Chapter 30
The child had the same appearance as him.
Her small face was fat and pouting, but when she stood by Song Youran's side, her expression was that of a young adult.
Xie Jingchuan leaned to the side, his gaze never leaving the two.
Song Youran didn't look at him again. Her gaze fell on the ground not far away as she held the little fellow and brushed past his side.
She had always looked at him with such concentration.
The corners of each other's clothes gently brushed past.
Song Youran walked forward without turning his head back.
The little guy held her hand tightly and whispered, "Mommy, that uncle has been following us all this time."
Those who were not too far away could only maintain a distance of five to six steps.
Three or four blocks later, the man was still behind him.
Song Youran couldn't tell what it was like.
He seemed to have changed a lot.
The sky had already darkened.
The little guy shouted, "I'm hungry."
I'd like a Coke chicken wing.
Song Youran brought the little guy on the bus back to their house and the man caught up with the bus.
A few people's distance away.
Their current place was cheaper and the people living next to them didn't earn much each day, but they were all kind.
After greeting the neighbors, the little girl held onto a golden hair as she squatted by the door. The little guy even excitedly went up to touch two of them.
"Mommy, mommy."
The little guy said enviously, "Let's have a dog too. It's not as big as Angel. It's about the same size as Jingjing's Little Ming, okay?"
Angel, that's the name of the golden hair.
Little Ming, it's a Corgi owned by a Chinese girl.
The little guy seemed to like these little animals more and more, he raised his head and looked at Song Youran, water limpid, filled with anticipation.
"Mm ??"
Song Youran considered it very seriously.
He was used to living a life where he didn't worry about money. In these few years, the little guy would go to school, and he would need money to eat and wear anything.
Song Youran found a job as a Chinese language teacher. Although his salary wasn't high, he was still able to live a living together with his mother.
But as the little guy grew up, there were more and more areas that he needed money for ??
"Actually, I don't really want to raise one anymore."
When he entered, the little guy suddenly said, "Mummy, let's draw one together tomorrow."
They were living in a one-bedroom, and there was no place for them to raise a dog.
Song Youran reached out and caressed his head.
"I'll buy it after the new year."
Ah!" Little Rascal's eyes lit up.
Song Youran laughed and said: "So, little friend Song Qingchen, in the future, you have to learn to take a bath by yourself. The dog that could eat a lot. "
Song Qingchen said with extreme sincerity, "Then I'll eat a little less."
The mother and son both had smiles on their lips as they walked into the corridor. They could faintly hear the voices of the two greeting each other.
Da Jin who was not far away ran over and circled Xie Jingchuan. It brought up a piece of the water, wetting his pants.
The blond girl rushed down the steps, her voice soft with apology.
Xie Jingchuan laughed, bent down, and reached out his hand to stroke Golden Haired's head.
The dog was not afraid of humans. It bit its tail and wagged it.
She lived on the third floor, and when she opened the window she could see him standing downstairs.
In his memories, Song Youran had never lived a life close to poverty. But now, her life was far better than being by his side.
"Are you looking for someone?"
the little girl asked him.
He used Chinese which was a bit stiff.
Xie Jingchuan was surprised, he nodded and looked at the window on the third floor that had not been opened for a long time.
"You are... Are you Song Qingchen's dad? "
The little blonde girl was so excited that she was about to jump up. "I knew it ??" He wouldn't lie ?? They all said he didn't have a dad, you and him look so much like each other... "
She was even more excited than if she had seen her own father.
Xie Jingchuan helped her lead the dog back to the door.
He patiently listened to the little girl ask in her childish voice: "Why don't you want Song Qingchen anymore?"
A man who had always been successful in the mall.
He was actually at a loss for words.
Xie Jingchuan had read all the big and small information on them in the past few years. Where they went to school, where they passed every day, and where they would eat dessert at the coffee shop on the corner of the street on weekends.
However, that information could not be written down. The little guy wanted his father, but he did not dare speak to Song Youran for fear of making her sad.
Being mocked by the surrounding children was a child without a father.
He was so sensible that it hurt the heart of others.
Song Qingchen was six years old this year.
This was the first time Xie Jingchuan saw him.
He was already polite enough to call her "Uncle", like a little man protecting his mother.
Even though the little guy saw that Song Youran didn't want to talk to him because he looked so similar to him, the little guy didn't ask.
A long, long time ago.
Xie Jingchuan never thought of letting this child live.
The doctor said that Song Youran's health was not good, and had bled. Forcefully trying to protect this child, was extremely dangerous for the adults.
Get rid of the child.
It was Xie Jingchuan's first reaction.
However, he never expected that Song Youran would leave him so decisively because of this.
Until he met this little fellow.
Only now did he suddenly understand that the value of some lives were worth exchanging it for with one's own life.