After more than two hours of driving, Song Xiang leaned against the window. From the initial anxiety to the later numbness, no tears could be shed.
Arriving at the boundary of Tianjin City, Yan Han suddenly received a call.
"There is news about your mother."
Song Xiang immediately sat up and grabbed Yan Han's wrist, as if grasping the last straw.
"Where?"
Yan Han: "Several people have seen a woman similar to your mother near Xinhua Road. I have asked people to go over and search. We will go directly and we will find her soon."
Song Xiang slowly let go of his hand and looked down at his knees.
Not sure yet, what if...
She didn't dare to think about it, so she closed her eyes and retreated into the corner, praying over and over in her heart.
Time passed little by little, and the car drove near the nursing home and went straight to Xinhua Road.
Song Xiang clenched his hands tightly and his breathing was a mess.
"Mr. Yan, we're here," the driver reminded.
Song Xiang opened her eyes and before the driver stopped the car completely, she was already preparing to open the door.
She was hit by the inertia of the brakes and hit the front seat. She didn't care at all and stumbled out of the car.
On the other side, Yan Han quickly got out of the car.
Not far from the car, a group of people were surrounding, wearing police uniforms.
Song Xiang rushed over and finally couldn't control her tears.
After running outside the crowd, she raised her hands helplessly, but did not dare to make a sound.
She was afraid, afraid of seeing what she didn't want to see.
"Auntie, please talk."
"Xiangxiang..."
A familiar voice.
Song Xiang's eyes widened, and when he came to his senses, he immediately reached out and squeezed into the crowd.
Behind her, Yan Han came up with people.
Needless to say, all the people surrounding him dispersed instantly, and the police officer leading the team saw Yan Han immediately.
Before they could talk, Song Xiang knelt down in front of Xu Shuyan and cried out.
"Mom, what are you doing here?"
Xu Shuyan glanced at her, her eyes a little dazed, and then she patted her forehead.
"Xiangxiang."
Song Xiang burst into tears and hugged Xu Shuyan, "You scared me to death..."
Xu Shuyan was still wearing the clothes from the nursing home. She had been ill just now. A group of people were talking around her, but she didn't listen to a word.
Suddenly seeing Song Xiang, my mind suddenly became clear.
"Xiangxiang..."
She kept repeating these two words and didn't say much else.
Song Xiang cried so hard that her face became hot and there was a buzzing sound in her ears.
She was so scared that she almost lost sight of the only relative she had.
outside the crowd
Yan Han originally wanted to go up and pull Song Xiang up, but then he remembered that Song Xiang refused to let him enter the nursing home last time, and his steps stopped for a moment.
Just in time, Yang Yukun drove the car from the nursing home and found this place.
"Song Xiang, let me take my aunt back first. I want to check her out."
Hearing Yang Yukun's voice, Song Xiang stopped crying, wiped his face and got up from the ground.
She said "ok" several times, and then helped Xu Shuyan get into Yang Yukun's car.
Her mind was filled with the sudden burst of emotions, and she forgot for a moment that Yan Han was still standing behind her, got into Yang Yukun's car and left.
When the car started, she remembered and quickly opened the window to look across the road.
Opposite him, Yan Han was wearing a well-tailored suit. He stood upright under the street lamp, completely different from everyone else.
Song Xiang subconsciously wanted to shout, but Xu Shuyan held her hand.