As Qiao Yanzhi looked at her sons, her vision became increasingly blurred, and she could barely make out their outlines.
After a long while, she finally spoke, her voice choked with sadness: "Twenty years too late."
Upon hearing this, the four brothers fell silent.
They also miss their sister, but not their mother, and cannot truly understand the pain their mother felt upon losing her daughter.
I feel sorry for my mother, and I also feel sorry for my younger sister.
Xiao Jinhan slowly raised his head, his low, husky voice slightly weak, his dark chestnut pupils full of sincerity: "Sixteen is back, it's not too late."
These words were like a ray of light, illuminating the dark side of Qiao Yanzhi's heart.
yes.
She thought her daughter, who had been dead for twenty years, had returned and was right beside her. She believed that she would have plenty of time to spend with her, love her, and cherish her from now on...
She's back.
Some families who have lost their children will never see their dead children brought back to life.
She saw grapes in her lifetime; she had returned. It was an immense surprise and a source of great emotion.
Just like the fourth brother said.
Sixteen is back, it's not too late.
She wiped away her tears.
After a while, she stood up and slowly walked to her sons.
The four brothers simultaneously looked up at their mother.
As she came into view, she gradually squatted down to look them in the eye, tears still welling up in her eyes, her heart aching terribly.
Only when she got closer could she clearly see her sons' pale, sweat-drenched faces, fragile yet resilient, their deep eyes filled with worry and love for her.
I swallowed hard, my throat aching, and I felt it getting harder and harder to breathe.
He reached out, touched Lao Liu's shoulder, and patted him gently.
She gently ruffled the second son's stray hairs, with a hint of reproach in her touch. As her fingers slid down, they lingered for a moment on his handsome cheek, wiping away a bead of sweat.
He nodded, wanting to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he felt as if his throat was connected to his heart, and he was speechless with pain.
She could only look at them with gentle eyes, as if telling her sons that she had forgiven them.
Seeing that her eldest brother's glasses weren't on properly, she reached out and put them on for him. Only then did she notice that he hadn't worn those rose gold-rimmed glasses in a long time.
Finally, she glanced at her fourth brother, who was also looking at her, straightened his disheveled collar, and said in a hoarse voice, "Well, it's not too late."
Perhaps it was the bond between mother and children that made the four brothers gradually realize their mother's heartache and helplessness.
Fu Jincheng's eyes welled up with tears. He freed one hand and grasped hers: "Mom, hiding my sister was my idea, and I also encouraged my older brother. I'm sorry for making you suffer."
Fu Ziyi's eyes also reddened. He shook his head and said seriously, "It's not my fault, Second Brother. I also had my own selfish reasons. In order to prevent my sister from being taken away by the other brothers, I lied to her and said that I was the Third Brother. I didn't tell her how many brothers I actually had. I'm sorry, Mom, I was wrong too."
Fu Xiuchen supported his fourth sister, his gaze gentle and full of warmth: "Now that my sister is back, Mom, our family will never be separated again. For the next twenty years, and even for a lifetime, we will be together."
Qiao Yanzhi could no longer control her tears.
Xiao Jinhan looked at her weakly, his deep voice unusually submissive: "Mom, Shiliu is not only my sister, but also my fiancée. I will be a good brother and a loving partner to her."
At this point, he was in so much pain that he could barely speak, yet he still used all the warmth in his life to tell her, "Now that she has returned, she will never leave again."
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