"Fang Zhang? Who is Fang Zhang?" Yuan's mother was stunned for a moment, "Is mom sick because she wants an injection?"
"My mother fell asleep while pregnant with my sister, and there was nothing shining in her brain. The abbot told her to sleep until she could wake up with an injection after research."
Baozi's little hands climbed up to Yuan's mother's neck, and his voice was soft and frightened, "Grandma, I'm afraid that mother won't come back."
Yuan's mother felt extremely uncomfortable after hearing this. She had also lost a close relative. Mother and child were connected. This child was so young... No, no, didn't you just say that this child was an orphan?
She turned back to look at Professor Yuan, but Professor Yuan started to think thoughtfully, "Daughter-in-law, do you remember? A while ago, a person named Fang Wu came to us and said that she was entrusted by Ling'er to collect some confidential documents.
According to research, could the Fang Zhang mentioned in the child’s mouth be Fang Wu?”
"Hurry up and call and ask!" Yuan's mother lost her voice.
Brother Yuan immediately took out his mobile phone. He had written down the woman's mobile phone number before and dialed it immediately after finding it.
"Hey, Fang Wu, is it? I have a situation here now. A child came to my house. He said his name is Nuomi and Baozi, and he said he is Ling'er's son... Ah, are you coming here? Now?
Okay, okay, then come and we will wait for you.”
"How is it?" Professor Yuan and Mother Yuan asked in unison.
Brother Yuan put down his cell phone, his eyes still full of astonishment, "She said she would come over right away, saying that this child is almost Ling'er's son."
"Oh my god!" Yuan's mother murmured, turning back and looking at Baozi. Tears welled up in her eyes. She squatted down, held Baozi's shoulders, and said in a trembling voice, "Are you really Ling'er's child? Are you my grandson?"
Baozi looked at her and slowly wrinkled his little face. He was most afraid of the woman crying, so he reached out and patted her shoulder gently like an adult, and comforted her: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore."
At that moment, Yuan's mother burst into tears. God knows, everyone was telling her this and that, but she couldn't feel at ease. The pain of separation of flesh and blood, heartbreaking day and night, how could she let go just based on other people's words?
This kind of heart-piercing pain?
Baozi suddenly became at a loss and looked up at Professor Yuan, "I...I didn't hit her."
Professor Yuan patted his wife's shoulder gently, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Okay, okay, I won't cry anymore."
None of the Yuan family are good at comforting people. The most powerful thing they can do is tap on the shoulder and say this sentence. Yuan's mother has heard it for decades, so she suddenly collapsed when Baozi said that comforting sentence.
Seeing her crying harder and harder, Baozi felt more and more uneasy. He stepped back and glanced at Brother Yuan, twisting his little hands and saying, "Uncle, I really didn't fight."
Mother Yuan hugged Baozi and held her in her arms. She never wiped away her tears and said in a heavy nasal voice: "I'm sorry, grandma lost her temper. Grandma scared you."
She let go of Baozi and held his face, her eyes still blurred with tears, "Let grandma look at you, look at you."
"I don't look like this." Baozi hesitated and stretched out his little hand to wipe her tears. "This body is not ours. We control it with our consciousness. When I wake up over there, I have to leave."
"Go?" Yuan's mother panicked, "Where are you going? Are you going back?"
"Mom!" Brother Yuan stretched out his hand to help her up, with a painful look in his eyes, "Don't do this, scare the child, wait until Fang Wu comes and ask her what's going on. To put it bluntly, it's good to have us meet.
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Yuan's mother was full of loss and panic, and murmured: "You are right, it is good to meet once, it is very good, you can't be greedy and forceful."