Chapter 814: A Child Is Crying

"Wow..." Yuanyuan cried loudly when he realized that his father was leaving. While he was crying, he stretched out his little hand and patted the wooden door hard.

In the small kitchen inside the house, He Xiyan was frying fish, while Chen Jiahang was making a fire nearby.

They still use the kind of firewood stoves found in rural areas. They have to light a fire every time they cook. Although it is troublesome, the food cooked by the firewood is sweet and delicious, which is much better than the food cooked by the gas stoves in the city.

"Jiahang, someone's child seems to be crying outside." He Xiyan, who vaguely heard the crying, said with a frown.

It was already evening, how could there be children running near their house to play?

Chen Jiahang also heard it. He added some more firewood to the earthen stove, then fetched a basin of water and washed his hands quickly, and then walked towards the hall.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, he not only heard the child's cry, but also heard a moderate knock on the door.

Chen Jiahang frowned. There was indeed a child crying and patting on their door.

He quickly opened the door. At first glance, it turned out to be a child, a child crying heartbrokenly, standing at the door of their home.

Yuan Yuan finally opened the door. He didn't cry as sadly as before, but he was still scared and tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the uncle he didn't recognize in front of him, who was as tall as his father.

Dad said that there was an uncle living here, an uncle who couldn't speak, so he should be this uncle.

Yuan Yuan wiped the tears that kept flowing from the corners of his eyes with his hands. Then he tugged on Chen Jiahang's pants.

Chen Jiahang:......

Chen Jiahang just stood there, not knowing what to say to a child for a long time. He just looked at the child with a strange look. He should be a child of about six years old, considering his height and carrying a small child on his back. bag.

He had never seen this child before. He didn't look like a child in their village.

He Xiyan came out with the freshly prepared dishes.

"Jiahang, whose child is this?" She looked towards the door and found a child standing at the door.

She paused and stared closely at the child, a very beautiful little boy, with delicate features and excellent facial features, even more beautiful than the child stars she saw on TV.

"You..." He Xiyan looked at the child. For some reason, her heart was beating so hard that the dish she was holding almost fell to the ground.

Yuan Yuan also looked at He Xiyan. He stared blankly, holding and loosening his small hands, and then holding them again.

He only remembered the appearance of his mother in the painting, which was somewhat similar to the aunt in front of him, but not very similar because he remembered that his mother was not fat like this.

But dad said this is mom, so it should be mom.

Yuan Yuan didn't call out mother, he just ran over and hugged He Xiyan's leg.

He Xiyan's body stiffened, the hand holding the dish shook, and some of the soup in the bowl spilled on the floor.

She quickly put the bowl in her hand on the table nearby, then squatted down and looked at the little boy in front of her, a child she had never seen before in her memory.

The eyes of mother and son intertwined.

He Xiyan was in a daze, feeling that this child was inexplicably close to her.

She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and gently landed on Yuan Yuan's shoulder.