Chapter 312 I'll carry you up, just like you carried me

Meng Zhiyi had never expected that Wang Yanjun and the others would meet under such circumstances.

However, this also saved him from hesitation.

Seeing that Chi Xia and Queen Mother recognized him, Meng Zhiyi pulled Shen Que, called Wang Xiao, and silently stepped back to leave space for them.

Chi Xia stood there in disbelief, the heart in his chest almost jumping out of his throat.

On the contrary, it was the Queen Mother who seemed to recognize Wang Yanjun and gradually came to her senses from her trance.

"Xiaojun?" Her voice was a little hoarse, and then she walked towards him quickly.

Wang Yanjun was unable to calm down for a moment. He slowly pulled at the two empty trousers hanging on his legs, then looked away with a flashing look. He didn't dare to answer or look up at his mother.

"My little soldier is back, right?" The Queen Mother slowly squatted down in front of him and looked at him with red eyes.

Wang Yanjun swallowed, and the hand on his leg had nowhere to go.

"Xiaojun, why don't you call me mom? Don't you recognize your mom?" The Queen Mother just looked at him, her voice so soft as if she was coaxing a child who had not yet grown up.

Wang Yanjun suddenly burst into tears, tears streaming down his cheeks and splashing onto the fabric.

After a long while, Wang Yanjun finally spoke with difficulty, his voice choked with sobs, and filled with endless self-blame and guilt: "Mom."

"My little soldier, little soldier." The Queen Mother threw herself on him, holding the two empty trouser legs with trembling hands, and looked at the sleeves hanging on his shoulders.

As a mother, how can I not feel heartbroken when I see my son being so disabled?

But she didn't blame, nor did she dare to blame.

She knew that her son was a soldier, a hero who had devoted his life and property to his country.

For her, his coming back alive was a great blessing.

Chi Xia was standing at the back, her eyes already blurred with tears.

But more of it is heartache.

How much suffering must the boy who was so free and unrestrained in her memory have gone through to become what he is now.

Chi Xia really wanted to rush up and hug her boy, but when she saw the mother and son recognizing each other, she couldn't bear to disturb them.

Until the little girl standing next to her asked timidly: "Mom, is it Dad who is talking to Grandma?"

When he heard her voice, Wang Yanjun belatedly raised his eyes and looked over here.

He stared at Chi Xia not far away. Different from the bright girl in his memory, she now had more traces of being worn out by time and life.

Wang Yanjun felt a surge of pain in his heart, and looked at her with guilt: "Chi Xia, I'm sorry, I'm back late."

Chi Xia's vision was already blurred. She suppressed the surging waves of shock in her heart and walked towards him with her daughter in her arms.

The little girl looks like Chi Xia, but her eyes look very much like Wang Yanjun.

She held Chi Xia's hand tightly and looked at Wang Yanjun with a bit of inquiry and timidity in her eyes.

Chi Xia gently pushed her daughter forward and said softly, "Anian, call me daddy."

Wang Yanjun looked at his well-raised daughter in front of him, his eyes filled with tears, and he stretched out his only intact hand towards her with some trembling.

But the scars on Wang Yanjun's body were too scary. His hand was deformed by the fire. Not to mention children, even adults would feel a chill in their hearts when seeing it.

Anian stared at the hand for a few seconds, then shrank behind Chi Xia in fear.

Wang Yanjun felt heartbroken, but he did not blame her. Instead, he was angry that he could not appear in front of his daughter in a complete manner.

But just when he was about to withdraw his hand in disappointment, a pair of soft little hands grabbed him.

Wang Yanjun looked at Anian in disbelief, his eyes flickering with excitement.

"Dad." Ah Nian was afraid of the strange man in front of him at first.

Especially his hands, they are terrible.

But when she looked carefully, she found that the other half of Wang Yanjun's face that was not burned matched the person in the photo in her memory.

She remembers that her mother would show her the photo every day and tell her that the person in the photo was her father, a hero who defended his country.

So, she is not afraid anymore.

The word "Dad" made Wang Yanjun speechless again.

With some difficulty, he held the soft little hands, then lowered his head and began to cry.

Meng Zhiyi couldn't bear to watch it, so she turned around, buried her face in Shen Que's arms, and took a deep breath.

Shen Que patted her back gently, and was moved to see their family reunited.

"Don't stand here like an idiot. Let's go home." Chi Xia spoke, looking at him with longing in her eyes.

This is her lover, the lover she is proud of.

No matter what he becomes, he is her only choice in this life.

"Okay, let's go home." Wang Yanjun took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and answered in a hoarse voice.

Afterwards, Meng Zhiyi and the others also followed him to Wang's house.

Only after entering the building did I realize that this was an old residential area and there was no elevator.

In Wang Yanjun's current condition, he is unable to go upstairs.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao was about to step forward to help.

But Chi Xia said, "No, I'll do it."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and reached out to take Wang Yanjun down from the wheelchair.

But Wang Yanjun just froze his body and didn't move. He didn't refuse directly, but every tense line from his face to his neck silently explained his inner resistance.

After all, even if he has become what he is now, Wang Yanjun has never forgotten that he was once a soldier, the most top-notch, bravest and most powerful special warfare personnel.

Wang Yanjun couldn't adapt quickly to the situation where he suddenly needed a woman to hold him.

But Chi Xia was not annoyed. She squatted down in front of Wang Yanjun and looked at him with the same eyes as when they were in love.

"Wang Yanjun, we still have many more eight years to be together. I won't allow you to despise me."

Wang Yanjun looked at her somewhat panickedly, but when he met Chi Xia's eyes, he was burned by her gaze for a moment and then looked back.

Explained: "I don't dislike you."

Chi Xia didn't move, still looking at him straight: "But if you dislike yourself, aren't you also disliking me? Because I only like you."

"From now on, we will be the closest family living together, right?"

Wang Yanjun clenched his hands tightly on the armrests of the wheelchair, and the uneven scars on them were bulging as he exerted force.

"I'll carry you up there, just like you carried me."

When Chi Xia finished speaking, Ah Nian, who had been standing by her side, said crisply, "When Ah Nian grows up, we can do it behind her back."

Wang Yanjun's mood, which had originally calmed down, was disturbed again.

But this time, he did not reject Chi Xia, but took the initiative to put his hand into hers.

"Thanks a lot."

Chi Xia laughed, then turned around and carried Wang Yanjun on her back with some difficulty.

In the eight years that she has shouldered the responsibility of supporting the Queen Mother alone, Chi Xia is no longer the fragile girl she used to be.

She carried Wang Yanjun on her back and walked upstairs with steady steps.

Once upon a time, the boy held her up and showed her the most magnificent fireworks and the sea. Now, she would carry that man for the rest of her life.