When Aunt Liu came down from the master bedroom on the third floor and went to the master bedroom on the second floor, Ji Niancheng was kneeling on the small sofa placed by the window, holding a small spoon and eating small goldfish wontons in big mouthfuls.
Ji Yuqi sat opposite him, across from him on a small but exquisite solid wooden table, looking at him with a strong yet gentle smile in his eyes.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to burn yourself." Looking at his son wolfing down the food he had made, Ji Yuqi felt an indescribable happiness in his heart.
Sweet and proud.
"Mom, the little goldfish wontons you made are so delicious. They are the best wontons I have ever eaten. I can eat so many of them." Ji Niancheng shoveled several wontons into his mouth at the same time, then looked up at Ji Yuqi with puffed cheeks. While praising Ji Yuqi's cooking skills, he opened his arms as wide as possible to tell his mother how much he could eat.
Ji Yuqi carefully calculated in her mind that since Pei Yucheng took Ji Nian away in Country M, they had not seen each other for two months and nine days.
This wasn't the longest they'd been apart.
The longest time was in the early summer of the year before last.
She followed the crew to Philadelphia, a thousand kilometers away from Los Angeles, USA, to film.
When I returned to Ji Niancheng's side again, Country M had entered deep autumn when everything was withering.
The sycamore tree downstairs from the inpatient department was covered with a thick layer of yellow leaves.
She had just come out of the administrative building dragging her suitcase when she saw from afar a pitifully small and lonely figure sitting on the steps at the entrance of the inpatient department.
Ji Yuqi's emotions would get out of control.
The pain in my heart felt like a sharp knife was cutting me alive.
Every time he heard that she was coming back, Ji Niancheng would sit on the steps waiting for her very early that day.
Li Tong said that after he got up, he sat at the entrance of the inpatient department.
At that time, Ji Niancheng's medical expenses were too high and Ji Yuqi's income was unstable, so in order to save money, Ji Yuqi would take the high-speed train instead of a plane. Even if she could take a plane, she would never be willing to book a ticket during prime time.
Every time she comes back, it is at night, and if the flight is delayed, it will be late at night.
But no matter how late it was, Ji Niancheng would always rush towards her the first second she appeared and fill her arms with his whole body.
The babyish voice of "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" filled her eardrums and lingered for a long time.
Ji Yuqi always couldn't help thinking: When will he have money, when will he be able to cure his illness, when will he be able to stop, when will he have time to spend with his son, do nothing all day, just hold him quietly, tell him stories, cook for him whatever he likes to eat, and most importantly, when will he stop waiting for himself alone.
Ever since Ji Yuqi took Ji Niancheng to seek medical treatment everywhere, the words she heard most were: "You'd better be mentally prepared. Heart transplant surgery has always been very risky. Coupled with your child's poor constitution, the chances of success will be greatly reduced."
Ji Yuqi has been very anxious, trapped in endless panic and fear.
She was always looking forward to the heart surgery, but was also always afraid that the heart surgery would take away her beloved son.
For so many years, the scene of Ji Niancheng's recovery could only appear in her dreams.
Ji Yuqi never dared to believe that his son could actually survive this disaster.
From now on, I can finally live safely and smoothly, go to school and do whatever I want like all normal children.
Ji Yuqi looked at the cute and well-behaved son in front of him, and his whole body was filled with the power of happiness.
She raised her hand and touched Ji Niancheng's head, and said gently: "If it's not enough, Mom will make it for you."
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