Shen Yun walked in listlessly and looked at Madam Shen, who had already sat up with a look of concern on her face.
Shen Yun suddenly felt aggrieved, pursed his lips, rushed over in a few steps, took off his shoes, ran into Madam Shen's arms, and burrowed into her arms, his voice trembling: "Mom, I had a nightmare."
She needed an excuse to get through.
Mrs. Shen’s heart softened, and she hugged the person and comforted him, “Mom is here.”
They were originally the closest mother and daughter, but fate played a trick on her and she lost her daughter. Fortunately, she came back.
Father Shen stood there for a while, wanting to touch a cigarette to relieve his fatigue, but gave up after thinking about it, and slowly walked back to the bed. He raised his hand and patted her shoulder involuntarily: "Dad is here too, it's okay, it's all a dream."
Shen Yun was silent in his arms. She was a stubborn person. Before she could come to her senses, no one's comfort would be of any use.
But in Mrs. Shen's arms, the panic in her heart was gradually dispelled, and her restless heart calmed down.
"Mom, what was I like as a child?"
When Shen Yun was a child, Madam Shen's eyes swept across the painful struggle, and a torn wound always appeared repeatedly on the scar.
Mrs. Shen hugged her daughter tightly and recalled with a smile: "You were white and plump when you were born, weighing a full 8.8 jins."
"88 jins! You must have suffered too much!" Chen Yun couldn't imagine how a baby weighing 88 jins was born.
Mrs. Shen couldn’t help but smile when she heard her exclamation: “Fortunately, I had a caesarean section.”
"That's torture too. A cut on the stomach is scary." Shen Yun suddenly sat up straight and asked Mrs. Shen, "Can I see it?"
With Mrs. Shen's consent, Shen Yun tentatively lifted up her clothes with her little hands. Under the dim light, a scar appeared clearly on her lower abdomen.
I traced the scar with my fingertips. It turned out that this was where she came from. How magical!
"Was I obedient when I was a child?" She was eager to know what she was like when she was a child.
“I’m not obedient.” Mrs. Shen answered honestly: “I have endless energy. I have to go out every day. I’ve been thinking about leaving since I was ten months old.”
"I kept falling down while walking. I cried when it hurt, and then I kept walking after crying enough."
Shen Yun chuckled and continued to ask some small questions.
The mother and daughter tacitly agreed not to mention the disappearance. Let the past be the past, and everyone's wound will heal with scars.
Whether it is Madam Shen or the original owner.
Shen Yun buried his head in his arms again and asked softly, "What were my brother and sister like when they were little?"
"They are very obedient, your brother..."
The mother and daughter talked for a long time, and Father Shen sat next to them and listened for a long time.
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