Chapter 842
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But…
Qiaoqiao’s intelligence still hasn’t fully recovered!
She might really get deceived or abducted!
For a moment,
She felt a chill run down her spine.
This isn’t just her child…
but also Lin Xian’s!
How could she explain if the child was lost!
So she hurriedly stopped a staff member:
“Have you seen a little girl?
With a ponytail, wearing a cream-colored dress, about this tall, thin.”
The staff member nodded:
“I saw her, she went that way.”
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Zhao Yingjun hurried in the direction pointed by the staff member.Asking along the way, tracking down clues.
Luckily, Yan Qiaoqiao was very beautiful, with skin as tender and white as a doll’s, so many people remembered her on the road and gave Zhao Yingjun the right directions.
Finally!
After a nerve-wracking chase!
Zhao Yingjun finally spotted Yan Qiaoqiao’s figure in the park’s bushes!
“Yan!
Qiao!
Qiao!”
She scolded angrily.
When Mom calls your full name, it means you’re in big trouble.
“How could you just run off without telling me?”
Zhao Yingjun was really furious, and when she reached Yan Qiaoqiao, she scolded her:
“Do you know how dangerous that is?
There are so many bad people out there.
What if someone abducted you, deceived you?”
“You don’t understand at all!
When I leave you and tell you to stay put, you need to stay right there and not move!
Otherwise, where am I supposed to find you?”
“Today I was lucky to find you easily, but what if I couldn’t find you?
What if something happened to you, how could I explain to others?”
Yan Qiaoqiao turned around.
Her fingers held a muddy Game Coin:
“Sister, found it.”
Zhao Yingjun was still angry, but then, she saw another object in Yan Qiaoqiao’s other hand, a bunch of crinkled foil-wrapped, somewhat wilted carnations.
Suddenly, her heart softened.
She remembered when Yan Qiaoqiao watched the cartoon “Lotus Lantern” a while ago, with that focused and misty-eyed look.
Watching the scene where Chenxiang and the Third Mother hugged and reunited, Yan Qiaoqiao innocently said…
how could it be a family without a father?
But Chenxiang still could see his mother.
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For Yan Qiaoqiao…
She had neither a mother nor a father.
Zhao Yingjun’s mind was all on work today, and only now did she recall the celebratory decorations in the mall.
Turns out…
Today was Mother’s Day.
She had never paid attention to this holiday.
Yet unexpectedly, the yearning Yan Qiaoqiao already had a bunch of carnations in her hand.
She felt a bit bitter inside.
Thinking carefully…
Was it all Yan Qiaoqiao’s fault that she ran away today?
Obviously, it wasn’t.
She failed to fulfill a guardian’s duty.
Knowing full well that Yan Qiaoqiao’s intelligence and cognition hadn’t recovered, shouldn’t she have been watching her constantly, not letting her out of sight?
It was her own carelessness.
She always thought of herself as a stable person in terms of emotions…
But why.
Why reserve the worst temper, the poorest patience, for her own child?
Zhao Yingjun let out a soft sigh.
Holding Yan Qiaoqiao’s hand, she sat down in the pavilion in the park, using wet wipes from her handbag to clean the mud off her lower legs and arms.
Yan Qiaoqiao held the Game Coin in her left hand and the carnations in her right.
She seemed to know she had done something wrong.
Not a word.
Just sitting there quietly.
[Like a child who has been wronged].
Zhao Yingjun, looking at the wilted carnations in her hand, said softly:
“Do you know…
carnations are given to mothers?”
Yan Qiaoqiao nodded slightly.
Zhao Yingjun was quite surprised.
She thought such a slightly complicated piece of knowledge should be beyond the current Yan Qiaoqiao’s grasp.
She tidied up the wet wipes on the ground and sat down beside Yan Qiaoqiao.
Yan Qiaoqiao did not speak, her gaze fixed on the carnations in her hand.
Zhao Yingjun pursed her lips.
And said:
“When I was your age, I had already gone abroad to study, also only able to return home once or twice a year, barely getting a chance to see my parents.”
“Actually, I seem strong, but on such holidays related to family and reunion…
I miss home, miss my mother.”
“Only, the holidays abroad don’t overlap with those in China, and naturally, neither do the vacations.
So whether it’s the Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival in August, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day…
I couldn’t return.”
“The less you see them, the more you miss them.
But the more you miss, still you can’t see.
Gradually, it actually became a form of self-deception, forcing myself to forget about these holidays, avoiding stories and novels about family.”
“But…
it’s all just self-deception.
Everyone misses their mother, I do too.
I always forced myself to be strong in this respect, but later I found…
strength and missing my mother aren’t at odds.
Moreover…
people can easily be strong; but you can’t conquer your heart, to stop yourself from missing your mother.”
She lowered her head, looking at the silent Yan Qiaoqiao beside her:
“Do you usually miss your mother?”
Yan Qiaoqiao didn’t look up.
She nodded slightly in her chest.
Zhao Yingjun smiled softly, caressing her smooth hair:
“When do you usually miss your mother?
Mother’s Day?
Children’s Day?
Your birthday?
Or is it…
some special, specific day?”
Yan Qiaoqiao blinked.
Turned her head.
Her clear eyes looked at Zhao Yingjun:
“[Every day].”
Zhao Yingjun’s smile froze on her face.
Yan Qiaoqiao twirled the wilted carnations in her hands, her gaze fixed on the wrinkled blossoms:
“Every day…
I miss mom.”
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