Genius Club.

Chapter 381 I Miss You (Additional chapter for the third bomb of the leader!)
Zhao Yingjun didn't say anything.

Looking down at Yan Qiaoqiao:
"Do you have the concept of father now?"

A few days ago, when she asked Yan Qiaoqiao if she remembered who her father was, Yan Qiaoqiao asked back what a father was.

It seems that she has learned a lot from watching TV crazily these days.

but……

Are knowledge and emotions the same?

Can she still empathize with others even though she has no memories of her parents, family, and kinship?

Looking at Zhao Yingjun's gaze, Yan Qiaoqiao nodded:
“Other kids have it.”

Other children?
"On TV?" Zhao Yingjun asked.

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head and pointed outside the window:
"The children in the yard."

Yan Mei came over at this time and explained to Zhao Yingjun:
"Qiaoqiao has started going out these past two days and playing with other children in the community. There are not many teenage girls like her, most of them are seven or eight years old."

"But they are about the same mental age, so they can play together. It can be considered as making some friends in the yard."

"And then... well, those kids must be accompanied by their parents. When it's time to eat, they are dragged home by their parents. Qiaoqiao must be very envious. I wouldn't say she's envious, but she often asks me where her parents are."

Yan Mei pursed her lips and sighed softly:

"Qiaoqiao is getting smarter every day, and she knows more and more things. Many things can no longer be hidden from her. She will know what she should know sooner or later."

……

Zhao Yingjun rubbed the top of Yan Qiaoqiao's head.

Her tacky pigtails and fake flower hairpins were eye-catching... So, he took her hand, picked up the bags on the sofa, and walked towards the bedroom:

"Come on, I'll dress you up."

Enter the bedroom.

Zhao Yingjun brought various decorations, hairpins, and combs to the table, then patted the chair in front of the makeup mirror and asked Yan Qiaoqiao to sit down:
"Come on Qiaoqiao, sit here and don't move. I'll braid your hair for you."

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded.

She sat down obediently, staring at the woman who was combing her hair behind her.

"You're a grown-up girl now, you can't wear pigtails like that anymore."

Zhao Yingjun untied the artificial flowers and rubber bands on Yan Qiaoqiao's hair, combed her hair with a comb, and continued:
"Others may not say anything, but if a girl this age still dresses in such a childish way, others will laugh at you."

"You are so smart and learn things so quickly. You should learn how to tie your own hair. It doesn't need to be too complicated or have too many decorations. At your age, a clean ponytail is enough. It will make you look young and beautiful."

She combed Yan Qiaoqiao's hair with a wooden comb and looked at the length of her hair.

It just passes the neck and touches the shoulders. It is not long, but not too short either. It should be just right for a neat ponytail.

It’s just that my hair hasn’t been trimmed for a while, and the ends are a bit rough.

But the convenience of a ponytail lies in this. Just tie it back and all flaws will no longer be obvious.

Zhao Yingjun held Yan Qiaoqiao's hair behind her head with her palm.

Then take out a blue elastic headband, put it on, and wrap it around the hair inside and outside twice, and a refreshing ponytail is ready.

The previous words...

The bangs and sideburns are just the right length, no need to style them specially.

Zhao Yingjun couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that beauty and youth are justice. Just look at Yan Qiaoqiao's doll-like delicate face, snow-white skin, and smart big eyes... no matter how hard you try, she's actually not that hard to look at.

"It's too early for you to put on makeup. Besides, you have good skin and don't need makeup. So, I'll put a hairpin in front of your face."

Because the headband that ties the ponytail at the back is blue, very wide, and very conspicuous.

The hairstyle in front must have a small decoration to balance the color difference, so that it will be more visually comfortable.

A simple light pink metal hairpin will do.

It's ordinary, but simple and elegant.

Zhao Yingjun pinned the metal hairpin on the top of Yan Qiaoqiao's head above her bangs, and the hairstyle was completed.

"Hmm...what should I wear?"

Zhao Yingjun unconsciously felt like she was a child playing with dolls and choosing clothes for them.

Very nice feeling.

It turns out that dressing up your own children is much more interesting than dressing yourself.

"You are too thin. It is not suitable for you to wear tight clothes. It will make you look too dry, thin and ugly. In this case...then wear a skirt."

Zhao Yingjun smiled and searched through the bags for a cute dress.

She had rarely worn a skirt in her life.

She couldn't remember clearly when she was a child, but since she started school, she had hardly ever worn a skirt.

She doesn't like wearing skirts.

But I feel that... Yan Qiaoqiao should be very suitable, which can make up for the regret that I am not suitable for wearing cute clothes.

finally.

Zhao Yingjun chose a knee-length dress for Yan Qiaoqiao that was off-white, simple and elegant, without any extra patterns or decorations.

Very suitable for Yan Qiaoqiao.

Although Yan Qiaoqiao is only 151cm tall, she has very good body proportions, long legs, and a high waist. She is a natural fit for wearing simple, fresh clothing.

"Okay, stand up and look in the mirror."

Zhao Yingjun has finished packing.

Yan Qiaoqiao walked to the full-length mirror next to her and swayed her body left and right:

"nice."

The words are concise, but the attitude is clear.

Zhao Yingjun smiled inexplicably.

A great sense of accomplishment:
"Do you really think it looks good?"

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded, turned around and looked at Zhao Yingjun:
"Thank you sister."

"..."

Zhao Yingjun was silent.

But think about it...

indeed.

Just call me sister.

She is far from ready to be a mother. If Yan Qiaoqiao suddenly changed her name to "Mom", she would not feel any relief.

instead……

There is only bone-chilling horror and terror.

What's more, the age gap between her and Yan Qiaoqiao is too small.

If she goes out and calls "Mom", I guarantee that 100 out of 120 people will think that she is the young stepmother found by Yan Qiaoqiao's father.

As the saying goes, a man of the right character has nothing to fear from his own shadow.

But rumors can be very troublesome once they fall into the self-proving trap, so it is better to have less trouble than more.

"Just wear clothes of this style from now on."

Zhao Yingjun pointed at the large and small bags on the bed:

"All the clothes here are bought for you. You will learn how to dress them slowly. You really should never wear pigtails or fake flowers on your hair again. Even children of four or five years old wouldn't dress like that now."

"Otherwise, if Lin...if others see it, they will think I'm abusing the child. You better be more delicate next time."

Zhao Yingjun knew it very well.

Although Lin Xian must have many secrets, many identities and purposes that cannot be revealed at the moment, it is only a matter of time before Yan Qiaoqiao and Lin Xian recognize each other.

When the truth comes out...

Then how can Yan Qiaoqiao explain herself, being rustic and uneducated? How can she explain herself?

and so.

This child must be taken care of better.

Subsequently.

She led Yan Qiaoqiao out.

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei were very surprised to see Yan Qiaoqiao's new look:

"Oh my, our Qiaoqiao has become a big girl!"

"Haha, it turns out that little girls still need to dress up. It's true that clothes make the man. She suddenly looks like a grown-up child."

Yan Qiaoqiao seemed to want to show off her new clothes to her friends, so she ran straight to the door to go out and play.

"You two have been here for a long time, and you are tired."

Zhao Yingjun followed Yan Qiaoqiao and looked back at her parents:

"Let me go out and play with her today."

Say it.

The two, who looked like sisters, went out together and came to the community to look for friends.

Yan Mei looked at the two people who left:
"Old Zhao, do you feel that Yingjun seems to be getting closer to Qiaoqiao?"

"Every time she came before, she was very impatient, always finding fault with this and that. But today she was very nice, she didn't say anything, she bought clothes for Qiaoqiao and braided her hair."

Zhao Ruihai sat on the sofa and smiled with relief:
"Blood ties are so magical. The closeness in our bones is irresistible. However, the cultivation of many emotions requires a process. After all, we both raised children when they were young, so we were able to take on the role of grandparents relatively quickly... but it will take younger people a while longer to accept it."

"However, I am still very happy to see that Yingjun and Qiaoqiao's relationship is gradually getting better. This way, after we leave Donghai, we can safely leave Qiaoqiao to Yingjun. It can be seen... In fact, she likes Qiaoqiao very much, but our previous communication method was a bit inappropriate."

Yan Mei also sat down on the sofa.

Clean the fruit peels that Yan Qiaoqiao just ate:
"Have you figured out how to keep Qiaoqiao here?"

"It would be inappropriate for us to just leave without saying anything and throw Qiaoqiao to Yingjun, right? I think it is completely understandable that Yingjun finds it difficult to accept such an outrageous and unscientific thing. We should also be methodical in doing things."

Zhao Ruihai nodded:

"Don't worry, I have a plan in mind, and I know how to handle it smoothly."

"Let's play with Qiaoqiao for another week. After a week, we will find an excuse to go back to the capital for urgent matters, but we will be back soon and let Yingjun help take care of Qiaoqiao for a few days."

"Then... we'll see whether we can come back or not, and we'll decide then. It just so happens that the May Day holiday is almost over, and we both have a long vacation, so why not take Qiaoqiao out for a few days while there are fewer people around."

"I have long dreamed of taking my grandchildren out to travel around the country one day, but I never expected that things would turn out so unpredictably that some unattainable wishes could come true just like that."

Yan Mei put the garbage on the coffee table into the trash can.

Also shook his head.

He sighed:
"It's fine for Qiaoqiao to be fine, but the question of why Yingjun has such a big daughter... I still hope she can give us an acceptable answer as soon as possible."

"Well, what you said is true. Now that the child is born and grown up, what's the point of answering or not accepting it? Anyway, for me, everyone is healthy and happy now, there is really nothing I can't accept."

"Okay, let's play with Qiaoqiao for a while, go sightseeing... and then go home."

……

The next day, the May Day Golden Week holiday ended, and staff in various positions began to return to work and became busy.

Since Zhao Yingjun visited Yan Qiaoqiao that day, he has never been to his parents' villa again.

They both said.

I want to take Qiaoqiao out for a trip and see the world.

Let them be. Zhao Yingjun didn't care and continued to devote his energy and thoughts to the work of MX Company.

Work is still very busy.

But in her spare time, she couldn't help but think of Lin Xian and Yan Qiaoqiao.

really...

I never had this kind of anxiety before, so why am I suddenly taking on the role of a family member now?
It is just as Brother Wang said.

Women may really enter the role of mother much faster than men enter the role of father.

These days, she went to the nearby Rhine Company several times, but didn't see Lin Xian.

I did run into Brother Wang in the corridor yesterday.

"Mr. Zhao, you are here!"

Brother Wang greeted her warmly:

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhao? Do you have any instructions?"

"Nothing."

She smiled:

"I just came here to take a look. Didn't Lin Xian come to work these days?"

"Haha, him."

Brother Wang had an expression that said you know what I mean:

"He is a hands-off boss. Not coming to work is the norm, and coming is an occasional miracle. And during this period, I don't know if Lin Xian is a little weak... or what... He always sleeps during the day and has sex at night."

"I call him every afternoon, but he won't answer. I'm too lazy to call him now. He won't answer anyway, so I might as well send him a message. And every day is very regular. Basically, around 2 or 3 in the evening, Lin Xian will reply to my message."

"Although Lin Xian is still young, he still needs to take care of his health. How can he stay up late like this every day? When you have time, you can talk to him and ask him to change his schedule... Is there anything that can't be done during the day? Why must he sleep during the day?"

Zhao Yingjun listened to what Brother Wang said.

I still think of my previous guess...

Her uncle, who works in the national security department and has concealed his identity from his wife for thirty years, is in a similar situation to Lin Xian's current situation.

He goes on business trips every few days and often doesn't answer the phone.

to this end.

My uncle and his wife often had conflicts over this issue.

But my uncle was indeed a responsible national security officer. Even though they couldn't continue the arguments several times, he did not tell the truth for the sake of confidentiality, national security, and the secret mission he was carrying out.

As a woman, Zhao Yingjun sympathized with this aunt. Such a life of cold violence was indeed very uncomfortable.

But at the same time, as a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom who enjoys protection and security, Zhao Yingjun also admires unsung heroes like his uncle who are selfless and dedicated to their work.

Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and filial piety.

This is bound to be a problem that you can't have both.

presumably.

Lin Xian now must be similar to his uncle, carrying out some secret missions and doing some obscure but very great things.

She has intuition.

What Lin Xian did was definitely much more dangerous and more important than what his uncle did.

This is also the reason why she did not take the initiative to contact Lin Xian even after she discovered Yan Qiaoqiao's background for so many days.

Being embarrassed or unable to name this unclear relationship is certainly an important factor.

But the real reason why Zhao Yingjun chose to remain silent...

Or she could feel that Lin Xian was shouldering some important responsibility, and that Lin Xian had been deliberately concealing it all.

Just like what Lin Xian said to Brother Wang now.

go to bed?

Ha ha.

How can anyone sleep 12 hours a day and not wake up in the middle?
This is simply not possible.

Lin Xian must be using the excuse of sleeping to busy himself with other secret matters.

……

Early in the morning, 00:42, a corner of the bedroom in Lin Xian’s home.

He opened his eyes.

Quickly jump out of the bed!
He didn't even bother to rub his sticky eyes. He rushed to the desk, turned on the desk lamp, picked up the pen, and immediately started writing on the manuscript paper that had been prepared long ago.

rustling.

rustling.

Writing is like a spirit.

It’s not that Lin Xian’s mind is so quick, but that he is racing against his limited memory.

Move with the silky smoothness of the pen tip.

An extremely complex and continuous reaction equation appears on the manuscript paper.

However, this is not over yet.

There are also long notes and annotations at the end.

Lin Xian couldn't understand it at all, so he could only copy it exactly like copying a painting.

at last.

Before his visual memory disappeared, Lin Xian copied out this epoch-making reaction equation that could change the world.

After 600 years, Academician Gao Wen’s research results have once again reappeared in the world.

"call……"

Lin Xian let out a long sigh.

As if I finally had time to breathe.

This reaction formula is too long and too difficult to memorize. Memorizing it in one go today is really the biggest challenge for me.

Fortunately, it was successful and the efforts were not in vain.

Afterwards, he relaxed a lot.

He rubbed his eyes, drank a glass of water, and continued to work at his desk, writing out the contents of the manuscript he had memorized that night.

I wrote until two in the morning before I completed the task.

Lin Xian stretched lazily.

Tidy up the manuscript paper in front of you.

So many days have passed unknowingly, and more than half of the "Theoretical Principles of Time and Space Travel and Concept of Building a Time and Space Shuttle" left by Academician Gao Wen has been copied back to the real world.

I estimate that it will take only a few days to finish copying all of them.

Seeing that the time-space shuttle is about to be obtained... Lin Xian can't help but feel excited, imagining that he can also travel freely through time and space like Huang Que and the Time-Space Assassin.

of course.

He knows better than anyone else.

Traveling through time and space is not such a simple thing. The laws of time and space, space-time particles, how to return, space-time rejection, forced avoidance... these are all problems that must be faced.

But Lin Xian was not in a hurry.

He can keep this theory in his hands first to ensure his technological advantage so that he can seize the initiative when necessary in the future.

Open the drawer.

Lin Xian carefully put the manuscript he had copied back in.

"After a few days, when all the manuscripts have been copied and checked... it's time to start the next plan in the fifth dream."

Queenstown.

This is the next goal in Lin Xian’s dream.

There are more than a dozen hafnium alloy safes in the town... Is there one that belongs to me or Mr. Wei Shengjin?
He was also very curious... Who was the queen of Queen Town? He really wanted to meet her.

"Just take it one step at a time."

Lin Xian stretched and looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table:

2024年5月12日，02：32
today……

It seems to be Mother's Day?

He opened his phone to search for confirmation.

It is indeed Mother’s Day.

So I opened WeChat and sent a message to my mother:
"Happy Mother's Day, Mom."

"I'm too busy with work here to go back, so you and dad should take care of your health, go out for a trip, and try some delicacies from all over the country."

After sending the message, he transferred a big red envelope.

I wanted to put down my phone and go to sleep.

Unexpectedly, before the phone screen was turned off, a ding-dong sound came and my mother's WeChat reply came.

Ok?
Lin Xian felt very confused.

Why aren't you asleep yet at this hour?

Or were you woken up by the ringing of your cell phone sending a message?
I turned on my phone again and found my mother replied:

"Thank you, son! I'm so happy! You are my greatest pride in this life!"

Lin Xian smiled and typed a reply:
"Why are you still awake so late? You can turn on silent mode or airplane mode when you go to bed at night, so that your phone won't ring."

immediately.

My mother sent me a voice message:
"Son, after you left home, your father and I were afraid that we wouldn't be able to receive your call in the middle of the night, and that you wouldn't be able to find us if something happened... So every night, both of our phones were not muted."

"You are away from home. Although you are very capable and self-reliant, your father and I are still worried about you. Not only is your phone not muted, doesn't WeChat have special care and special ringtone functions?"

"I asked the neighbor's kid to help me set it up. I set a very loud ringtone specifically for your message. This way... no matter when you look for your mom or dad, we can see your message first."

"Haha, it's okay, it's not like you woke me up. Your dad and I are fine right now, and we get plenty of sleep every day. Besides, I'm really happy to receive your Mother's Day wishes!"

"But you, son, it's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet? You should take care of your health even though you are so young... Mom won't disturb you anymore, go to bed quickly!"

……

After listening to his mother's 60-second voice message, Lin Xian was filled with emotion.

60 seconds.

It is the maximum length of a single voice message on WeChat, but it is not the limit of a mother’s concern for her child.

He couldn't help but think of Zhou Duanyun.

Although this person did all kinds of evil, to be honest, he would send a goodnight message to his mother every night and never missed a day.

If we only consider this point, he should beat 99% of the kids in the world.

Every good night sent by a child is just a few keys typed on the mobile phone keyboard, but it can make the mother on the other side smile for a long time and be happy for several days while looking at the screen of the mobile phone.

That’s what motherly love is.

It is great, but it can also magnify any good intentions of a child.

original……

Sure enough, it was the ringtone of my own message that woke my mother up.

Lin Xian couldn't help but think of a sentence he saw on the Internet -

I am not afraid of anything when I go out, except receiving a call from my family in the middle of the night.

"How pitiful the hearts of parents in the world are."

Lin Xian sighed.

Ding dong.

The phone rang again.

Lin Xian found that the large red envelope he had just sent out was also returned by his mother, who also sent a few messages saying, "Dad and Mom have money! Enough to spend! The money you gave us before hasn't been touched yet! It's not easy for you to work hard out there, save more money and take care of yourself!"

"Good night, son..."

"Mom loves you."

……

Twelve hours later.

MX Company, 22nd floor, Zhao Yingjun’s office.

Zhao Yingjun looked at the large and small suitcases being pushed in with confusion... and her father, mother, and Yan Qiaoqiao following behind the luggage.

"Didn't you say you'd just leave it here for a few days? Why did you bring so much luggage?"

She looked at the four or five suitcases alone and felt that it was a bit of an overreaction.

last night.

Her father called her and said that there was an urgent matter in the capital and they both had to go back immediately to deal with it.

But they would be back in a few days, so they thought they shouldn't take Yan Qiaoqiao with them all the way. After all, they had just traveled around the area, and they were afraid that Yan Qiaoqiao would tire herself out from the long journey.

So they decided to leave Yan Qiaoqiao with Zhao Yingjun and ask her to take care of her for a few days. After Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei returned from the capital in a few days, they would take Yan Qiaoqiao away.

Zhao Yingjun didn't think much about it.

I agreed immediately.

Anyway, there are so many rooms in the house, and Yan Qiaoqiao is already a teenager and can play by herself, so it is very easy to take care of her. It’s okay for her to stay at home for a few days.

But she didn't expect it!
Just staying for a few days!

Even if she just moves in with her luggage, the toiletries and clothes in her home are more than enough for Yan Qiaoqiao to use. How could she be left hungry?
Why did my parents bring so many large and small bags of luggage as if they were moving house?
"Oh, these are what Qiaoqiao needs every day."

Yan Mei patiently explained to Zhao Yingjun one by one:

"Children must use their own towels and bath towels, and they cannot be mixed with adults. Children have delicate skin, so they cannot use the same toiletries, toothpaste, and shampoo as adults. They are too irritating."

"This box and that box are all Qiaoqiao's clothes. We need to prepare some for both hot and cold weather. Who knows if the weather forecast is accurate? The East China Sea is close to the sea. What if the temperature suddenly drops one day? We need to prepare thick clothes in advance."

"That one over there—"

"Okay, okay, okay, okay." Zhao Yingjun sat behind her desk and interrupted her mother:
"The East Sea isn't a primitive society... I can buy Qiaoqiao anything she needs. She won't starve or freeze. You really don't have to be so considerate."

"That won't work!"

Yan Mei warned:
"New clothes must be washed thoroughly before they are worn by children, and they must be checked to see if they are made of pure cotton. Qiaoqiao's skin is so delicate, what if she is allergic to the chemical fibers?"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Zhao Yingjun was so overwhelmed that he gave up immediately:

"Then leave them all here. I'll have the company's people load them onto the truck and take them home. Is there anything else you want to tell me? If not, leave Qiaoqiao here and you guys should hurry back to the capital."

Zhao Ruihai and Yan Mei gave a bunch of instructions, 1234.

Then Yan Mei squatted down, reluctant to leave, and hugged Yan Qiaoqiao:
"Qiaoqiao, grandma is going to leave you for a while, you must be obedient and grow up well."

“Oh, no.”

Zhao Yingjun stood up from behind his desk and looked at his mother speechlessly:

"Shouldn't you have already completed this farewell process at home?"

"Besides, isn't it just a matter of going to the capital for a few days and then coming back? Is there any need to be so reluctant?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at her father Zhao Ruihai:
"How do I feel..."

"It seems like you two will never return to the East China Sea?"

Zhao Ruihai snorted:
"How is that possible! If we didn't think Qiaoqiao was tired from traveling and needed a rest, we would definitely bring Qiaoqiao back to the capital with us!"

"Let's go, we have to catch a plane."

Yan Mei stood up quickly, went out with Zhao Ruihai, closed the door, and left.

The movements are smooth and seamless.

"..."

Zhao Yingjun looked at the tightly closed office password door.

This departure was quite quick.

Aren't you feeling guilty?

Then she lowered her head and looked at Yan Qiaoqiao who was standing silently beside her.

I noticed that Yan Qiaoqiao was still dressed the same as she was ten days ago, with a blue headband on her head and a light pink metal hairpin in front of her head, both of which I had chosen for her at that time.

Same with clothes...

That beige dress with a fresh style.

"Why are you still wearing this?"

Zhao Yingjun asked doubtfully:
"I bought you a lot of hairpins, headbands, decorations, and clothes... There are more than a dozen skirts alone. You can change them all."

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head:

"I like this set."

Zhao Yingjun chuckled:
"It's not that you like it, it's just that you haven't tried other styles. How do you know you don't like others?"

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head again and said softly:
“I still like this.”

Hey.

Zhao Yingjun sighed.

Even if you like to wear it, you can’t wear it every day…

Forget it.

Let her do as she pleases.

She pointed to the sofa by the wall:

"Then Qiaoqiao, just sit there and read for a while. I still have a lot of work to do here. I'll take you home after get off work and let you play with VV."

After that, Zhao Yingjun made a phone call and asked the logistics staff to bring some children's books from the company's reading room for Yan Qiaoqiao to pass the time.

The work continues.

This period was very busy, with a lot of new businesses being launched. Rhine cosmetics began to go abroad and opened up channels in many countries. Naturally, the resulting work became more and more difficult.

She sat at her desk all afternoon and hardly stopped.

Vice presidents and team leaders kept coming to her to sign and report their work, and then she called them up to arrange work.

For the entire afternoon, he didn't even have a chance to look up at Yan Qiaoqiao.

at last.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon when she finally had some free time.

He unscrewed the cap of the thermos, took a sip of the slightly cooled scented tea, and looked towards the sofa.

But found...

Yan Qiaoqiao was not reading the children's book, but was staring at her.

It seems that it hasn't just been staring at this side.

Because there was no book in front of her, it was obvious that she had stopped reading long ago. Maybe she had been sitting there quietly, not saying a word, looking at herself a long time ago.

"What's wrong Qiaoqiao?"

Zhao Yingjun screwed on the thermos cup and asked:
“Isn’t the book interesting?”

Yan Qiaoqiao pointed out the window:
"I want to go out and play."

"Not now." Zhao Yingjun refused without hesitation:
"I still have a lot of work to do here, and I have to wait for some documents to be sent in for signature. Give it another hour, and I'll take you home in another hour and let VV play with you."

"If you're bored...why don't you play with your phone? Or watch some cartoons or something?"

Yan Qiaoqiao shook her head:

"No, I'll just sit here."

Then, someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Zhao Yingjun pressed the switch of the password door, letting the vice president in, signing the document and continuing the discussion.

Until half past five.

The work is finally finished.

Zhao Yingjun held Yan Qiaoqiao's hand and went to the nearby shopping mall. He thought that since it was still early, there was no need to rush home, so he took Yan Qiaoqiao for a walk and some fun.

Yan Qiaoqiao is interested in everything.

She even wanted to join in on the balloon castles that kids of a few years old played with.

"Forget it. Look at how young the children are playing with those."

Zhao Yingjun held her back:

"No, just go to the game room over there and play for a while. There should be something suitable for you there."

When we arrived at the game hall, we heard all kinds of loud music.

Zhao Yingjun couldn't help but frown.

She had never been to a place with such blasting music. Looking at the parents who patiently played with their children in the game room, she really admired them...

In a place like this, just staying here is already annoying enough, but they can actually have so much fun playing with their children.

Yan Qiaoqiao took a bunch of game coins and threw them into the claw machine.

Catch one, and the claws are loose;

Catch one, and the claws loosen again.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Yingjun:
“I can’t catch it.”

Zhao Yingjun smiled helplessly:
"There's nothing I can do if I can't catch it. I don't know how to catch it. And I don't think this thing can be caught... After all, the claws loosened just after reaching the highest point. It's obviously a scam."

Ding-a-ling-ding-ling-ding-ling-ding-ling--

When the music in the game room changed, she finally heard her cell phone ringing.

When I took it out and looked at it, I saw several missed calls, all from a vice president.

Could it be...

We discussed the plan in the afternoon. What went wrong?
She pressed the answer button, walked quickly out of the noisy game room, and turned back to Yan Qiaoqiao and said:
"Qiaoqiao, you play here first. I'm going to answer a call."

Say it.

She walked outside the game room and talked to the vice president on the phone.

Yan Qiaoqiao failed to catch the doll again.

I took out the game coins and continued to put them into the coin slot, but I didn't hold them firmly.

Gurgle Gurgle Wheel...

The game coin fell to the ground, then moved along the sloping ground, rolling faster and faster.

As soon as Yan Qiaoqiao bent down, the game coins rolled very far and very fast.

She hurried after him.

Trot all the way.

The game coins rolled out of the back door of the game hall and into the crowd, and were kicked by a man who didn't notice them. They were kicked very far away... directly into the park downstairs.

Yan Qiaoqiao stood there in a daze.

Those are the game coins my sister bought for me, I must get them back.

It was her first time to come to this shopping mall with complicated roads. She went up and down like a maze. She finally got out from the first floor door, but she was still far away from the place where the game coins fell.

resignedly.

She could only continue running into the park.

Arrived at the park entrance.

There are many people selling flowers, and many people buying flowers.

They are colorful and pretty, but most of the ones sold are of the same variety with similar shapes and flowers.

"Little sister, buy a flower!"

Next to her, a male college student who was selling flowers at a stall looked at Yan Qiaoqiao with clear eyes and a smile:
"Carnations, five dollars a piece. Only one left, they're sold out. I'll give you three dollars."

"Buy one, little girl. Today is Mother's Day. Go back and give your mother a flower. She will definitely be very happy!"

Yan Qiaoqiao stopped.

Looking at the empty flower bucket, there was only one light yellow carnation left:

"For... Mom?"

The male college student wearing glasses smiled and nodded:
"That's right, carnations are usually given to mothers. The flower language of carnations is gentleness and sincere love; especially yellow carnations, which symbolize gratitude and appreciation."

"So... there is no flower more suitable than a yellow carnation for my mother. Buy one! It's the last one. I'll charge you two dollars! I'll close the stall soon!"

"Two dollars can make mom feel your love and gratitude! What a good deal, right? Come on, little sister, don't hesitate any longer, buy this yellow carnation reserved for you, and thank mom for raising you!"

……

Listening to the passionate speech of the male college student.

Yan Qiaoqiao was very calm:
"Thank you, Mom..."

she whispered.

She raised her head and looked at the male college student with a slightly dim look in her eyes:

"I don't have a mother."

It was like a sharp knife stabbing into the male college student's heart!

His expression tensed instantly, as if the sharp knife had not been pulled out, but continued to rotate and twist inside.

The clarity in his eyes disappeared, and in its place came guilt and regret.

Damn.

Why did he say those words?

Why would you say such hurtful words to this little sister who has no mother?
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

The male college student hurriedly apologized.

Then look at the carnation in your hand.

I feel like even if I give it to the little girl in front of me for free...she doesn't have a mother to give it to!

Otherwise, he would really have given this bouquet of carnations to this lovely girl for free.

But he realized.

It’s better not to give it to her.

That would hurt her even more.

So he hurriedly threw the bouquet of carnations into the trash can nearby, then quickly closed his stall and ran away feeling guilty.

Yan Qiaoqiao tilted her head.

Watching the back of the male college student running away.

Look again at the carnation lying upside down in the trash can, with the flower facing downwards and the stem facing upwards.

then.

Take it out.

……

at the same time.

At the entrance of the arcade in the shopping mall, Zhao Yingjun finished his phone call and returned to the game room where the music was blasting.

"Qiaoqiao?"

She looked at the empty claw machine area, then looked around.

No!

There’s no sign of Qiaoqiao anywhere!

For a moment, Zhao Yingjun panicked.

broken.

You won’t lose the child, will you?
Although this teenage girl should not encounter human traffickers.

but……

Qiaoqiao, her intelligence has not yet fully recovered!

If you’re not careful, you might really get cheated or kidnapped!
For a while.

She felt a chill down her spine.

This isn't just her child...it's also Lin Xian's child! How can she explain if it's lost?
So he hurriedly stopped a staff member:
"Have you seen a little girl? She has pigtails, wears an off-white dress, is this tall and skinny."

The staff nodded:
"I saw it. It went out that way."

Zhao Yingjun hurriedly ran in the direction the staff pointed.

Ask all the way and track all the way.

Fortunately, Yan Qiaoqiao was very beautiful, with skin as fair and tender as a doll. Many people on the street were impressed by her, so they all guided Zhao Yingjun on the right path.

at last!

A thrilling pursuit all the way!

Zhao Yingjun finally found Yan Qiaoqiao in the bushes of the park!
"Yan! Qiao! Qiao!"

she shouted angrily.

When your mother calls you by your full name, it means you're in big trouble.

"How could you just run away without telling me?"

Zhao Yingjun was so angry that she came to Yan Qiaoqiao and started to scold her:
"Do you know that this is very dangerous? There are a lot of bad guys out there now. What if they kidnap or trick you?"

"You are so ignorant! When I leave you and tell you to stay where you are, you should stay there and not move! Otherwise, where can I find you?"

"I was lucky today and found you successfully. What would I do if I couldn't find you? How would I explain to others if something happened to you?"

Yan Qiaoqiao turned around.

I pinched a muddy game coin with my fingers:
"Sister, I found it."

Zhao Yingjun was still angry, but then he saw that Yan Qiaoqiao was holding a bunch of carnations in her other hand, the tinfoil wrapping was wrinkled and the flowers were a little withered.

For a moment, my heart softened again.

She thought of Yan Qiaoqiao's focused yet blurred eyes when she watched the cartoon "The Lotus Lantern" some time ago.

Looking at the scene of Chenxiang and San Shengmu hugging and reuniting, Yan Qiaoqiao said innocently... How can we be a family without a father?
But Chenxiang still has his mother to look after.

For Yan Qiaoqiao...

She has neither mother nor father.

Zhao Yingjun's mind had been on work today, and only then did she recall the celebratory costumes in the mall.

original……

Today is Mother's Day.

She had never paid attention to this festival.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiaoqiao, who missed her mother, had already grabbed a bouquet of carnations.

She felt a little uncomfortable.

think carefully.

Is it all Yan Qiaoqiao’s fault that she got lost today?
Obviously, no.

She failed to fulfill her duties as a guardian.

Since we know that Yan Qiaoqiao’s intelligence and cognition have not recovered, shouldn’t we keep an eye on her at all times and not let her out of our sight?
I blame myself for being too careless.

I have always considered myself to be an emotionally stable person...

But why.

Why do we always keep our worst temper and least patience for our own children?

Zhao Yingjun sighed lightly.

Holding Yan Qiaoqiao's hand, she went to the pavilion in the park and sat down. She used the wet wipes in her handbag to wipe the mud off her calves and arms.

Yan Qiaoqiao holds game coins in her left hand and carnations in her right hand.

She seemed to know she had made a mistake.

Silent.

Sit there quietly.

[Like a child who has been wronged].

Zhao Yingjun looked at the broken carnation in her hand and whispered:

"Did you know... carnations are for mothers?"

Yan Qiaoqiao nodded slightly.

Zhao Yingjun was very surprised.

She felt that this slightly complicated piece of knowledge was not something that Yan Qiaoqiao could know at the moment.

She picked up the wet wipes on the ground and sat next to Yan Qiaoqiao.

Yan Qiaoqiao said nothing, her eyes fixed on the carnations in her hand.

Zhao Yingjun pursed her lips.

He opened his mouth and said:
"When I was your age, I had already gone abroad to study, and I could only go home once or twice a year. I had no chance to see my parents at other times."

"I actually look very strong, but every time it's a holiday related to family and reunion... I miss home and my mom very much."

"It's just that the festivals abroad don't overlap with those in Dragon Country, and the holidays don't overlap either. So whether it's the Spring Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th... I can't come back for any of them."

"The longer I can't see them, the more I miss them. But the more I miss them, the less I can see them. Gradually, I develop a kind of self-paralysis, forcing myself to forget about this festival, to ignore the days of reunion, and to avoid stories and novels that talk about family love."

"But... it's all just self-deception. Everyone misses their mother, and I do too. I always force myself to be strong in this regard, but later I found that... being strong and missing my mother are not contradictory. Moreover... people can easily become strong; but they cannot conquer their hearts and stop thinking about their mother."

She lowered her head and looked at Yan Qiaoqiao who was silent beside her:

"Do you miss your mother often?"

Yan Qiaoqiao didn't look up.

Lowered it into his arms.

Zhao Yingjun smiled slightly and rubbed her smooth hair:

"When do you usually miss your mother? Mother's Day? Children's Day? Birthday? Or...some special day?"

Yan Qiaoqiao blinked.

Turn your head.

Looking at Zhao Yingjun with clear eyes:
"Every day."

Zhao Yingjun's smile froze on her face.

Yan Qiaoqiao rubbed the broken carnation in her hands and stared down at the wrinkled flower:
"I miss my mom every day."

(End of this chapter)