“He didn’t run away; I hid him in my house,” Song Yueying reminded him brightly.
Upon hearing that the person was in her daughter's room, Song's mother immediately calmed down. "So you hid him in your room! That's good, I thought he had run away!"
"He didn't run away, don't panic." Song Yueying could understand why her mother was so panicked. Her son had finally returned, and he was injured. It was only natural for a mother to worry about her son.
"I'm not panicking, I'm not going to panic." Song's mother stubbornly refused to admit that she was panicking.
"Yes, yes, you're not panicking." Song Yueying said as she walked over to open the door, but before her hand even touched the doorknob, the door opened by itself, and she bumped into a wall.
Looking up, I unexpectedly met a pair of deep, dark eyes, as dazzling as stars in the night sky.
Oh, she didn't bump into a wall, she bumped into a man's arms. Song Yueying's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She quickly took two steps back, trying to make conversation, "You're awake?"
"He's awake." Qi Yanjue's voice was low and hoarse.
His dark eyes were fixed on Song Yueying's flushed face. He remembered everything that had happened before she lost consciousness. She had fallen unconscious because the back of her head had hit the ground.
The culprit who caused him to hit his head on the ground was this woman. His ability to wake up so quickly and move freely was also thanks to her.
Although he was unconscious, he was conscious. The woman gave him a pill, which is why his injuries healed so quickly.
Zhao Yiheng is right, Song Yueying really might be a medical prodigy.
Qi Yanjue's piercing gaze made Song Yueying feel uneasy. An absurd thought popped into her head: he wanted to capture her and dissect her.
She felt she had to say something to break the silence, otherwise she might cowardly turn around and storm out.
"How are your injuries? Are they better?" Song Yueying continued, trying to make conversation.
"It's much better," Qi Yanjue replied truthfully.
"Dr. Zhao has given you permission to get out of bed and move around?" Song Yueying asked again.
"No." Qi Yanjue shook his head.
Talking to someone so rigid and inflexible is pure torture; you can't even have a proper conversation. Song Yueying was internally frustrated; she was having such a hard time.
Seeing that the two were not talking, Song's mother, who always acted as if she were invisible, walked over and asked Qi Yanjue, "Xiao Qi, did you bring back a change of clothes?"
"Your clothes are covered in mud. You can't keep wearing muddy clothes!"
He hadn't expected the downpour, and he really hadn't brought any spare clothes. Qi Yanjue looked at Song's mother awkwardly and said truthfully, "Auntie, I didn't bring any spare clothes."
Song's mother said, "If you didn't bring it, you didn't bring it. I'll go get some of Xiaoyingzi's father's clothes for you to change into. I just made him some new clothes a while ago, and he hasn't worn them before."
"This...isn't this inappropriate?" Qi Yanjue was a little confused. He knew that Song's father had passed away.
“We’re family, there’s nothing inappropriate about it.” Song’s mother smiled and turned to go to her room to get her clothes.
Knowing that Song's mother had a mental illness, Qi Yanjue didn't stop her anymore. Instead, he looked at Song Yueying with suspicion, silently asking her, "Didn't her father die many years ago? Why would she still make clothes for him?"
Song Yueying understood his question and nodded gently in response.
The original owner did have this incident in their memories, but they didn't remember which year it was.
All I remember is that it was winter, and Song's mother was using the grain that the family had just received to exchange for cloth in the village. When the original owner found out, she was so angry that she cried and cursed Song's mother.
Because that was the food the mother and daughter were meant to eat for the winter, Song's mother took it and exchanged it for cloth, leaving the mother and daughter without food for the winter.
The original owner had no choice but to borrow grain from the villagers, but everyone's grain was not enough to eat.
Unable to borrow enough food for the winter, the original owner had to forage for wild vegetables and fruits in the mountains. The mother and daughter struggled to make ends meet, barely surviving the winter.
"You're disgusted?" Song Yueying asked.
"What are you complaining about?" Qi Yanjue didn't understand her words.
Seeing that Qi Yanjue's expression was normal, Song Yueying simply said, "Our father has been dead for almost ten years. Mom will go get his clothes for you to change into. You don't mind, do you..."
"I don't mind." Qi Yanjue interrupted Song Yueying, already knowing what she was going to say, "On the battlefield..."
"Xiao Qi, hurry, hurry and take the clothes inside to change out of your dirty clothes." Song's mother ran out and interrupted Qi Yanjue, handing him the clothes in her hands.
"Thank you, Auntie." Qi Yanjue had no choice but to accept the clothes.
“Don’t call me Auntie, call me Mom,” Song’s mother corrected him.
Seeing that Song's mother insisted, Qi Yanjue had no choice but to comply, "Thank you... Mom."
"Hey!" Song's mother urged Qi Yanjue with a smile, "Go quickly, go change your dirty clothes, Mom will wash them for you."
Qi Yanjue sighed helplessly, glanced at Song Yueying, turned around and went into the house, closing the door behind him.
"Call me Mom." Song Yueying walked up to her mother and looked at her leisurely. "When did you get a son who's a few years older than me?"
Song's mother quickly shook her head, "He is not my son, he really is not my son. I have no son, I only have you as my daughter."
"Hehe..." Song Yueying gave a fake laugh, "Guess whether I believe you or not?"
She wants people to call her "Mom," and they do. Why would people call her "Mom" if she's not their son?
Due to her mental instability, Song's mother suffered from memory loss and could not recall many people or events. However, her memory of Qi Yanjue indicated that Qi Yanjue was her son.
Qi Yanjue was Song's mother's eldest son, which meant he was her...brother.
Song Yueying finally understood why the nurses and Dr. Zhao in the hospital all said she was Qi Yanjue's family member.
My younger sister is also a family member.
Seeing that her daughter didn't believe her, Song's mother grabbed Song Yueying's hand and anxiously explained, "Little Yingying, believe me, I really don't have any sons, I only have you as my daughter."
"You have to believe me, okay?"
Seeing that Song's mother was so anxious she was almost crying, Song Yueying was about to say something when a strange sound rang out.
Song Yueying and her mother both looked towards the doorway. Qi Yanjue was standing there, looking very uncomfortable, because the voice was coming from inside his stomach.
"You're hungry."
"Have you not eaten in a long time?" the mother and daughter asked at the same time.
"Because we were in a hurry to get on the road and then we were caught in a downpour, we didn't have time to eat." Qi Yanjue blushed slightly in embarrassment, but fortunately his face was quite dark, so it wasn't easy to tell.
"There are sweet potatoes and chicken soup on the table. Go and eat them," Song's mother said naturally.
Qi Yanjue nodded to Song's mother in response. Then he looked at Song Yueying, as if waiting for her to speak.
Song Yueying didn't notice Qi Yanjue's gaze; she was looking at her mother, speechless.
Hearing someone's stomach growl from hunger, she felt sorry for them and offered them chicken soup. She even claimed it wasn't her son; what was she so insistent on?
She should honestly admit that Qi Yanjue is her son. She has a son, and she also has an older brother. How wonderful!
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