Awang walked into the crowd holding a jar of wine.
"Song Lan, he's a little different."
Awang didn't say how it was different. He just left a word and walked into the noisy crowd.
The lively dining table was filled to the brim.
There were many people at the table, chattering, one talking and the other talking, and you couldn't even hear what the other person was saying, but they were all happy, cheerful and laughing.
If you eat peanuts while eating dumplings, you will cheer.
After drinking and burping, you should burst into laughter.
If you talk without saying anything, there will be a commotion.
…
No one mentioned how much suffering there was during those twenty years of silence.
A meal to celebrate the reunion of Jiang Mingxi's family of four lasted from noon to night.
The stars shone brightly in the dark blue sky. Bai Zheming pointed to the brightest one, his eyes hazy with drunkenness. "When I was little, Xiaoxi always asked Dad to take down that star. He wanted to hang it on the toilet, saying that he wouldn't be afraid of the dark when he took a shit."
Jiang Mingxi: ...
Hello!
I just wanted to cover Bai Zheming's mouth.
Song Lan pinched Jiang Mingxi's cheek, full of curiosity, "Why are you afraid of the dark when you poop?"
Zhao Jiayuan also looked surprised, "Yes, yes, don't you turn on the light in the bathroom for your children?"
Bai Zheming smiled, his eyes gentle and full of doting as he looked at Jiang Mingxi, "When he was little, there was one time when he was pooping and the power went out. He was so scared that he started crying in the bathroom."
Zhao Ke's eyes widened. "What about crying with shit on your butt?"
Gao Le was shocked. "Did he run out in fear? There was still some unfinished shit on his butt..."
Jiang Mingxi couldn't stand it any longer and jumped up from his chair, "I've said enough! Let's eat!"
Awang gloated, "When he first went to the orphanage, he would cry loudly when the lights were turned off at night. He cried miserably. He would not sleep until the lights were turned on, otherwise he would make a fuss and ask for the stars in the sky."
Bai Zheming wanted to hear every detail of his brother's past in the orphanage.
"Did anyone get upset by crying and get beaten?"
Awang shook his head. "No, our headmistress is very kind to us, just like our own mother."
Awang wasn't saying this to comfort everyone, he was saying that the headmistress was really nice.
"In the beginning, the headmistress always took care of him while he slept. Later, when other children fell ill, the headmistress went to take care of them at night, so she put him in my room and I took care of him while he slept."
It was at that time that Awang and Jiang Mingxi officially began to get to know each other.
Later, Awang took care of Jiang Mingxi for many days and nights in the orphanage.
Zhao Jiayuan was curious, "So he kept the lights on while sleeping in the orphanage?"
Awang glanced at Song Lan and said, "He turned on the light at first. Then he got some stars from somewhere and hid them in the room furtively. He told me secretly that his mother gave them to him."
Zheng Muyun's brows trembled, knowing that this mother was not her.
Zhao Ke was shocked, "His mother?"
Awang smiled and said, "There's a small river behind our orphanage. When the weather is nice, the orphanage takes the children to play by the river. He made new friends there and calls them mom."
Awang was clearly telling Jiang Mingxi's embarrassing stories with a smile, but Zheng Muyun, Bai Jinghan and Bai Zheming almost cried when they heard them.
Calling someone mom...
Xiaoxi misses her mother so much.
The excitement of a meal cannot dispel twenty years of sorrow.
After eating, drinking, and making noise, Feng Moshan, Chen Chong, Song Bai, and the others cleared the table. Grandpa Song handed Bai Jinghan a cigarette and said, "No. 57 next door is also ours. Want to go over there? We originally wanted Xiaoxi to live there, but Awang let Xiaoxi live here. Song Lan's eldest brother and I have discussed that if you guys live at No. 58 in the future, we will move to No. 57 so we can look after each other."
Bai Jinghan's memory still hasn't recovered.
There were always a few people coming out here and there, taking the cigarette handed to them by Grandpa Song and following him to No. 57.
The two of them were walking and chatting, and Grandpa Song told Bai Jinghan about Xiaoxi's life-saving grace.
As Jiang Mingxi followed Song Lan in and out, Zheng Muyun secretly called out to Awang. With a slightly unfamiliar restraint, Zheng Muyun rubbed her fingers and said pleadingly, "Awang, can Auntie chat with you?"
Awang talked about Xiaoxi all night long, but he didn't show it on his face. However, he was looking forward to it more than anyone else. He hoped that the Bai family would take the initiative to chat with him and ask about the past.
Jiang Mingxi's past was too bitter.
People's hearts are biased.
He knew that Bai Zheming was not having an easy life, and that Zheng Muyun and Bai Jinghan were having an even harder time, but he hoped that those who came back would love Jiang Mingxi well.
After hearing Zheng Muyun's question, Awang breathed a sigh of relief and said with a subtle smile, "Okay."
Zheng Muyun asked Awang what he thought, "Then... shall we go for a walk over there?"
Stay away from the crowd here.
Awang understood that he probably had something to say.
Picking up a bottle of mineral water, Awang followed Zheng Muyun and strolled out of the second gate.
They said they came out to chat, but when it was really just the two of them, Zheng Muyun had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.
It was Awang who spoke first. He took out a small stone from his pocket, placed it in his palm, and said jokingly, "This is the star that Xiaoxi brought back when he was a child. His mother gave it to him."
Zheng Muyun looked over.
It's just an ordinary stone.
"Yes..." Zheng Muyun's voice choked. He took the stone from Awang's palm and looked at it carefully. "How old was Xiaoxi?"
"Over four years old."
Zheng Muyun held the stone and took a deep breath. When her little treasure was four years old, he didn't have his mother by his side...
Why.
Zheng Muyun didn't dare to think along these lines at all.
I feel so uncomfortable that I can't stand it even if I think about it.
She pursed her lips and looked at the stone in her hand. "It has been preserved for so many years."
The voice paused slightly, Zheng Muyun stopped and looked up at Awang, "I watched the variety show that Xiaoxi participated in in the hospital later."
I watched it many times.
"During the paternity test, I saw someone commenting that Doctor Gu, Gu Yanchu, is a psychiatrist." Zheng Muyun frowned, a look of deep worry between his brows. "Did you invite him over? Did you invite him... for Xiaoxi?"
Zheng Muyun directly turned the topic to Gu Yanchu.
This is the result that Awang longs to see.
Just as he didn't finish what he said to Special Assistant Su: Those who really care about him will know it even if I don't say it.
Without saying anything more, Awang nodded, "Yes, it's such a big deal after all."
Zheng Muyun frowned even deeper, "Awang, I, I don't know if I'm worried or what, but these days, Xiaoxi comes to see me, accompanies me, and talks to me every day.
“But I always felt that something was not right with him.
"that is……
“He’s a little dissociative.
"Is Xiaoxi...sick?"
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