Chapter 814: He Said Nothing

"Little boy, what's your name? Why are you here?" He Xiyan asked doubtfully, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, a very warm smile.

Yuanyuan pursed his lips, shook his head, and did not answer.

He did not want to answer such questions.

He just felt very sad. His mother did not recognize him, nor did she remember him.

"Then how old are you?" He Xiyan asked again. Seeing that this child is so beautiful, with white skin, and judging from the clothes, he must not be a child from this village. Although she did not know many children in this village, they were all dark, and it was even more impossible for them to dress so fashionably.

Yuanyuan woke up and blew his nose. He cried too long just now, and his throat was a little sore.

He stretched out his right hand and spread out all five fingers.

"Five years old?"

He Xiyan saw the child make a 5 gesture.

Is the child five years old? How to look at the height of this child, it feels like he should be six years old.

"Where is your home? Where are your parents?" He Xiyan asked again. Although she felt that the child was unwilling to answer her question, she still had to ask because the child might be lost and she had to send the child to his parents.

No, if the child was lost, the child should not appear at her door. Their home was not on the roadside, but at the foot of a remote mountain. There were several families in front of their home. It was evening now, and most of the other families had their doors open. The child should not have walked to the farthest house alone to knock on their door.

He Xiyan, who realized something was wrong, ran to the door and looked around, then looked at the road in the distance.

Her intuition told her that someone had sent the child to their home, not that the child had lost himself and came here.

But she looked for a long time but did not find anything unusual, nor did she see anyone walking on the road.

At this time, Chen Jiahang held her hand and showed her the words he wrote in the notebook.

She took a look and found that what he wrote was: "Is this child dumb?"

"Mute?" He Xiyan was stunned and looked at the child in confusion. He found that the child seemed to be cold and was sneezing several times.

She hurried to the bedroom. There was no clothes for the child at home, so she could only find one of her coats and put it on the child.

When the clothes fell on his body, Yuanyuan felt the warmth. He smiled at He Xiyan, a sweet smile that looked particularly cute.

It turned out that his mother loved him, but she just didn't remember him.

Yuanyuan, who felt a little warm, was not as scared as before, and he was not crying. He looked up at his mother.

He Xiyan also showed that kind of gentle smile, and she reached out and stroked the child's head. For this child, she didn't know why, but she felt kind.

"Jiahang, it's so late now, this child will live in our house first, go to the kitchen and get a set of bowls and chopsticks."

He Xiyan sighed and said.

Now it was dark, and although the child didn't know how he got here, she couldn't bear to drive the child out.

She would send the child to the police station tomorrow.

When Yuanyuan heard that his mother was willing to leave him here, he smiled again and was not afraid at all. He put his small schoolbag on a chair and climbed up to sit, sitting at the dining table and looking at the food on the table.