Life is short at 30,000 days, so we have to live it anyway. Why make it seem like we're in a melodrama and make it full of bitterness and hatred? Just be happy if you can.
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After waiting for another three days, Yun Qiao finally saw his long-awaited mother at the bathroom door.
She had a face that was extremely similar to hers, and Yun Qiao recognized her identity at a glance in the crowd.
She was wearing a half-worn military coat, and her short hair was tightly wrapped with a gray scarf. Her face was slightly yellow, and her eyes were dark blue. She looked as if she had not rested for a long time and looked very tired.
Feng Juan looked at Yun Qiao, her round almond eyes, which were exactly the same as Yun Qiao's, were filled with tears. She stared at Yun Qiao without blinking, as if she was afraid that Yun Qiao would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Tears couldn't help but pour down. Feng Juan stumbled to Yun Qiao, grabbed her hand and held it tightly, almost sobbing: "Yun, Yun Qiao, I, I am your mother..."
Her face was covered with tears and she was crying uncontrollably.
Yun Qiao was infected by her grief, her nose felt sore, and she almost cried. She opened her mouth and called out the unfamiliar name with some difficulty: "Mom..."
When Feng Juan heard her daughter calling her "Mom", her tears flowed out like a flood.
She opened her arms and held Yun Qiao in her arms.
Truly feeling the soft and delicate body in her arms, at this moment, Feng Juan's empty heart was finally filled.
Eighteen years of worry finally had a solution, she finally found her daughter!
"Daughter, my daughter... Mom finally found you..."
Feng Juan hugged him very tightly, as if she wanted to make up for the hug she had given him in the first half of the day.
Yun Qiao felt hot tears falling on the back of her neck. Her heart felt hot and a strange warmth spread in her heart.
Feng Juan was holding Yun Qiao tightly, unwilling to let go until Qin Zheng, who was jealous, reminded her: "Aunt Feng, you are holding Yun Qiao too tightly. She is almost out of breath and her face is flushed."
Feng Juan then hurriedly let go of Yun Qiao: "Yun Qiao, yes, I'm sorry. Mom didn't mean it. Mom was just too excited..."
"No, it's okay." Yun Qiao raised his hand to wipe the tears from his face and smiled at her: "I was also very excited, I didn't even feel it."
Yun Qiao's words were so caring and appropriate that Feng Juan, who felt the power of a caring little cotton-padded jacket for the first time, couldn't help but shed tears again.
Yun Qiao took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Feng Juan: "Mom, wipe your tears."
"Tutut, thank you, my dear daughter." Feng Juan cried and laughed, holding the handkerchief given by Yun Qiao as if it were a rare treasure. She was reluctant to use it. Holding the handkerchief in her hand, she raised her arm and wiped her tears with her sleeve.
While Feng Juan was wiping her tears, Qin Zheng took the opportunity to talk to Yun Qiao: "Yun Qiao, I am your brother."
His tone was filled with excitement, and he looked at Yun Qiao with eager eyes, no longer concealing them.
Yun Qiao did not distinguish between them. Since he hugged his mother, he naturally wanted to hug his brother too.
"Brother."
"Hey! Sister." Qin Zheng responded loudly. He always showed the image of a tough guy, but his eyes were red for a rare time.
The family stood outside the bathroom, crying together. Just as they were about to go out into the snow to talk, Aunt Feng, with red eyes and tears wiping away, couldn't help but remind them: "Xiaojuan, it's cold outside. Come inside and talk to the children."
"Come inside, let's talk." Feng Juan only remembered after being reminded. She was so excited that she spoke incoherently, "It's all my fault. I forgot everything when I saw the child. I didn't even feel the cold."
After entering the house, Feng Juan took Yun Qiao's hand and introduced her, "This is Aunt Feng, our nanny. She's my distant cousin from my mother's side of the family. You should call her little grandma."
Yun Qiao politely called out, "Little Grandma."
"Oh, oh, oh, Yunqiao, you too." Aunt Feng has taken care of Feng Juan for many years and has seen all her pain over the years. Now that she sees that she has successfully found her daughter, she is sincerely happy for her.
Feng Juan took Yuanyuan's hand again and nervously introduced her to Yunqiao, "Yunqiao, this is your sister Yuanyuan."
He Tingjun told her about Yuanyuan's situation. Yun Qiao knew that Yuanyuan had an intellectual problem. Although she was already ten years old, her mental quotient was that of a fourteen or ten-year-old child.
Why would Yun Qiao bother with a little kid?
What's more, although Yuanyuan is not particularly good-looking, she is white and plump, and is raised like the lucky dolls in New Year pictures, which makes her look festive.
Yun Qiao had a good first impression of Yuan Yuan, so she naturally smiled and took Yuan Yuan's hand, saying hello: "Yuan Yuan, you're my sister. I'm your sister."
"Sister, sister." Yuanyuan called out twice. There was a childishness on her face. Although she looked silly, she had the natural childishness of a child and was not annoying.
She tilted her head, as if thinking about something, and after a long while she slowly said, "Sister, you finally came home to see me. You thought the same as Yuanyuan, and you saw me just like mom."
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