Yan Jiang sneered.
"In my heart, Yan Rufeng and Nan Yiyi died in 2006. After all, we were family, so how could I not erect a tombstone for my parents? Even if the bodies can't be found, there should be a cenotaph for them."
Looking at Nan Yiyi with amusement, Yan Jiang asked her: "Don't you think so?"
Nan Yiyi felt horrified when she heard these words.
She was so angry that her neck became thick. She seemed to be about to curse Yan Jiang, but she didn't know what she was afraid of, so she endured it.
Nan Yiyi drank the cup of tea to calm her heartbeat.
When she spoke again, Nan Yiyi used that gentle tone again, "Jiang Jiang, blame someone, blame your father. He forced me to do this!" Nan Yiyi's hatred for Yan Rufeng was greater than the surging river.
It’s absolutely right to put all the blame on Yan Rufeng.
Yan Jiang said nothing.
Nan Yiyi suddenly laughed and said affectionately, "It's not easy for Jiang Jiang to come to Fengcheng, and it's getting late. Look, why don't you stay at my house tonight? Stay a few more days. I haven't seen you in so many years, and I want to spend some time with you."
Yan Jiang flatly refused: "I have booked a room at the hotel."
"Then..." Nan Yiyi glanced at Yan Jiang timidly. Seeing that he was calm, she boldly invited him: "How about this, come to my house for dinner tomorrow?"
"I remember that when Jiang Jiang was little, he loved eating the dishes cooked by his mother. Tomorrow, I'll ask his mother to cook a meal for you too. Just think of it as fulfilling my wish, okay?"
Nan Yiyi's cautious look made Yan Jiang unable to refuse her.
This person is, after all, his mother.
She was guilty, but she gave birth to him and raised him for twelve years.
The grace of raising a child cannot be completely ignored.
Furthermore, if Yan Rufeng had not done such a shocking thing first, causing Nan Yiyi to be looked down upon and feel disheartened, their mother-son relationship would not be as ugly as it is now.
"Let's talk about it later."
Nan Yiyi assumed that Yan Jiang agreed, and she was immediately overjoyed.
The next morning, Nan Yiyi got up early and went to the seafood market to buy a lot of seafood and chicken feet. When Yan Jiang was a child, his favorite food was the braised chicken feet and scrambled eggs with onions made by Nan Yiyi.
After returning home, Nan Yiyi took a photo of the chicken feet and sent it to Yan Jiang via MMS, leaving a message saying, "Jiang Jiang, don't you love the braised chicken feet I make the most? Mom bought a pound of chicken feet. Can you come over to my house for lunch today?"
She sent another text message with her home address attached.
Yan Jiang hadn't slept well all night and woke up early. After receiving Nan Yiyi's text message, he hesitated for a long time, but finally changed his clothes, put on a mask and went to Nan Yiyi's house.
Hearing the doorbell, Nan Yiyi quickly took off her gloves and ran to open the door in surprise. Seeing that the person standing outside the door was indeed Yan Jiang, Nan Yiyi's face spread with a sincere and happy smile.
"Jiang Jiang, come in quickly."
Nan Yiyi pulled Yan Jiang into the house and discovered a bunch of beautifully wrapped carnations placed in the corner outside the door.
Nan Yiyi glanced at Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang's ears were red and he was changing his shoes with his head down.
Nan Yiyi felt warm in her heart. She walked out of the door, bent down, picked up the carnations on the ground and went into the house. Yan Jiang changed his shoes and looked up. He saw Nan Yiyi holding a bunch of carnations and looking at him with a smile on her face. She was very moved.
Yan Jiang tried to explain, but it only made things more obvious: "I didn't buy it. I don't know who left it at the door."
Nan Yiyi suppressed her laughter and nodded, "Yeah, it might be the community property management sending some warmth."
Yan Jiang: “…”
"Um."
Yan Jiang walked into Nan Yiyi's home and saw that she lived in a three-bedroom apartment. The house was very clean and there was no sign that a man had lived there. He couldn't help feeling confused.
Isn't she married?
Yan Jiang had never investigated Nan Yiyi and didn't know what kind of life she was living now.
When she was in high school, Nan Yiyi had written letters to Yan Jiang, sent him money, and told him her home address. Nan Yiyi was too embarrassed to see Yan Jiang again, so she told him her home address, hoping that Yan Jiang would come to see her one day.
Yan Jiang stared at the overly clean house. He asked Nan Yiyi in surprise, "You haven't gotten married in all these years?"
Nan Yiyi shook her head, "No."
Yan Jiang asked: "Why don't you get married?"
Nan Yiyi: "It's boring. Marriage is exhausting."
I think it was because of that marriage that year that Nan Yiyi was deeply hurt, so she never dared to touch marriage easily again. Yan Jiang didn't ask about these things anymore.
After entering the house, Yan Jiang sat on the sofa. Nan Yiyi turned on the TV for him and then attentively brought him a plate of cut fruit.
Everything is fine and polite, as if we were honored guests.
And they are actually a mother and son.
"The meal is ready. I'll bring it out right away." Nan Yiyi brought the dishes to the table, took off her apron, and waved towards Yan Jiang, calling out, "Jiang Jiang, come and eat."
Yan Jiang turned off the TV, got up and walked to the dining room.
Seeing the table full of his favorite dishes, Yan Jiang's eyes warmed slightly.
He sat down and just picked up the bowl when Nan Yiyi couldn't wait to pick up a chicken foot for him. "You like this the most. I put Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers in it. Try it."
"Yes, thank you."
Yan Jiang took a bite of the braised chicken feet. The spicy, fragrant and soft braised chicken feet were so delicious that it made him want to cry.
"How is it? Is mom's cooking good?" Nan Yiyi asked him expectantly.
Yan Jiang lowered his eyelids and whispered, "I don't remember what the chicken feet I used to taste like." More than ten years have passed, and his taste buds have long forgotten that delicious taste.
Nan Yiyi's smile froze slightly, frozen on her face.
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