As long as he could remember, his mother was always crying. But if she cried, she would sing to him, and her voice was as beautiful as the distant and vague song she was singing now.

Those painful and shallow memories are almost forgotten, but for Nian Peng, the word "mother" is forever erased, leaving only a piece of candy and a song that is obviously cheerful but sad.

"I came from the mountains, bringing with me orchids."

“Plant it in a small garden and hope it blooms early.”

…

Nian Peng sat there next to Xie Yunshu, and the clear child's voice sang along softly. He did not cry or miss her. Perhaps at this young age, he still had a deep understanding of the separation of life and death, and even more so, he understood the helplessness and cruelty of reality.

He only remembered the gentle girl holding him and singing: "I look at it three times a day, the flowers have bloomed, but the orchid remains, without a single bud..."

After she finished singing, she would wipe his tears and say something to him that he could understand: "Nianpeng, Mom is going home. You have to help Mom remember where home is."

But he was too young to remember anything. He only remembered the sweet candies and the pleasant-sounding orchids.

Xie Yunshu put down the pen in his hand and gently helped him sing along with the beat: "Looking forward to the spring flowers blooming, and the wish will be fulfilled..."

Under the soft and scorching sun, the girl and the child sang softly. The afternoon was completely silent, with only the sound of cicadas chirping in unison.

They were singing so hard that they didn't notice that a Chinese couple in the distance was already in tears.

Ji Sian's eyes gradually turned red. He looked up at the dazzling sunlight and then slowly closed his eyes. Was it God's will? He had ruthlessly given birth to his sister's child and made him bear the Ji family's surname.

But somehow, on the first day his mother came to Haicheng, she met this child, and he was singing his favorite song in his lifetime.

It was such an afternoon, a teenage girl in a pink dress was dancing in a field of colorful orchids, smiling like a fairy falling from the sky. She coquettishly hugged his arm and said coquettishly: "Brother, when I get admitted to university, you must give me a pot of orchids!"

"That's all you want?" He had just started working at that time, and he was full of energy and ambition: "I will give you anything you like."

Even as a teenager, Ji Siyuan was still a person who was annoying to others: "Ji, you plant orchids every day, but you are afraid that mosquitoes will bite you to death!"

뀞뀞 turned to 꿵's mother and complained: "Mom and Dad, 괗 brother is bullying me!"

The natural result was that Ji Siyuan was scolded by his beloved daughter, and the whole yard was filled with singing and laughter, and the refreshing fragrance of orchids.

He thought that the girl from their Ji family would grow up happily, but the ending God gave her was cruel and bloody...

"Dad, Mom..." Ji Sian held back his sobs and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

He was worried that his mother's thoughts were too up and down and she was hurt, but now he didn't know how to comfort them.

But Ji's mother just listened quietly to them finish singing a song of orchid grass, and did not go forward to disturb them. Instead, she held Ji's hand tightly, turned around and walked towards the project building: "Let's talk about it when we get back."

Ji Xiao took a deep look at Xie Yunshu, then followed his wife towards the project building.

None of the three spoke. From beginning to end, Xie Yunshu and Nian Peng did not even look at them.

Xie Yunshu took out a candy from her pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into Nianpeng's mouth: "I'll give you a piece of paper and a pen, you go over and draw, okay? Auntie has something to do now!"

Nian Peng nodded obediently and covered his mouth with his little hand: "I will definitely be able to speak."

My grandmother once said that when adults are busy, quiet children are good children.

Ji's mother came from Pengcheng the other day. The preliminary work of the project here is about to come to an end. There is a policy from Pengcheng that the country is about to auction the land, so they want Ji Sian to go back early.

The project here was completed by Ji 꿵.

In the office, Ji Sian poured a cup of tea for his mother and said, "The auction of the land is urgent. I will go back after the building is completed. Siyuan is studying painting recently. I have talked to his professor. He is very talented in this area and there is no need to tie him down. And your residence..."

"Tell me about that child just now." Ji's mother Zhou Meizhen interrupted him, but her hand holding the teacup was shaking slightly: "Who is he?"

It's just a coincidence. He looks too much like 뀞뀞 when he was a child, and there's also the song "Orchid Grass".

Ji Sian paused, knowing that it was meaningless to continue hiding it: "Mom, calm down first."

"How can I be stable?!"

Zhou Meizhen put the teacup on the table, the tea splashed out, and she spoke again with an excited tone: "Si'an, has she left? How could there be a child who looks so much like her, and you are not surprised at all, what are you hiding from me?"

Although Ji Chenggong's eyes were red, he was much calmer than his wife. He patted her shoulder gently and said, "Meizhen, listen to Si'an first."

Ji Sian silently refilled her tea, suppressing the pain in his heart: "Mom, when you are forced to give birth to a child..."

Snap...

The teacup fell on her, and Zhou Meizhen suddenly raised her head and looked at him: "What did you say?"

She was sixteen years old when she was kidnapped, and the child looked at least five years old!

She thought, she dared not think: "How could it be, how could it be?"

Is the suffering she experienced for her husband just the tip of the iceberg? However, even if she thought about it, she didn't know what a teenage girl would experience when she was trafficked to the mountains.

She just never dared to think about it.

Ji Chenggong's hands trembled slightly. He wanted to take a sip of tea, but he couldn't get it to his lips. Finally, he put down the teacup powerlessly, and a tear flowed down the corner of his eye: "So this child, you have been hiding it from us?"

He understood what his son meant. The child was a fake born by him, but it still had their adopted blood in it.

Ji Sian briefly told Nian Peng's story: "He is living with an old man now, and his household registration has been settled. Mom, let's end this matter here and let An go."

Zhou Meizhen didn't say anything. She covered her face tightly and cried softly. The matter of her little daughter was an eternal pain in her heart and she would never be able to get over it in her lifetime.

No mother can let go of such pain, she just chooses to suppress it. But now that she suddenly sees her son who is so similar to her when he was a child, how can she stop here!

There is animal blood in that child's body, but it is clearly human blood!

She is a mother, so compared to the three children of the Ji family, she can't understand why she wants the Ji family's children just because of this?

"I want to take him back. His name is Nian Peng. He is the continuation of my family. I can't let him wander around outside!"

Ji Sian closed his eyes in pain, but the thing he feared most still happened.