"If my daughter is still alive, she should not be much younger than you..."

Just such a sentence, almost word by word, with a sound like a saw, a hoarse voice like someone who has been smoking for ten thousand years, just so slowly, word by word.

Got this sentence.

The voice was hard to hear, as if every word he spoke, his throat was so dry that it overflowed with blood.

Such a dry voice, every syllable, seemed to hit people's hearts. Duan Ning just stared at Zuo Chan, listening to her slow and difficult voice, uncontrollable tears fell from her eyes.

Wen Yanchu was also stunned. Such a voice was so heartbreaking that his nose also felt sore. Cheng Ke just frowned and looked at Zuo Chan's appearance at this moment.

Shaohua seemed to have turned off a switch. All his actions, words, and expressions were frozen for a moment. The moment he heard Zuo Chan's voice, they were frozen.

He didn't know that the appearance of a child could bring about such an effect. In the past, he just didn't want Zuo Chan's injury to worsen when she was exposed to the scene, so he never let her go to any place with children for fear of her.

Thinking of my daughter makes me sick again.

Therefore, Shaohua never knew that... the appearance of a child could be so useful, that it could make Zuo Chan, whose soul had long since disappeared, make her voice come out.

It's just that the sound Zuo Chan made at this moment was really too unpleasant to hear. She was so thin and haggard, with an expressionless and haggard face. With such a voice, she was looking at Zuo Chan so closely.

Chengcheng was a little scared!

His eyes widened, his pupils shrank slightly, then his mouth shrank, he threw himself into Wen Yanchu's arms, and started crying muffledly.

Yan Chu quickly hugged his son, patted his back and whispered, "Hey, darling, why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry. Mommy is here..."

Chengcheng cried so hard that he choked a little and uttered a sentence in English, "I'm so scared..."

After all, he was born in the United States and grew up in the United States. From the bottom of his heart, his mother tongue is English. Although he can speak Chinese very well and French is also very authentic, he usually feels afraid or certain.

Under extreme emotions, the first thing that came out of my mouth was in English.

Wen Yan knew his son for the first time, so when he heard this, he knew that his son was really scared.

He could only pat his son's back gently. Listening to him cry, his heart ached. Cheng Ke felt uncomfortable in his heart. He couldn't see his son's tears. He took his son from Yan Chu's arms and held him in his arms to comfort him.

Got up.

"Well, how can a little man cry? When you feel sad, Xiaoxi will feel sad too. When you cry, Xiaoxi will cry too..."

Cheng Ke coaxed her, and her words seemed to have an effect. Chengcheng whimpered twice and sniffed. He wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand, but he stopped crying.

Shaohua was stunned for a while, until he finally reacted, and then he hurriedly pushed himself up from the bed, almost stumbling. Because of his weakness, Shaohua took two times to sit up. His fingers were long and slender.

, even a little skinny, so he looked like he had sharp bones, so he stretched out towards Zuo Chan, gently pulled her fingers, and then held her hand tightly.

"Xiao...Xiaochan, you...can you say one more thing? Can you say one more thing?" Shaohua's eyes were red and he felt a little awkward when speaking, "If you like the child...we can have another child, okay.

Adoption... Just, can you get better?... Don't say anything..."

Shaohua held her hand tightly, hoping that she could say another word, even one sentence.

It's just that Zuo Chan didn't speak anymore, but her eyes didn't lose focus, just so quietly, the focus of her eyes fell quietly on Shao Hua's face.

She said nothing more, as if what she said just now was just an illusion and an auditory hallucination.

If possible, Wen Yanchu would like to let Chengcheng call Zuo Chan again to coax her, maybe she will talk. But at this time, his son fearfully hugged Cheng Ke's neck. Although he didn't cry anymore, his head was

Buried hard into dad's shoulder.

Now I am definitely not willing to talk to Zuo Chan anymore no matter what.

"Xiaochan, I'm Yanchu." Wen Yanchu squatted in front of Zuo Chan and put his hand on her arm. Only when he put his hand on her arm did he feel how slender Zuo Chan's arm was under her clothes.

"Do you still recognize me? I am Yanchu, Wen Yanchu." Wen Yanchu's voice was already a little choked.

In fact, no matter what others said about Xiao Chan's situation before, how bad or bad she was, she just felt distressed and sad. It wasn't until she really saw Zuo Chan sitting in front of her like this that she could

I felt the heartbreaking despair she was experiencing.

What kind of heart-breaking despair can destroy people into the haggard and desolate state they are in now.

Zuo Chan's gaze was still not out of focus, and she moved it to Wen Yanchu's face. In fact, the fact that she was like this now, with her eyes focused, was enough to make Shaohua surprised, shocked and ecstatic.

For a long time, she had such empty eyes, as if no matter what the picture or the sound was, she couldn't come back to her senses. The psychiatrist said that this was a very serious self-isolation, because she was affected by it.

After the huge psychological trauma, I began to isolate myself. In fact, I refused to accept the reality that I did not want to accept from the bottom of my heart.

Zuo Chan looked at Wen Yanchu quietly. In fact, under normal circumstances, she would cry. She was actually a person with a lower tear point than Wen Yanchu. She had cried the most since she was in college.

Yes, I cry when I watch a movie and see something touching, I cry when I read a book and see something touching, and I cry when I listen to a song and hear something touching.

However, at this moment, his eyes were dry and not a drop of liquid could flow out.

It seemed that when her daughter died, she had shed all the tears in her life...so there were no more tears.

Each syllable of Wen Yanchu's voice seemed to be stretched out slowly, like a slow-playing tape, hitting Zuo Chan's ears word by word. Although it was such a slowed-down syllable, it even sounded...

It's a little blurry.

But it's much better than before, when it was completely closed and you couldn't even hear or see anything.

So Zuo Chan sat there quietly, sitting quietly, her eyes still falling on Wen Yanchu's face.

Finally, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to make some syllables, but no sound came out of her mouth.

"Xiaochan, did you say something? Can you speak louder?" Wen Yanchu brought his ear closer.

Finally, I heard Zuo Chan's hoarse voice saying, "You... are finally back..."
Chapter completed!