Song Xiang was feeling relaxed and asked casually: "What's the matter?"
Yan Han paused and said, "Your biological parents..."
Song Xiang's chewing movements slowed down, her heart twitched, and the smile on her face disappeared visibly.
Yan Han hugged her tightly, leaning his face against her ear, "I'm sorry."
Song Xiang remained motionless, "What's wrong?"
"I originally wanted to find it for you, but there were too few clues. Your mother is almost the only insider." Yan Han said.
He had been searched for a long time ago, but more than 20 years ago, communications were underdeveloped, and Xu Shuyan was too ordinary. She had never even taken a train during her travels. Even if she had been, there was no record at all. She wanted to find Song Xiang.
The source is even more difficult.
Song Xiang seemed to have fallen from the sky.
"It's okay..." Song Xiang sniffed and swallowed what was in her mouth, "I just pretended that I didn't know. I didn't look for it for so many years before. There is no reason to look for it now that I know."
She knew well that premature daughters were most likely to be abandoned babies in that era. And judging from Xu Shuyan's economic level, it was impossible to buy them. Xu Shuyan also had no ability to steal other people's children. She could only pick them up.
It’s okay not to look for parents who abandon their children.
She straightened up from Yan Han's arms and forced out a smile, "Stop looking and let nature take its course. Even if a pair of parents fell from the sky now, it would be difficult for me to accept them."
Just like that, keeping the status quo is already good.
Yan Han pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable in his heart. He knew Song Xiang too well. She said she didn't care, but she must have been thinking about it in her heart.
"Is that your mother?" Song Xiang suddenly raised his head and pointed at the big screen above.
Yan Han took advantage of the situation and looked up. Sure enough, An Xuyue's support MV was playing on the big screen.
"It's your mother's birthday?" Song Xiang saw the last line of blessings and looked up to ask Yan Han.
The topic was changed, Yan Han didn't say anything more, and said casually: "It seems so."
"What does it mean?" Song Xiang raised her hand and poked his forehead, "You don't even remember your mother's birthday?"
"She may not remember me either."
Song Xiang: "..."
This family is really miserable.
She thought for a while, stood up, put her hands on her hips in front of Yan Han, "Let's go celebrate your mother's birthday."
Yan Han frowned and resisted instinctively, "No need."
The relationship between father and son, mother and son cannot be bridged by a birthday gift or a sentence or two. They have been separated for many years and the barriers between them are so thick that he is no longer willing to explore the stories behind the walls.
Song Xiang touched his head and said, "I just want to go to Qincheng to visit an engine manufacturer. If you are not free, I can visit your mother by myself."
Yan Han was dumbfounded and looked up at her, "General my army, right?"
She knew clearly that at this time, there was no way he would let her run to Qincheng alone.
Song Xiang stuck out her tongue, bent down and took his hand, shook it gently, and said coquettishly, "Go, your mother is having a big birthday this year. She will be sad if your son doesn't go."
There was a flash of sarcasm in Yan Yanhan's eyes. Thinking of that incident, he couldn't bear to get what he deserved.
But Song Xiang obviously wanted to resolve the gap between him and his parents. She worked so hard, and he didn't want to disappoint her.
"When do you want to go?"
Song Xiang was happy, "The day after tomorrow?"
"I'll be back after the birthday party." Yan Han added with a frown.
Song Xiang nodded, with a dozen plans already turning into his mind.