The mother and daughter were relatively speechless. Song Xiang didn't know the truth about that year and couldn't say any words of comfort.
Xu Shuyan wiped away her tears, clasped the hand in her palm, and recalled the look of that small hand in her palm.
Her child died, and God took pity on her and gave her another one.
In the first few years, she really regarded Song Xiang as her own, but later on, Song Xiang became better and better, and the stubbornness in his bones was not like hers and Song Yang's, reminding her that this was someone else's child.
Watching Song Xiang slowly walk out and encountering Yan Han again, a dark thought emerged in his heart again.
She felt that this stolen child had taken possession of her child, and those beautiful things should all belong to her daughter.
My thoughts became more and more crooked. Looking at this well-behaved and sensible daughter, I thought she was a thief.
"Child, I'm sorry..."
Song Xiang twitched his lips and patted the back of the person in front of him, "I will never forget your kindness in raising me."
When Xu Shuyan heard this, she could no longer hold back her tears.
Her daughter was really returned this time.
"Don't think too much, take good care of yourself here, I will arrange everything."
Xu Shuyan just cried and couldn't speak.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and stayed with her for a while. Feeling depressed, he took out a tissue to wipe her tears and prepared to leave.
When she reached the door, Xu Shuyan suddenly stood up and said to her: "Xiangxiang..."
Song Xiang turned around, "What's wrong?"
Xu Shuyan hesitated to speak, and after a while she said: "I worked as a cleaner near that hospital for two days that year. The day I picked you up, you were wrapped in a yellow bag by a nurse and thrown into the trash can. I picked you up.
…”
Not stolen.
Song Xiang was silent.
She no longer cares about the details of that year. There is no evidence and everyone is just dictating. Anyone who can piece together the evidence has probably been dealt with by the Ji family long ago.
Even if it was picked up, Xu Shuyan obviously knew over the years that her birth was unusual. In all likelihood, she had seen Rong Boye's battle back and forth to the hospital, so she had a chance to send the child back.
But she didn't.
"I understand." Song Xiang nodded and said, "Stop thinking about this and have a good rest. I'm getting married. If you are interested, you can come that day..."
Xu Shuyan looked disappointed, as if she didn't expect that she didn't ask further questions, and she was a little at a loss for a moment.
Song Xiang slowly turned around, turned the handle of the ward door, and quickly walked out.
He closed the door, took a breath of air in the corridor, and relaxed a little faster.
When she walked out of the inpatient department, it was almost ten o'clock, and Rongqi was waiting outside to escort her to the car.
"Daughter-in-law!"
A call came from behind.
Song Xiang was surprised. He turned around and saw An Xuyue flying over from not far away.
She quickly made preparations to pick up someone, but An Xuyue pounced on her, so she took two steps back.
"Auntie, why are you here?"
"Yan Zhicheng came for a check-up, but his father called him away on the way, so I was left alone."
She shrugged, held Song Xiang's arm and got into the car.
"You and Xiao Yan are getting married, right?"
"right."
An Xuyue snapped her fingers, took off her backpack, and rummaged through it.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang~" She held something in front of Song Xiang like a treasure, "I'll give this to you."
"What is this?" Song Xiang carefully took the small wooden box.
An Xuyue heyed twice and said seriously, "Family heirloom!"