i see your calling

A black car was coming from the narrow street, the high beams pierced the night dazzlingly, Lian Yan was illuminated alone, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover the light.

The car stopped steadily in front of him, the door swung open, and Shen Yiming stepped down with heavy steps.

The night in April was still cold, Lian Yan stood outside for a long time, even her skin was cold, Lian Yan looked at Shen Yiming, blinked her eyes dully, her eyes were sore, she wanted to cry, but she didn't want to.

"..." Shen Yiming looked around, and after a while he spoke, sighed, "Xiaoyan go to my house first."

Lian Yan didn't move, and gestured to him.

- Is my mother not wanting me anymore?

He was in a trance all the time, and couldn't believe that Xu Mei had left him just like that.It wasn't until Shen Yiming appeared that this fact got rid of the haze of imagining, and it was almost ruthlessly revealed in front of him.

"...Don't think about it yet," Shen Pingge paused, and said, "Get in the car, it's cold outside."

Lian Yan subconsciously looked at the black car, and suddenly saw a vague face in the back seat, and before he could take a closer look, the window rolled down.

The side face of the young man was exposed like this, with silvery moonlight and high beams.

Shen Pingge looked at him quietly.

Those eyes were different from the ones looking at him in the past, they were calm, as if they were carrying the coldness of spring.

Lian Yan stopped abruptly, looked at Shen Pingge in disbelief, and opened her eyes wide.

Why is Shen Pingge here?

Why did he come here with Shen Yiming? ——Shen, both have the surname Shen.

Before he could think about it, the car window was rolled up again, and the face was gone.

Shen Yiming thought he was nervous: "That's my son, don't be nervous—get in the car."

Lian Yan thought blankly.

Shen Pingge... is Shen Yiming's son?

He suddenly remembered the night when Shen Pingge thundered, and said to him in the roar.

"My dad doesn't like me."

The car door opened, and Lian Yan leaned over to get in, the heating inside quickly wrapped her cold body, Lian Yan looked at Shen Pingge.

Shen Pingge didn't wear a school uniform this time. He was wearing a thin white sweater. His side profile was smooth and his eyelashes were very long. He looked down at his hands.

"Ah," Lian Yan couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, and uttered a few monotonous syllables in his throat. He reached out to touch Shen Pingge.

He is Uncle Shen's son!

Lian Yan thought almost ecstatically.

Before his hand touched Shen Pingge's sleeve, Shen Pingge avoided it sideways.Then, Lian Yan listened to his voice.

"You don't touch me."

Lian Yan suddenly stopped and looked at Shen Pingge in disbelief.

The flame in his heart was suddenly poured with ice water, his fingertips stopped in the air stiffly and embarrassingly, Lian Yan opened his mouth in a daze - Shen Pingge's tone was too cold, Lian Yan had no defense.

Shen Yiming got into the main driver, "Is Xiaoyan cold? Do you need to turn up the temperature?"

Lian Yan hurriedly shook her head.

"Pingge, he's a junior from the junior high school of your school," Shen Yiming said while stepping on the clutch and shifting into gear, "Your name is——"

Shen Pingge interrupted him: "I know."

If Shen Pingge's first sentence after getting into the car just stunned Lian Yan, then the hostility in this sentence is obvious.

"What's your attitude?" Shen Yiming frowned, "I—"

He saw Lian Yan's eyes in the mirror, panicked and helpless like a young deer, Shen Yiming swallowed the words that followed, stopped talking, and took a deep breath.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff, Lian Yan hardly dared to breathe loudly, clutching the corner of her clothes tightly, lowering her head, desperately thinking about what she did wrong.

"Xiaoyan, did your mother leave any notes for you at home, just say 'hmm' if there is one, and keep silent if not," Shen Yiming asked.

Lian Yan: "..."

"She probably won't leave you alone, you don't have to be afraid," Shen Yiming said, "If it's the worst outcome, then don't worry, just stay at Uncle's house first, and Uncle's house has an extra pair of chopsticks You can still eat."

"Have you asked my opinion?" Shen Pingge cut in abruptly, "What about me?"

"Shen Pingge!" Shen Yiming frowned and said in a deep voice.

"You will always be like this!" Shen Pingge's voice suddenly rose, and Lian Yan was taken aback. He had seen Shen Pingge who spoke softly, Shen Pingge who drank, and Shen Pingge who coaxed him to sleep. The first time I saw Shen Pingge who was angry, "My opinion is not important at all, it has nothing to do with you!"

"Shut up!" Shen Yiming shouted, "What are you making a fuss about!"

Just as Shen Pingge was about to continue speaking, he caught a glimpse of Lian Yan's frightened posture from the corner of his eye—he didn't dare to move, his pretty face was almost blushing.

——He looked so pitiful, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he stared blankly at himself, as if he was immersed in a nightmare and hadn't woken up for a long time.

This is a lost child, Shen Pingge suddenly thought.

He couldn't get out of his bad words, don't open your eyes, the breath was choked in his chest, and he felt a dull pain, he suddenly said: "Stop the car."

"What are you doing?" Although Shen Pingge would quarrel with him sometimes, it was the first time for him to be so unreasonable in front of outsiders. He was successful in his career, but he felt extremely powerless in terms of being a father.

"Stop!" Shen Pingge didn't explain.

The car stopped, and the inertia caused Lian Yan's head to hit the front seat all of a sudden. It didn't hurt, but she was a little dizzy.

Shen Pingge got out of the car and slammed the door, Lian Yan looked at his back, panicked and uneasy, being abandoned, and the nonsensical shattering of the unsteady friendship made him very sad.

"Xiaoyan, don't worry about this matter, it has nothing to do with you," Shen Yiming continued, "He may be in a bad mood, Pingge... This child is still very good."

Shen Yiming didn't want Lian Yan to see the fierce quarrels brought about by the rebellious period - at this time Shen Pingge got out of the car, he suddenly became worried.

Feeling restless, Shen Yiming had no choice but to comfort himself, Shen Pingge was measured.He is sixteen, so he knows what to do.

"You and Shen Pingge knew each other before?" Shen Yiming asked.

Lian Yan: "Yes."

"Let me go back and talk about Pingge carefully. Uncle apologizes to you for what he said just now." Shen Yiming drove for a while, parked the car on the side of the road, turned to look at Lian Yan, but suddenly met a pair of red eyes, weeping.

"...Why are you still crying?" Shen Yiming was startled.

Lian Yan almost never cried in front of him, she often looked shy and shy. Shen Yiming knew that the child had suffered a lot, but he never cried out that he was tired—what could make such a child who can carry him cry?

Shen Yiming took out the paper, Lian Yan took it, avoiding Shen Yiming's sight, choked up silently, and wiped away her tears indiscriminately.

"Is it because of mother's matter?" Shen Yiming said softly.

Lian Yan was silent for a while, then nodded slowly.

"It's empty words to say 'it's okay' right now, go have a meal, and after the meal uncle will accompany you to the police station." Shen Yiming rubbed his hair, "Don't think about it."

Lian Yan sniffled and nodded.

·

Within a day, the neighbors in the neighborhood knew that the little mute who lived on the fifth floor was thrown by his mother, and the mother ran away with the man.

The surveillance showed that Xu Mei was carrying a suitcase, and the man who often appeared at Lian Yan's house was by her side. Xu Mei took a few steps, hesitated, and put the keys under the carpet.

This is her last sympathy for her own son.

She doesn't like Lian Yan, Lian Yan is an accidental product, but she is a woman after all, and she still has motherhood - in Lian Yan's notebook on the table, there is a thousand and twenty-two yuan.

When Lian Yan picked up the notebook, two steel coins fell out and fell to the ground crisply, feeling cold under the light.

Shen Yiming came out from the police station after adjusting the monitoring, and lit a cigarette. The red light of the cigarette burned the night, Lian Yan touched him lightly, and shook his head.

Shen Yiming exhaled a puff of cigarette, listened to Lian Yan, stomped out the cigarette.

As a parent, he couldn't understand Xu Mei's behavior of throwing her child away—maybe it was poverty, maybe it was Lian Yan's often sick body and unable to speak, or maybe it was the instigation of a man.

But in the end, for whatever reason, even Yan didn't have a mother.

As his sponsor, Shen Yiming helped Lian Yan withstand most of the wind and rain virtually. Even if it rained on Lian Yan's body, she would be able to dry quickly in a warm place.

"Then Xiaoyan can only follow Uncle Shen first." Shen Yiming leaned down to look at Lian Yan, Lian Yan pursed her lips, and Shen Yiming joked, "Then Xiaoyan should be wronged."

Suddenly, Lian Yan looked into his eyes, stepped forward, hugged Shen Yiming lightly, and breathed out two words with difficulty, right next to his ear.

"thanks."

Weak and powerless words, instead of the light of cigarette butts, brightly and secretly illuminated the night.

The author says:

It will take time for Pinger to accept this.Xu Mei's character will appear again later, please remember her and give a shout.

The pace of this book is so slow. In fact, everyone’s pursuit of more makes me feel a little nervous. I’m really a coward now. I don’t dare to read the comments. I don’t reply to the comments. It’s not because I didn’t read it, but actually I don't know how to reply, I want to reply every time, but it seems that there is nothing to say (poke hand. Okay, I won't talk too much here, there will be another chapter at ten o'clock later

[That... please... please a starfish _(:зゝ∠)_, thank you! 】