After the conversation between father and son ended, Shen Fu told Ning Yanshu to go back to his room to play.
He went to the kitchen to find Ning Wan.
Ning Wan was busy preparing dinner.
Hearing a noise behind her, she instinctively said, "Aman, we've run out of garlic..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Wan suddenly froze.
How could she forget that Shen Fu had regained his memory?
How could he possibly peel garlic for himself while crying, like Ah Man used to?
A sense of loss inevitably rose in my heart.
She shook her head, dismissing the idea, and turned to get the garlic from the basket.
Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared in front of me.
A peeled garlic clove is placed in the palm of my hand.
Ning Wan looked up and stared blankly at Shen Fu.
Seeing her lost in thought, Shen Fu smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't we run out of garlic?"
Ning Wan lowered her eyes.
She admitted that her heart was wavering little by little.
“I don’t like peeling garlic,” Ning Wan suddenly said.
"It doesn't matter."
Shen Fu slowly approached Ning Wan.
Seeing that she did not resist, he pulled her into his arms and said, "Aman promised Wanwan that he would peel garlic for her for the rest of his life."
In her memory, it was Aman's innocent and sincere promise to her.
A deep, gentle voice filled my ears.
The moment they embraced, their breaths mingled.
The broken souls seemed to become whole in that instant.
Even in that empty heart, the dried blood began to flow again.
It was throbbing wildly, almost bursting forth.
At that moment, Shen Fu seemed to understand what he had been pursuing all along...
...
During dinner, Ning Wan couldn't help but ask Shen Fu, "Did you know Old Mrs. Chen before?"
"Call me Aman."
Throughout the entire night, Shen Fu persisted in correcting Ning Wan's form of address.
Ning Wan, worn down by his persistence, had no choice but to ask again, "Did Aman know Old Madam Chen before? She seemed particularly close to you."
Shen Fu tried hard to recall, but to no avail.
He shook his head: "I don't know him."
In this world, there are very few people who are kind to him besides Ning Wan.
In the depths of my memory, there has never been anyone like Grandma Chen.
Thinking of the old woman's increasingly hunched figure and haggard spirit, Ning Wan said, "If there's a way, let's help Grandma find her child."
Shen Fu nodded in agreement: "Okay."
...
That night, Shen Fu stayed at Ning Wan's house again.
Although Ning Wan said he could go back to his apartment or villa.
This way, the body can get a good rest, which is also beneficial for the injury on the forehead.
But Shen Fu refused.
Late at night, Shen Fu lay on his back on that small folding bed, with his legs below his knees dangling in the air.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.
My brain is thinking about things related to the company.
But he just couldn't get into the zone.
This bed is far too small; it's very uncomfortable to sleep in.
Shen Fu suspected that if he were a worse sleeping posture, he would roll off the bed after turning over a couple more times.
But the faint fragrance in the air always lingered around him, making him reluctant to leave.
That was Ning Wan's scent.
It smells wonderful and makes me feel very safe.
Thinking of Ning Wan, Shen Fu smiled again.
He lay down, intending to fall asleep. Not far away, the doorknob suddenly turned.
A moment later, the door was opened.
By the moonlight, Shen Fu saw a small figure.
He sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"
“…Dad.” Ning Yanshu walked up to him, holding an Ultraman doll in her arms.
Shen Fu is not good at socializing.
In his past life experiences, he had never spent any time with children.
He was somewhat at a loss when he suddenly regained his memory and found himself with a 5-year-old child.
Throughout Ning Yanshu's childhood, Shen Fu's role as a father remained absent.
He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to play the role of a father well.
They were even more afraid that it would disappoint the mother and son.
Shen Fu cleared his throat, trying to make his tone as gentle as possible: "Can't sleep? Or were you having a nightmare?"
Ning Yanshu shook his head, then climbed onto the small bed and lay down next to Shen Fu.
Shen Fu turned sideways to make room.
Then she pulled the blanket towards Ning Yanshu.
Ning Yanshu opened her big, round eyes and asked, "Dad, will you leave someday? Will you leave me and Mom?"
Why are you suddenly asking this?
"Xiao Shu is just worried. She's worried that her father will leave in the future, and she's also worried that all of this is just a dream."
In the darkness, Ning Yanshu's eyes flickered slightly: "Before I had a father, Xiaoshu made a wish to her grandfather in heaven, wanting to have a father... Later, Aman came."
Shen Fu slowly recalled the memory of being picked up by Ning Yanshu.
Recalling that extraordinary experience, Shen Fu couldn't help but chuckle.
"Later, I made a wish to Grandpa in Heaven, hoping that Aman could become Xiaoshu's real father, and then Aman really did become a father!" Ning Yanshu said excitedly, "I think Grandpa in Heaven must really like Xiaoshu. That's why every wish Xiaoshu makes comes true!"
Hearing his childish words, a wave of tenderness washed over me.
He said softly, "Because our little book is a good child, everyone loves little book, whether it's Grandpa in heaven or everyone around us."
Ning Yanshu smiled, a rare moment of shyness on her face.
Then he added, "So Little Book greedily made a third wish to Grandpa in Heaven."
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