Chapter 843
Chapter 843: Chapter 23: Their New Journeys Chapter 843: Chapter 23: Their New Journeys Zhao Yingjun looked at Yan Qiaoqiao, who was looking down.
Suddenly.
She recalled the conversation she had had with Brother Wang on the rooftop of the MX Building…
“When did you start feeling like a father?”
She had asked Brother Wang this question at the time.
It was a very abstract question, but Brother Wang had replied without hesitation,
“It was the moment my daughter was wronged.”
…
To be honest,
at the time, she couldn’t fully understand what Brother Wang had said; it even felt a bit melodramatic and made a mountain out of a molehill.
But now.
Seeing the aggrieved and lonely expression on Yan Qiaoqiao’s face.
She felt a twinge in her nose.
She bent down and reached out her arms, embracing the petite figure that was as delicate as a budding flower,
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“I’m sorry.”She whispered.
Even though, many things were not her fault;
She wasn’t the one who gave birth to this child;
She wasn’t the one who missed out on being there during her childhood;
But still…
“I’m sorry.”
She said it again, closed her eyes, and felt the slightly cool temperature in her arms, which gradually seemed to become warm.
Zhao Yingjun straightened up.
She looked at the bouquet of carnations held in Yan Qiaoqiao’s hands.
They were very tattered and wilted.
The tin foil wrapping around them was wrinkled, and the flowers were falling apart.
But at that moment.
It was the gift Zhao Yingjun most wanted to receive.
She looked at the flower and asked,
“Qiaoqiao, where did this bouquet come from?”
Yan Qiaoqiao pointed towards the entrance of the deserted park in the distance,
“I picked it up from a trash can.”
Hearing this answer.
Zhao Yingjun laughed, both surprised and unsurprised.
On reflection, it made sense.
Yan Qiaoqiao didn’t have a single penny on her, where else could she buy flowers from if not pick them from a trash can?
“Can I give it to sister?”
Zhao Yingjun was somewhat expectant,
“I really like this bouquet…
if you could give it to me.”
“Although I’m not your mother, I can try to become more gentle, more patient, more tolerant; I can try to be a good sister, to protect and take care of you.”
Yan Qiaoqiao nodded.
She held the pale yellow carnations between them, the lingering scent of the flowers dispersing in the air, and permeating into their noses, exceptionally sweet,
“I give it to you.”
Yan Qiaoqiao said softly.
Zhao Yingjun solemnly received the first bouquet of carnations in her life and carefully admired its appearance.
She really liked it.
She straightened out the wrinkled tin foil bit by bit, and the flowers still looked quite intact.
Although there was only one bouquet.
But a carnation is a carnation.
Many emotions in this world cannot be described quantitatively.
“Thank you, Qiaoqiao.”
Zhao Yingjun smiled slightly,
“I really like it.”
For some reason, she was reminded of the overpass where she flew across with Lin Xian early last year, and the equally wrinkled bouquet of roses that Lin Xian gave her, which made her laugh even more:
“I never would have thought…”
“The two most important bouquets of flowers I’ve received in my life both came from elsewhere, both wrinkled like this.”
Yan Qiaoqiao tilted her head,
“Two bouquets?”
“Who gave you the other one?”
Zhao Yingjun looked at Yan Qiaoqiao’s curious and innocent face, rubbed her hair, and said gently,
“You’ll find out the answer.”
“When the time comes…”
“Let him tell you the story himself, okay?”
Yan Qiaoqiao nodded obediently,
“Okay.”
Zhao Yingjun held the carnations lovingly in her hands, not wanting to put them in her handbag, so she switched hands, holding them in her left hand.
Then she noticed the game coin that Yan Qiaoqiao was holding…
And she thought back to the scene at the claw machine.
Yan Qiaoqiao had not caught a single toy.
So she suggested,
“How about we try the claw machines in the mall again?”
“Can we catch one?”
Yan Qiaoqiao looked up expectantly.
“We can give it another try!”
Zhao Yingjun encouraged,
“Although I don’t know how to play, I can learn.”
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As evening fell, the lights of Donghai City began to light up.
A duo of beauties, one big and one small, holding hands, rose from the park benches, sisterly in appearance and almost like mother and daughter, they entered the bustling large mall nearby.
Not long after.
They came out of the arcade, Yan Qiaoqiao waving a brash big-mouthed monkey in the air, happily dancing through the air.
Although this toy was ugly.
It was one that both of them had struggled for a long time to finally catch!
Zhao Yingjun also realized afterward.
To catch a toy in these obviously rigged claw machines, you had to be stubborn…
You shouldn’t have high aspirations or try to find so-called skills and opportunities, just keep inserting coins blindly at one toy until you catch it.
There will always be a chance when the claw, seeming to get angry, will grasp onto a toy tightly, not letting go at all, and directly transfer it to the exit.
This brash big-mouthed monkey was obtained this way.
Purely accidental.
Just like Yan Qiaoqiao’s appearance.
The two arrived at the underground parking lot and got into the awaiting Alphard Business Vehicle.
Yan Qiaoqiao was still playing with the big-mouthed monkey, and Zhao Yingjun was still appreciating the carnation.
This was the perfect version of “The Gift of the Magi.”
Both had received their favorite gifts.
Zhao Yingjun became curious…
Yan Qiaoqiao, obviously in a state of amnesia, also clearly didn’t remember any memories related to her parents, but…
why did she still think of her mother every day?
How is it possible to miss a mother that doesn’t exist, that she doesn’t remember?
“Qiaoqiao.”
She turned her head and asked,
“Didn’t you say that you don’t remember who your mother is?
Nor do you remember any memories with her.”