Chapter 15

The child was lying in the stroller, his skin was red and wrinkled, and he looked so ugly.

Wei Qian loves this ugly little monkey so much.

She stayed in the hospital for two days after giving birth, and was discharged after it was confirmed that she was not seriously ill.

Xie Xueruo hired a confinement nanny who prepared different meals for her three times a day. Her body wrapped in cotton clothes became plumper day by day, and she gradually began to look forward to the future.

Hearing Song Youran's voice outside the door, she remembered that the boy had maliciously scared her into the hospital, and she struggled to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

She didn't dare get too close to Song Youran. She sat on the farthest sofa, her eyes fixed on Song Youran's every move. She explained to Xie Xueruo, "I'm afraid the child will cry."

Xie Xueruo didn't object to her and turned to ask Song Youran, "Do you want to hug me?"

Before Song Youran could answer, Wei Qian's eyes widened and she sat up straight, fearing that Song Youran would do something inappropriate so that she could pounce on her and stop her at any time.

Song Youran poked the child's tender cheek and said, "No need."

Although this child was born in the coldest season of the year, he was well protected and had been lying in a house as warm as spring, without suffering from the slightest bit of cold.

"Does he have a name?"

Xie Xueruo smiled and replied, "His name is Dongdong, the Dong of winter."

"Dong dong, dong dong, it sounds like beating a drum." Song Youran smiled, but her mouth felt bitter.

Dongdong opened his mouth, revealing his pink gums, and kicked his little legs in the stroller.

Wei Qian stood up and said, "It's time to feed the baby."

Xie Xueruo helped push the stroller back into the room and closed the door.

When I came out, I saw Song Youran sitting in the living room full of childlike fun, holding a rattle in her hand.

The jingle-jingle sound is very pleasant. Newborn babies can hear a little bit of the sound and their heads will move in the direction of the bell.

Xie Xueruo sat down next to Song Youran, "Are you and Wen Chu close?"

Good enough to sleep in one room.

Before, Song Youran said that Wen Chu would give him everything he wanted, and Xie Xueruo thought it was childish talk.

Song Youran shook the bell: "He's a little silly."

Xie Xueruo remained noncommittal. As far as she knew, Wen Chu's performance at the Song Corporation was not brilliant, but amazing. He was only in his teens, but he handled his work with ease and was more experienced than many adults. Song Hongtao almost always responded to his requests.

How could such a person be stupid?

"You Ran, if you still want to go to Jiangbei, I can help you transfer schools." Xie Xueruo suddenly said.

So good? Is it that distance makes beauty? They were at loggerheads last time, nearly to the point of destruction.

Song Youran put down the bell and said, "No need."

If you are too hungry, even the most delicious food will lose its appeal.

What made Xie Xueruo change her mind?

Song Youran didn't dare to think about it too much. It couldn't be the gold locket he gave to Xie Dong.

Since Xie Xueruo has let down her guard against him, he should take advantage of the situation and accumulate strength. One day, he will take the future into his own hands.

He changed the subject and asked Wei Qian, "Why is she still here?"

Xie Xueruo said: "She will stay and take care of Dongdong."

"In what capacity?" Song Youran disagreed. "Mom, aren't you worried?"

How could Xie Xueruo become like this?

Shouldn't she let Wei Qian take the money and leave as soon as possible?

Is she crazy to let a tool that provides belly take care of her child?

On the way back, Song Youran rested her head on the backrest of the driver's seat, covered her cheeks with her hands, and her shoulders twitched.

Xie Xueruo said: Xiaoqian is also the child's mother, I believe her.

He had never gained Xie Xueruo's trust, and he was able to gain a little freedom now because Xie Xueruo no longer needed him.

Uncle Zhong parked the car in the yard and heard suppressed crying coming from the back seat.

The crying did not last long. The car door opened, the cold wind blew in, and the crying was soon covered by the heavy snow.

He is an abandoned child.

The old man said, "It was still dark and the dog in the house was barking. I opened the door and saw you lying on an old piece of clothing under the peach tree in front of the house, laughing."

The peach tree is huge. It blooms in spring and bears fruit in summer.

He led a big dog and carried a basket full of red peaches to the town to sell.

Passing by the white house at the entrance of the village, I saw a beautiful woman getting out of a car holding a child.

The child leaned softly in the woman's arms and called her "Mom".

Throughout the summer, he walked a long way to the town every day to sell peaches. One day, when he was coming back with half a basket of unsold peaches, he saw a child walking out of the white house.

The child was so small that he walked unsteadily. He held onto the white fence and called him "brother".

He put down the bamboo basket, picked out the smallest peach, and rolled it into the gap under the fence.

He pointed at the candy bag in the child's hand and said, "I'll give you a peach, and you give me a piece of candy."

The children in the village all like to eat candy. Every time they open their mouths and cry, the adults will stuff a piece of candy in their mouths. The children will immediately close their mouths for fear that the candy will fall out, and then they will stop crying.

He had never eaten sugar before. He heard that sugar was sweet. Could it be sweeter than the biggest peach on the tree?

The child did not pick up the peach on the ground, but opened the bag and took out a candy and gave it to him.

He took it and found that the candy was smaller and rounder than a peach. He carefully tore off the outer candy wrapper, but got so anxious that the candy ball rolled off his fingertips and fell into the mud in front of his shoes.

He reached out to pick it up and heard the child say, "You can't eat anything that has fallen on the ground."

The child gave him another candy.

He took the candy and put it in his pocket. He also picked up the candy on the ground, patted the dirt off it, tilted his head back and put it in his mouth. Then he smiled and asked the child to help him kick the small peaches on the ground out.

"You don't want it anyway."

He took it for granted that anything that fell on the ground was ownerless, and that whatever he picked up was his, just like when he picked up trash and sold it for money, no one would ask him for a share of the profits.

He wants everything that others don't want.

He often went to play with the children and never exchanged peaches for candy. He knew that the children had plenty of candy, and giving them one or two would be enough to make them happy for several days.

Another day, he went to play with his children and saw a car parked in front of the white house from a distance. After a beautiful woman got in the car, the car drove away immediately.

He thought the woman was just like before, leaving the child alone in the white house when she went out for a while.

But the door of the white house was locked. He shouted the child's name outside the fence until his throat was sore, but the child did not come out.

He went there again the next day, but there was still no one in the white house;

On the third day, there was still no one;

Day 4…

He figured they must have moved away.

People come and go, just like the flowers and leaves on a peach tree. The flowers fade and the leaves grow, and the leaves fade and the flowers bloom, year after year, over and over again.

That winter was particularly cold. The old man who had been ill for a long time and could not get out of bed called him over, held his hand and asked him to follow Miss Xie in the future.

The beautiful woman lowered her eyes to look at him. "From now on, your name will be Song Youran, and I will be your mother."

He moved into the white house with the woman, cleaned his face and hands, and put on new clothes.

All the gifts the woman gave to the old man were placed on the wooden table in the middle of the shabby house, and none of them were opened.

Winter passed and spring came, the peach tree bloomed again, but the old man never opened his eyes again.

He buried the old man's ashes under the peach tree, gave the big furry dog ​​to his friends in the village, climbed into the cool car, and went with the woman to the big city she mentioned.

The woman told him that he would have a rich father and would never have to worry about food and clothing from then on.

He was looking forward to living a good life.

However, what awaited him was:

"Eat less, you can't grow any taller!"

"You're not feeling well, you can't go out!"

"You can't run, your lungs won't be able to take it!"

It turns out that he is a sickly person.

He saw a face in the mirror that looked like him and yet looked different. To be honest, if he hadn't looked in the mirror, he wouldn't have known who he was.

The woman said that if he got off the boat midway, he would drown.

So, the carrot hanging in front of his nose took him on and on, until now.

He buried his head in his arms and tears streamed down his face.

Wen Chu followed the footprints and found the boy under the tree. He had his legs bent and his arms folded to cover his face. The whistling cold wind dispersed his almost inaudible sobs.

Wen Chu held up an umbrella to shield the boy from the wind and snow: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

No one answered, only the endless wind roared loudly.

Wen Chu sat down next to the boy and placed the umbrella between them.

The wind blew past, and the snow on the branches fell off, hitting the umbrella and making it bounce.

The world under the umbrella is warmed by human body temperature.

Song Youran wiped away her tears, looked up and said to Wen Chu, "Let's go in."

No matter what happens, life must go on. Song Youran has always understood this truth.

The big black umbrella moved in the silver snow, and the only thing that was cold was the wind and snow outside the umbrella.

Song Youran reached out to hold the shaking umbrella handle and urged the young man beside him to speed up.

The two young men, one tall and one short, huddled together under an umbrella, supporting each other, and slowly walked from the cold world to the warmth of spring.

Song Youran's emotions came and went quickly.

Wen Chu opened the door with hot ginger tea in his hand, and Song Youran was already chatting with the buyer on the phone.

He still couldn't see Song Youran's tears, he only saw Song Youran's red eyes.

After Song Youran sold two items, she picked up the ginger tea and drank it slowly.

Wen Chu squatted beside him and watched him drink the ginger tea bit by bit, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

He lost interest in Song Youran's tears. He wanted to say to Song Youran: Uncle, don't cry. I will give you whatever you want.

But when he thought about it, he suddenly realized that everything he had was a gift from others, and he was actually not richer than Song Youran.

After thinking about this, Wen Chu felt extremely sad.

He grabbed Song Youran's hand and said, "Uncle, I will try my best!"

Song Youran looked at him in confusion. "...Then keep up the good work, then?"

Wen Chu nodded heavily: "I will!"

He went back to his room and took out all the novels he had read and hadn't read, and threw them into the storage box one by one.

Song Youran stood at the door and asked curiously, "Are you not going to read novels anymore?"

Wen Chu replied: "I'm grown up now and have more important things to do."

It seemed to confirm what he said in the summer - when he grew up, he would have no time to read.

The boxes filled with novels were carried away one after another the next day.

Song Hongtao was very satisfied with Wen Chu's enthusiasm and asked Secretary Cen to deliver a stack of obscure business documents.

As the days passed, Secretary Cen spent more and more time in the villa, and brought more and more information.

Wen Chu's desk was filled with documents that Song Youran couldn't understand. The densely packed words and symbols together formed difficult-to-read scriptures.

Song Youran slammed the folder on the desk. "Only a fool could understand that!"

The ghost sitting on the reclining chair raised his head and said, "Uncle, take a rest and have some snacks."

"Eat, eat, eat! Do you think I'm a pig?"

After cursing, Song Youran angrily ran to lie on the sofa, crossed her legs and added new products to the mobile phone online store.

As the balance in her bank account grew, Song Youran happily placed an order online for a preschool education robot with a rating of 9.9.