Just then, the butler came up and said hesitantly, "Sir, Madam seems a little off today."
"Okay, I understand." Fang Shiyan pulled himself out of his thoughts, glanced at the open door, and said calmly, "Have someone follow her."
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The scenery outside the car window rushed past, and Fang Jingyao sat quietly in the car without saying a word.
Sitting next to him, Uncle Wang asked again with some concern, "Young Master, are you in a bad mood today?"
In less than half an hour, Uncle Wang had asked this question three times.
The main problem was that the young master was acting very strangely today. Usually, he is very happy after school and always shares with me what fun things happened at kindergarten that day. But today, he just turned his head and looked out the window without saying a word.
Uncle Wang rarely saw the young master so quiet, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Fang Jingyao, who was lost in thought, turned around and looked at Uncle Wang, who still looked quite young: "It's fine."
Although Fang Jingyao's voice still sounded like that of a four-year-old, his tone was so cold that Uncle Wang was momentarily stunned.
The carriage fell silent again, and no one spoke. Fang Jingyao looked down at his small hands. The four-year-old's hands were very small; his fist, when clenched, was no bigger than a steamed bun.
Fang Jingyao leaned his head against the car window and sighed helplessly.
He didn't understand what was going on either. Actually, today was the anniversary of his mother's death. He had just been released from prison and wanted to go see his mother.
So he bought a bouquet of flowers on the way and rode his bicycle to the place where his mother was sleeping, but on the way he accidentally bumped into a young woman.
Before he could even get a good look at the young woman, he opened his eyes again and found himself in the carriage, sitting next to a younger version of Uncle Wang.
After exchanging a few words with Uncle Wang in a low-key manner, Fang Jingyao was certain that he had been reborn and returned to twenty years ago.
Fang Jingyao was very excited when he realized he had been reborn, but when he looked at his tiny fist, his excitement cooled down considerably.
He's only a four-year-old child now, not even as tall as Fang Shiyan's leg, let alone strong; he probably wouldn't even scratch someone when he beats them.
Fortunately, his mother was still alive and healthy at this time.
The thought of seeing that gentle face from his memory again filled Fang Jingyao with uncontrollable joy. He wanted the driver in front of him to go faster and faster, as he couldn't wait to see her.
Before he could even speak, the driver gradually brought the car to a stop.
Fang Jingyao looked up in confusion, only to see Butler Wang beside him pointing ahead and saying with a smile, "Young Master, look there, Madam is coming to pick you up."
The golden sunset cast a shimmering glow on the street. Following the direction the butler pointed, Fang Jingyao's gaze immediately locked onto that familiar figure. The sunset shone on her, as if a gentle light surrounded her.
In an instant, endless grievances and longing welled up in my heart, and tears blurred my vision.
Fang Jingyao wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and whispered, "Mom."
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