When the magic stick summons cute pets

I wiped my eyes several times with my sleeve, and the physiological tears rolled down the eye sockets because of the stimulation of the ash.After a few seconds of buffering, she reluctantly opened her eyes. Through the tears welling up from her eye sockets, Yang Wenhui could vaguely see a small figure in front of her at this moment, who seemed to be looking up at her.

The fact that came to mind was too shocking, the whole body seemed to shake slightly due to the impact.She wiped the few tears from her eyes with her sleeve, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Yan Siqi, who was lying quietly on the bed, who was so thin that she was about to lose her shape. She paused for three seconds, and then her movements were extremely stiff Slowly turned his head around.

She lowered her head and looked at the little child in front of her. She slightly arched her body and bent down. After a long while, a hand trembling unconsciously reached out to his side.

Nervously and timidly, he touched his cheek, his voice trembling almost out of tune: "Si Qi...is it Si Qi? But how is it possible..."

"Mom." Yan Siqi looked at Yang Wenhui's trembling outstretched hand, a thin layer of mist of tears quickly floated in his brown eyes, and shouted softly towards the other end with a hoarse voice.

The voice was so soft, so small, but so clear.It was as if a chisel had been carved into her bones, and it was so clear that it made my heart feel a little uncomfortable.

Yang Wenhui felt that her breathing became short of breath, she looked up at Ye Changsheng over there in a panic, and said in a confused way: "What's going on, my son... my son..."

Ye Changsheng heard a voice asking for help from the other end, turned his head and glanced at Yan Siqi, and then walked towards this end.

Walked to his side and stopped, reached out and patted the top of his head twice, smiled consolingly at the little face looking at him helplessly, and then said to Yang Wenhui: "He is you son."

After concentrating on my words for a while, I decided to summarize the matter concisely: "Ms. Yang, you also said that Siqi rolled down the stairs at the beginning. After that, it may be because of the impact on the brain, and then this was an opportunity It caused his soul to leave his body, so his physical body remained in a coma for such a long time."

Yang Wenhui stared blankly at Ye Changsheng, feeling as if her brain had been stuffed into a ball of paste, she opened her mouth, and could only repeat the words on the other end dryly: "Living soul... out of body?"

Ye Changsheng looked at the slightly confused and unbelievable eyes, and knew that this was another sign of a staunch materialist who was about to rebel.

Sighing, she took her hand back, and said to her, "Ms. Yang asked me why I communicated with Mr. Zhai before, right? Now I can tell you." He lowered his head and glanced in Yan Siqi's direction He motioned, smiled and said, "Actually, it's all because of little Siqi."

Although the other end didn't tell the whole situation in detail, but Yang Wenhui thought about it in combination with the situation in front of her, and the inference that was extremely absurd to her but sounded extremely reasonable naturally popped up in her mind .

Her lips trembled slightly, looking at Yan Siqi, who had her head hanging down and her face revealing a little uneasiness, she asked in a hoarse voice, "You were...in that house all those times before?"

When Yan Siqi heard Yang Wenhui's words, the anxiety on his face became a little thicker. He quickly raised his head and secretly looked at the expression on the other side, and said "um" in a low voice.

When Yang Wenhui heard that Yan Siqi personally verified her conjecture, she felt that her mind was even more confused for a while. She first took a half step back in a little confusion, and looked at the little child in front of her, the expression in her eyes was greatly shaken.

"Mom, are you angry?" Yan Siqi saw that after he finished speaking, there was no sound from the other side for a long time, and he couldn't help trembling in his heart. He secretly looked at the expression on the other side, and his voice became more cautious. up.

Yang Wenhui didn't make a sound, she just bent her knees at an extremely slow speed, squatted down, looked at the other head with reddish eyes, and shook her head after a long time: "Mom is not angry." Taking a deep breath, she lowered her voice, "Mom just...just misses you so much."

Yan Siqi looked at Yang Wenhui, and his eye circles couldn't help turning red: "I miss mom too, but mom, why don't you come back to see me?"

There was a cry in his voice, revealing the grievance that had been forcibly suppressed in his heart: "Didn't you and Dad promise me that as long as I stay at home obediently, when I have time in summer, you will take me to the water park together?" Playing? Why are you all gone, and my home is no longer my home?"

Tears rolled down from his eyes, and he sobbed hastily: "Is it because... Is it because I played a prank on that strange uncle when he lived in the house?"

The way he was suppressing his crying and asking why every sentence was so pitiful, Yang Wenhui's heart throbbed achingly, and she couldn't help stretching out her hand to hug the child in front of her .

But as soon as the arm touched the shoulder of that head, the fingertips passed through his body.There was a chill coming from the part of her body that was in contact with him, making her shiver slightly.

Yang Wenhui stared blankly at the hand she hadn't touched, and then at Yan Siqi over there. At this moment, she finally wanted to deny it, but there was no other way.

He shook his hands lightly, feeling the coldness remaining on his fingertips, and then let his hands hang powerlessly by his side.

Seeing Yan Siqi crying, Yang Wenhui's throat choked up, she shook her head and said, "It's not your fault, it's your parents' fault, it's because your parents didn't take good care of you..."

Yan Siqi heard Yang Wenhui say this, and all his emotions were completely turned on. He let out a "wow", and cried even more sadly: "Mom, I'm scared, I'm really scared... I'm working hard Staying at home and not running around, I tried my best to be a good boy, why did you still disappear? There were a lot of strangers in the house, and they tore down everything in the house...Dad in the room painted it on the wall Paintings are all gone.”

Listening to Yan Siqi's cry, Yang Wenhui imagined all that he had faced alone for such a long time in the past, and felt so distressed that she was about to suffocate: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother shouldn't leave you alone Yes, I'm sorry..."

She stretched out her hand to cover her face and couldn't help crying. The tears slid down between her fingers and landed on her clothes, leaving a shallow mark: "As long as you get better, as long as you come back..." She will Wiping away the tears again, she swore: "Mom will work harder in the future, and will save enough money as soon as possible to bring you back to the big house. What do you like to draw on the wall? , let’s just draw something, shall we?”

Yan Siqi cried even more fiercely, he shook his head like a rattle, and while sobbing, he said intermittently: "I don't want...I don't want to live in a big house..." He made a movement to save Yang Wenhui's arm, "I just, I miss you...you stay with me."

He sniffed hard and looked at Yang Wenhui with tears in his eyes: "Mom, I haven't had a meal with you and dad for a long time. I don't want a big house or a big car. I don't want to go to expensive and expensive interest classes... I just want to be like when I was sick, you and Dad can stay by my side."

"Mom, I don't want to be asked by my classmates if I don't have parents anymore."

After finishing the words that had been held in his stomach for so long, Yan Siqi finally felt a sense of relief.But listening to the other end not responding for a long time, the previous relaxation dissipated a little bit, and the expression on his face became flustered again.

Looking towards Yang Wenhui, he stammered and apologized: "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense, please don't ignore me...you're right here, don't want me anymore, okay?" But wait until you see clearly On the other end, the voice who was apologizing paused slightly, and then said even more panicked, "Mom, it's me, did I make you cry again?"

Yang Wenhui's other end was already choked up and unable to speak.

She sat back on the ground, hugged her knees tightly with her hands, pressed a face that was completely soaked in tears on her lap, and cried silently.

All the sounds were forcibly suppressed by her, only the twitching figure allowed people to get a glimpse of her mood at this moment.

Yan Siqi had never seen Yang Wenhui like this before. He trotted two steps in the direction of Ye Changsheng in a panic, and his voice was crying: "Brother, what should I do? I made my mother cry. I'm a bad boy." gone."

Ye Changsheng fixed his eyes on Yang Wenhui, then fell on Yan Siqi who was completely out of shape, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Don't worry, your mother is not angry with you."

"But--"

Ye Changsheng gently reached out his hand to wipe away his tears: "She was just blaming herself, why some truths can be understood at a glance, but she has to wait until the matter is almost irreversible to wake up. "

"She just feels a little sad because she doesn't want to accept the fact."