyou's fair and thin wrist.

When Xiaoyou was little, he blinked his eyes, tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Grandpa wants it. Do you want to give it to Youyou?"

The old monk nodded and said, "Yes, it's for you."

Xiaoyou: "But I can't just take other people's things. I still have to give them back to grandpa."

As he was about to take it from his hand and return it to him, the old monk stopped him and held his little hand.

He smiled and said, "This is a gift from me to you, my little donor. It can protect you from great disasters. Please accept it."

Xiaoyou didn't understand what he said, but still wanted to return the bracelet because it was not his. Besides, it was the first time he met his grandfather, so he couldn't take other people's things.

Feng Bozhou and the others understood, but seeing that Xiaoyou still wanted to refuse, Feng Bozhou came up with an idea.

He said to the old monk, "Master, this sandalwood bracelet is obviously not an ordinary item. I am a businessman and I don't have much skills. Can you donate more money to exchange it for it?"

The monk shook his head and said, "If you want to donate money, don't be in a hurry. It won't be too late to come back after ten years when you have safely passed the disaster."

Just a few simple words broke the tranquility in Fengbozhou and the others' hearts.

What does this mean? Something bad will happen to Youyou? What is going on?

Everyone looked anxious and uneasy, and opened their mouths to ask him what he meant, but they saw the monk raised his hand and lightly touched Xiaoyou's forehead with his fingertips.

In an instant, Xiaoyou closed his eyes and fell asleep on Yu Jingshu's neck.

The old monk left a word and left.

"What you four think has indeed happened, but the time has not come yet. Don't force it. You will know it one day, and you need to treat him well."

When the voice in my ears disappeared, I looked up and there was no trace of the monk.

If the Buddhist beads on Xiaoyou's wrist were not still there, they would have suspected that they were having an illusion.

"Mom, this grandpa walks so fast."

Qi Yining was also immersed in shock and couldn't recover for a long time. He opened his eyes wide and looked around, but he couldn't see the figure just now.

Then he looked at Xiaoyou who was sleeping soundly and asked Yu Jingshu in a low voice, "Aunt Jing, what does grandpa mean?"

Not only Qi Yining was confused, Bai Zhi, Yu Jinchuan, Ru Zhilan and others also had questions and wanted to ask what Yu Jingshu had hidden from them?

Yu Jingshu didn't want to hide it from them at first, but she was unsure and didn't dare to say it.

But now she was too shocked to know how to tell them. She opened her mouth again and again, but couldn't utter a word.

The baby really suffered those painful tortures when they didn't know. How could this happen... why did it happen...

She couldn't imagine what kind of pain her baby was going through. He was so young, why did he have to go through all this!

Why oh why!!!

Yu Jingshu held Xiaoyou's hand, shaking constantly, with a hint of collapse in her eyes.

Suddenly, a warm and soft embrace embraced her, a familiar palm stroked the back of her head, and a gentle and old voice sounded in her ears.

"Don't be afraid, daughter. Mom is here."

At the same time, a childhood scene appeared in my mind: a little girl crying because of fear, being held in a pair of warm hands.

She coaxed her gently: "Don't be afraid, Jingjing, your mother is here."

The voices that sounded at the same time gradually pulled Yu Jingshu back from the brink of collapse, and her blurred vision gradually became clear.

In front of her is her mother who has always loved her.

"Mother."