Even though Lin Qingping brought Zhiyuan back home, she was still very angry.
She asked Zhiyuan to take a hot bath first, and she went into the kitchen to make ginger soup for him.
At that time, Yunqi was still here, and Gu Juncheng and the second sister didn't know what had happened.
"You two can chat. I'll go see her." Gu Juncheng entered the kitchen and saw her making ginger soup. "What's wrong? Is it cold outside?"
Lin Qingping shook her head. "It's okay. I'll make some ginger soup for the child to prevent it."
She planned to tell Gu Juncheng later that Yunqi was still here, and she didn't want outsiders to know what Zhiyuan had experienced today.
Yes, Yunqi was an outsider in her eyes. Not to mention, he and her second sister were only in a courtship relationship now. Even if there was a chance of success in the future, Zhiyuan's childhood pains would still be his personal privacy.
"Are you really okay?" Gu Juncheng didn't think so.
"Well, you go out, I'll be there in a moment." Lin Qingping neatly crushed the whole piece of ginger and threw it into the pot.
After Gu Juncheng left the kitchen, he wanted to ask Zhiyuan, but Zhiyuan was still taking a shower.
Okay, we’ll talk about it later.
After Lin Qingping finished making the ginger soup, Zhiyuan had already finished his shower and was sitting with Gu Juncheng and the other three. His face was red, perhaps because of the hot water or something.
Lin Qingping touched his forehead and found it wasn't hot yet, so she quickly gave him the ginger soup and watched him drink it.
"Just go to sleep and cover yourself with a blanket to keep warm." Lin Qingping was really worried. She walked a long way in the cold wind wearing such thin clothes.
Zhiyuan behaved very obediently and let Lin Qingping lead him back to the room, and then he let Lin Qingping tuck him into the quilt.
His schoolbag was still on the table, and next to it, there was a framed photo of his father, turned upside down.
Lin Qingping wiped his hands, picked up the photo solemnly, took a stool and hung it on the wall, and hung it carefully and straight.
In the past, when he was in Gujia Village, Zhiyuan's father's photo was hung in his own room.
When he came to the capital, he brought a photo of his father with him. When they were decorating the house on the first day after moving in, Lin Qingping asked Zhiyuan whether the photo should be hung in his room or outside. Zhiyuan chose it himself and hung it in his room.
So, this photo was nailed by Gu Juncheng and hung up by Lin Qingping herself.
This happened both times I moved.
I originally thought it was just a very ordinary little thing, but I didn't expect that there would be such a earth-shattering event today.
Zhiyuan lay in the bed, watching her every move, his eyes gradually turning red.
When Lin Qingping got down from the stool, she looked back and saw tears flashing in his eyes.
She was shocked and quickly sat beside him, gently wiping the corners of his eyes, "Zhiyuan, don't be sad, there won't be a next time, no one will come to see you again."
The tears in Zhiyuan's eyes were not for this.
He was motionless, the skin at the corner of his eye pressed against her warm fingers, and he opened his mouth, already choking with sobs, "Mom, aren't you afraid?"
Lin Qingping was stunned, and then he understood what this "fear" meant.
She gently tapped the corner of his eye with her finger, "Why would I be afraid? Your father loves you, I love you too, and your father Gu also loves you. How can someone who loves you in his heart be afraid?"
In this era, few people talk about love. Zhiyuan was stunned when he heard this, but tears welled up in his eyes, filling them up and about to overflow.
"Zhiyuan, we are all family. You call us mom and dad, so your dad is our real brother. Of course we won't be afraid as a family." Her fingers were covered with warm tears, and she felt her heart was wet.
She has known Zhiyuan for two lifetimes, and when has she ever seen this child cry...
"But..." Zhiyuan sobbed, "She is still my biological mother. She...she, and them, are all...all afraid...they...why are they afraid? My dad...is gone, and he won't...won't come to beat them..."
Lin Qingping really hates the Wen family!
He did not want to leave any room for the Wen family, so he just said gently, "Zhiyuan, only those who have evil intentions will be afraid of the dead, so you must be open and aboveboard and not be a mean person."
Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand, and nodded, but in the next moment, he suddenly threw himself into her arms, his tears wetting her clothes.
"Zhiyuan..." She wanted to pull him up and comfort him.
But he held her tightly, choking with sobs, and repeatedly called her, "Mom, Mom..."
Lin Qingping then realized that he no longer needed comfort.
Perhaps, he just needs a hug, a quiet hug, someone who can respond to him when he calls "Mom"...
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