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Ren Kuan could only suppress his turbulent mood. Jiuer's reply had already made his mind tangled up. He couldn't think of such a question as how many characters Jiuer could know.

"I miss you as well."

Suddenly, Ren Kuan felt that there was no need to show Jiu'er those questioning and discomfort, because he missed too much and he was afraid that he would not be able to convey it.

He still thinks the text is not strong enough, how could he add those redundant negative emotions.

Ren Kuan's reply made Jiu'er happy. Not only was he happy that Ren Kuan could respond to him, but he was also happy that he knew all these words.

It turned out that he was not the only one who was missing, and Ren Kuan had already felt the echo of the missing, even though they were far apart, their hearts were still close to each other.

Feelings are the most unbearable to echo, with Duan Jiakang's comfort before, and with the surgery, Jiu'er's longing was suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

But at this moment, Ren Kuan seemed to be the key to pry open the wall of his heart, once he opened it, he couldn't close it again.

He wanted to go back to the small county town. Some things, if not discussed face to face, would appear insincere and would not make Jiu'er reconciled.

But no matter how eager Jiu'er was, he couldn't fly to Ren Kuan's side. It was extremely difficult for him to reply to Ren Kuan's message. He would, and the words he could use were like a mess in his mind.

What he had to say would make Ren Kuan feel that he was missing him desperately, every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

Time seemed to stand still, Ren Kuan squeezed his phone, and he didn't hear from Jiu'er for a long time.

He panicked, did his words cross the line, did he touch the taboo line of Chiu'er's retreat, he didn't know where the bottom line was, all he could do was worry.

Just when Ren Kuan was about to make a desperate call, the news of Jiu'er came in again.

"Brother Wide."

Apart from this familiar title, there was no other content, and Ren Kuan seemed to be able to hear Jiu'er calling him.

Just these two words alone, Ren Kuan can taste a trace of affection, why is this little thing, does he have to torture himself like this?

Jiu'er's word recognition level is limited, and Duan Jiakang knocked on the door halfway, "Jiu'er, don't play with your phone for too long, it's not good for your eyes."

Jiu'er reluctantly returned the phone to Duan Jiakang. This was the first time he had never asked Duan Jiakang anything.

"Father..." Jiu'er sat on the edge of the bed, the gentle bedside lamp shone on his face, desire and yearning were the twinkling stars in his eyes, "Can I have my own mobile phone?"

This kind of request cannot be regarded as a request. Duan Jiakang has no reason to refuse at all, but when he thinks of the usefulness of Jiuer, Duan Jiakang is in trouble. He regrets so much that his intestines are green. If he knew it, he should have let Ren Kuan continue to lie on the blacklist inside.

He tactfully said: "Jiuer, your eyes are not good enough, you can't keep staring at your phone."

As early as when she was living with Wang Rui, Jiu'er learned to be conditional, "I won't watch it all the time, just for a little while at night."

Duan Jiakang had no choice but to move the doctor out, "We'll have a checkup the day after tomorrow. Let's ask the doctor. If he says yes, Dad will buy it for you."

Jiu'er is so easy to compromise, but what Duan Jiakang never expected is that not only can you buy a mobile phone, but the doctor also said that Jiu'er's eyes have recovered very well, and normal use of eyes is not a problem at all.

After hearing this, Jiu'er put his wings on his mind and flew out of the window. The mobile phone was no longer what he wanted. He wanted to go back to the small county town and couldn't wait.

When Jiu'er surrounded Duan Jiakang and asked when he could go back and have a look, Duan Jiakang answered ambiguously.

"If you're so anxious, your eyes are good. Although the doctor said there's no problem, Dad is worried. Besides, don't you want to spend more time with Dad?"

Fang Jirong listened to it and found it funny and pitiful, knowing that Duan Jiakang was reluctant to part with Jiu'er, but this was not gone forever, it was nothing more than a rivalry with Ren Kuan.

Epic-level problems are in front of you. Your father, me, and your partner fell into the water. Who do you save first?

Hearing Duan Jiakang's words, Jiu'er definitely couldn't say what he didn't want to accompany him, so he could only stop bringing up the matter wearily.

At night, Fang Jirong knocked on Jiu'er's door while Duan Jiakang was in the study.

"Leek is me."

"Uncle Fang."

Ever since Duan Jiakang politely rejected Jiu'er's request, Jiu'er has been languid all night, and has not been able to cheer up until now.

After all, Duan Jiakang couldn't carry Liu'er by force, and Duan Jiakang would be defeated if Jiuer screamed.

But it's different to play the emotional card. If you say you don't want to part with it, you tie the leeks tightly. Duan Jiakang is very good.

Fang Jirong rubbed Jiu'er's head, "Don't bother with your father, he doesn't want to miss you, you sneak away, make an agreement with Ren Kuan, you two come back together, and he won't be angry with you."

Such things as birdcages have long been imprinted on Jiu'er's life, no one has mentioned it to him, and he himself has no idea of ​​flying out.

"Really?" But someone made a difference, and this restless little quail began to be restless.

"I asked Xiao Zhang to follow you, and I have to say hello to your Aunt Rui first, and call to report that you are safe at any time."

Duan Jiakang didn't know that his wife and children arranged for him clearly, and when he went home the next day to find someone, Jiu'er had already boarded the plane.

Duan Jiakang was shocked, and said anxiously: "How can you help outsiders send Jiu'er away!"

Fang Jirong took off his coat for him, "You promised Jiu'er yourself, let him go back first when he is done, but now you have broken your word, I am afraid that your image in Jiu'er's heart will be greatly reduced, so I will help you."

Being exposed by Fang Jirong on the spot, Duan Jiakang argued: "I didn't let him go, am I worried?"

Duan Jiakang's expression now resembled the way Fang Jirong's father stopped them when they were together.

Knowing that Duan Jiakang is looking at his son, he is simply admiring the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. It is uncomfortable to see Ren Kuan anyway, but why should the son-in-law make things difficult for the son-in-law.

Jiu'er didn't know that his father was screaming with anger at home. After the plane landed, there was a car arranged by Fang Jirong to pick him up. By the time Jiu'er arrived in the county, it was already midnight.

This was originally the place Jiu'er was most familiar with, but after the car stopped, he looked at the long ladder, and the strange scene in front of him made him want to cry.

It turned out that the place where he was born and raised looked like this.

The terraces exposed to the sun show signs of weathering, the walls of the houses on both sides of the terraces are peeling off, and green onions are planted in the messy flower beds.

Chiu'er has never been a materialistic person, but he can tell the difference between here and home.

Dad's place is a clean palace, and there is a secular taste and human touch hidden everywhere here.

Even when Jiu'er closed his eyes, he couldn't find the familiar feeling at the beginning. He didn't dare to think about how he remembered this journey in his heart.

All the shops on the street were closed, only Wang Rui was still waiting in the shop, until she heard footsteps coming from outside the door, she raised her head impressively.

Chiu'er has not changed much, but the whole person is much more glamorous. It can be seen that Duan Jiakang has carefully raised him, and Chiu'er seems to have stepped out of a pictorial.

The once dry and poor boy has become a delicate young master.

Wang Rui was in a hurry and wanted to curse, but she wanted to cry even more, "Come back in the middle of the night, are you shameless?"

"Aunt Rui." Jiu'er didn't hold back for a while, he threw himself into Wang Rui's arms, and took another careful look at Wang Rui.

He didn't know what a person should look like, but he felt that Wang Rui was what he imagined in his heart.

The mouth of the knife is bean curd, when he scolded him, there were fine lines at the end of his eyebrows.

"I came back secretly, but my father wouldn't let me."

Didn't know Duan Jiakang's thoughts, Wang Rui said sour words to run away with Jiu'er, "Father is still very easy to say."

She let go of Jiu'er and held Jiu'er's head, "Let me see my eyes."

How can you tell what flowers are coming from this way, Wang Rui muttered: "Did the doctor say it? Are you just running around?"

"Okay." Jiu'er tried to open his eyes wide so that Wang Rui could see what was going on, but after using too much force, his eyes became sore and swollen, and tears fell down the corners of his eyes.

Wang Rui wiped Jiu'er's face, "Don't cry, it hasn't been long, hurry up and rest today."

Jiu'er brought someone here, so the small room in the store is definitely not available. Fortunately, there is a homestay, "I packed two rooms for you, let's live in the opposite side."

When walking towards the homestay, Jiu'er quietly glanced at the ridge, and was caught by Wang Rui, "Don't look, what time is it, people have already gone back."

Jiu'er was very courageous, but still blushed, and pulled Wang Rui's arm, and said mysteriously, "Aunt Rui, don't tell him, I'm back."

Wang Rui rolled her eyes and thought to herself, Duan Jiakang was really born, and the father and son had a lot of careful thoughts.