It's actually not blindness, blindness is definitely what Lu said later on.

  On the ground that was almost scorched by the sun, white heat seemed to be rising upwards. Song Yuqiao looked at Lu Luan in front of him. His gaze moved from Lu Luan's face, which was slightly sweaty, to the child's face in her arms.

  Such a child, Song Yuqiao had seen before. When he was young and still in the Song family, Song Yuqiao's neighbor was a person with a special appearance, with very small eyes, a collapsed nose bridge, and a slightly wider distance between his eyes. He was already over 30 years old but couldn't speak clearly.

  Since seeing that person, Song Yuqiao has also seen people with similar faces on the road. They are really the same person. Every face doesn't have much difference, and their facial features are the same.

  "You've thought of it, haven't you? 21 Trisomy Syndrome," Lu Lian slightly lifted the child in her arms and tightened her arm, and the child suddenly started crying. "Congenital idiocy, to put it in a way ordinary people can understand. It's cerebral palsy, intellectual disability."

  The child's cry brought Song Yuqiao back to her senses completely. She suddenly felt that the words in Lu Luan's mouth were too piercing.

  Lu Lu looked at the child in her hand and continued to speak flatly: "Now one year old and three months, can't speak, can't walk, is an idiot, this life will only be an idiot, now he doesn't understand anything, until ten or twenty years old, still won't understand."

  Song Yuqiao listened to Lu Luan's words and suddenly felt a little heartache.

  The peasant woman standing beside them said: "Don't stand here any longer, go inside and sit down. I'll pour you a cup of water to drink."

  The house in the countryside has one good thing, it's a bit cooler in winter and summer. From the hot outside environment, as soon as you enter, you feel the cool air rushing towards you. A tall and thin man with well-developed muscles walked out of the house, shirtless, and after glancing at Lu Lü, he turned around and went back inside without saying a word.

  The peasant woman just now has put two disposable plastic cups on the table.

  Lu Lu said this was her stepmother, and the one who just went into the house with his shirt off was her stepmother's brother.

  The child in Lu's arms had stopped crying, but there were still tears on his eyelashes, looking a bit pitiful.

  Song Yuqiao finally knew why Lu Lulu was hesitant to mention her own child before. She would avoid talking about it, and even Hua Shuang felt that Lu Lulu seemed different in some way, as if she really was different.

  She suddenly turned around and looked at Song Yuqiao, "Do you know, Yuqiao, actually, he was in my belly for seven months, I already knew that the child in my belly had cerebral palsy. Even if he was born, he would be like this for his whole life. In the following three months, none of them could feel the pain I suffered. When the child was really born, I almost strangled him to death with my own hands, he shouldn't have come into this world to suffer."

  Lu Lu held the child, possibly because of an awkward posture, and the child started crying again. The sound of the cry was even more piercing than before, making it somewhat ear-piercing for Song Yuqiao to hear.

  "I came back once three months ago and had already sent the kids over, but I came back secretly, so I didn't notify you or Hua Zhen at that time."

  Song Yuqiao didn't know what to say at all now, whether he should comfort Lu Luan or persuade her.

  She is not good at comforting others, always feeling that if she can't empathize, then don't stand from the other person's perspective and let them hear something that doesn't make sense, like scratching an itchy foot with a boot on.

  The child has been crying, and it seems like someone in the inner room suddenly slammed something shut with a loud "bang".

  Lu Lu stood up and handed the child in her hands to Song Yuqiao: "Yuqiao, you hold him first, I'll go take a look."

  When this one-year-old child was held in his arms, Song Yuqiao's heart suddenly rose. The baby in the swaddle, Song Yuqiao really hadn't held it before, and he picked it up with a trembling posture, afraid that the child in his arms would not be comfortable.

  Lu Lu smiled and lifted the curtain to enter the inner room. Before she did, she turned around and said to Song Yuqiao, "You can hold him as you like, he doesn't even know what it means to be uncomfortable."

  After about half an hour, when they came out of the yard, Song Yuqiao was still holding the child in his arms. The child had stopped crying and although he looked a bit strange, it couldn't be denied that this child was indeed very obedient and didn't cry or make a fuss.

  Standing outside the courtyard, Song Yuqiao saw Lu Luan as if putting money into her adoptive mother's hand. Behind him, his brother had already put on a T-shirt, not far away, and could still hear each other's voices. However, Song Yuqiao clearly felt that Lu Luan's brother's gaze towards her was filled with inexplicable coldness. She hugged the child and turned around, walking towards the private car at the village entrance first.

  On the way back, Song Yuqiao sat in the back seat with the child, while Lu Ru drove in front. Along the way, for some reason, perhaps because of the child in her arms, Song Yuqiao felt that the atmosphere was even more stifling than when they came, and she was so suppressed that she could hardly breathe.

  Lu Lu didn't say a word, focusing on driving. The child in Song Yuqiao's arms also didn't cry. After getting in the car, Song Yuqiao adjusted his position and fell asleep peacefully.

  "Doesn't it have a name yet?"

  Song Yuqiao casually asked a question, and she remembered that Huazhen had asked Lu Luan once before, saying that the name had not been decided yet. Now it seems that not only has the name not been decided, but probably even the household registration has not been done yet.

  "No, even if you call him, he won't understand."

  Song Yu frowned: "Lu Lu, since you chose to give birth to him, now you have to raise her well and let her grow up. First of all, treat him as a person and give him a name."

  Lu Lu didn't get angry, remained silent for three seconds and said: "You can call him whatever you want, it's just a code name, I don't have the luxury to sit down quietly and give him a name right now."

  Song Yuqiao smiled and touched the delicate face of the baby in her arms, "Let's call him Afei, hoping he can fly high and far when he grows up."

  Lu Lu looked at Song Yuqiao's serious expression in the rearview mirror, sneered and didn't speak again.

  Really? Is it possible?

  When Song Yuqiao held Afei, because the child's body was soft, his small clothes on his body were pulled up a bit. Song Yuqiao put him on the chair and pulled down his clothes for him. Seeing several purple marks on Afei's back, she frowned: "What's going on here?"

  Lulu, who was driving in front, said: "It's just a birthmark, don't mind it."

  Song Yuqiao didn't say anything and helped A Fei tidy up his clothes.

  ………………

  Accompanying Lu Luan to Shengting, Song Yuqiao originally thought that the car driven by Lu Luan was borrowed from Hua Zhuan, but it wasn't until she threw the car key to herself that she realized, Lu Luan not only bought a house, but also bought a car.

  Lu Lu took the child from Song Yuqiao's arms and said, "Aren't you going to pick up your brother at the airport? Take my car."

  Song Yuqiao helped Lu Lulu put the car key into her bag's side pocket, "My sister has a car, I'll ride with her later."

  Just as Lu Luan took over, the child in her arms started crying again. It was fine just a moment ago, but why did it suddenly cry so heart-wrenchingly when Lu Luan took over?

  Song Yuqiao said: "I haven't taken care of a child either, otherwise you can hire an ayi and learn from her experience in taking care of children."

  Lu Lu didn't say a word and turned around directly. Song Yuqiao heard the child's crying and felt a little worried.

  She suddenly thought that when Pei Huan Yu was so young, he might have been like this too, always crying, but unfortunately, she missed his growth.

  ………………

  Half past six in the evening.

  Song Yu-Hang got off the plane, originally his mom said that both sisters would come to pick him up, but after searching around outside the airport, he couldn't find either of his sisters.

  Helpless, Song Yuheng dialed Song Shuying's phone number.

  "Sister, where are you guys?"

  Song Shuying directly reported the address of Jinshui Apartment and said: "You're all grown up, can you still get lost? Take a taxi yourself, just in time to come over for dinner."

  Song Yu-Hang: "......"

  Song Shuying hung up the phone, and Song Yuqiao poked her head out of the kitchen, "Sis, is it really okay not to pick up Yuheng's call?"

  "Never mind him, you cook your meal. Song Yu-Hang is at most a spy sent by mom, he's not important at all. When the time comes and mom returns, we should go to welcome her together."

  Song Yuqiao is cooking in the kitchen tonight, putting all the dishes that should have been made at noon on the menu for tonight. The small kitchen is a bit cramped, and Song Shuying offers to help. Song Yuqiao hastily invites her sister out, "Sis, with your belly, you can already reach the front stove, I'm worried you'll set the kitchen on fire again."

  Song Shuying rarely joked and said: "You don't let me stay here, is it because you don't want me to secretly learn your cooking skills? You're so stingy."

  "Sister, you stand over there, don't let the smoke from the oil fumes get to you. What I'm making down here is Kung Pao chicken."

  It's been three years since Song Yuqiao got married, and she rarely meets with her sister Song Shuying. It feels like there is no pressure to be together, eating and talking, and suddenly realizes that it is a very happy thing.

  The happier thing is after Song Yu Hang came.

  Song Yuqiao was in the kitchen when he heard Song Shuying's "ah" cry outside. He quickly turned down the flame on the gas stove and rushed out of the kitchen. The moment he saw the person standing at the door, his eyes widened: "Song Yuheng?!"

  It's been five years since Song Yuqiao returned from Vancouver, and in that time, there was one Chinese New Year, I think it was three years ago, when Song Yuheng came back to take care of some business, and after that, they haven't seen each other. Now, when they meet again, it's as if the elder sister doesn't dare recognize her!

  If it were said that, at first in Vancouver, Jessica could take one look at Song Yu-Han and mistake him for a girl and pounce on him to kiss him, now she absolutely wouldn't make the same mistake. Where would you find a girl who is over 1.8 meters tall? Song Yu-Han's height was simply explosive, and his originally slightly delicate facial features had fully developed, making him look handsome and dashing.

  "Great!" Song Yuqiao stepped forward and directly pulled Song Yuheng, who was also stunned at the door, into the room. "Come in quickly."

  In fact, Song Yu-Heng's eyes were equally surprised as his two sisters. What shocked him was that Song Shu-Ying's belly had grown so big?! When his mother asked him to come over earlier, she only said that his older sister was pregnant, but he didn't expect it wasn't just a pregnancy, but almost giving birth!

  Song Yuqiao went into the kitchen to continue cooking, while Song Yuheng and Song Shuying were talking outside.

  When the dishes were served, Song Yu-Han started drooling and directly grabbed the food with his hands without even using chopsticks: "Finally got to eat authentic Chinese cuisine, I was almost suffocating from hunger overseas."

  Song Yu-Hang is 19 years old this year, applied for a school in Canada last year and has already enrolled this year.

  Song Shuying and Song Yuqiao took turns asking Song Yuheng, such as whether he had a crush on any girl or if there were girls chasing him.

  Song Yu-Hang occasionally chimed in with a couple of sentences, but throughout the whole time he was wolfing down food.

  Such an atmosphere made Song Yuqiao feel a different kind of good mood, with her loved ones all around, and the one she loves... also there.

  Tonight, the three siblings chatted until almost dawn. Song Yuqiao gave her room to Song Yuhan and went to squeeze in with her sister Song Shuying to sleep.

  That evening, Pei Si gave Song Yuqiao a rare day off.

  When Song Yuqiao walked out of the bathroom, Song Shuying directly threw her mobile phone to Song Yuqiao, "Just now someone named Beer sent you a few messages on WeChat, I replied for you."

  Song Yuqiao: "......" Xi Fan Sheng Ba.

  Don't mention Song Shuying couldn't tell who "Beer" was, Song Yuqiao took the phone and saw that all the messages on it were from Pei Si Cheng, saying things like "Are you there?", "Have you eaten yet?", "My dear, are you taking a bath?". Then, Song Shuying's responses were all just emoticons, all of them being the "tongue-out" face.

  Song Yuqiao took her mobile phone onto the balcony and returned a call to Pei Shichen.

  The summer night's breeze was slightly cool, rustling the bangs in front of Song Yuqiao's forehead.

  Pei Si finally picked up the phone after a long time, and a low, magnetic "hello" seemed to have already struck a chord in his heart.

  "On WeChat, it was just my sister who replied to you, I just saw it."

  "Ah, have you seen your younger brother?"

  "Yes, Yu Hang has grown taller and more handsome, I just shared it in my friend circle, go take a look."

  Pei Si Cheng listened to Song Yu Qiao talking about the things between him and his sister and brother during dinner, listening very quietly, and could feel the smile on Song Yu Qiao's face and the joy in her heart.

  The phone call had lasted for over twenty minutes when Song Yuqiao said, "My mobile is running out of battery."

  "Are you coming back to sleep tomorrow?"

  Song Yuqiao hesitated for a moment and said: "Maybe I'll go back, Yu Heng is sleeping in my room, I can't always squeeze into one room with my sister."

  "Come home and sleep in my arms."

  Song Yuqiao's heart suddenly started racing, seemingly because of Pei Si Cheng's coquettish tone. She imagined Pei Si Cheng's expression when saying such words and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I bought a Winnie the Pooh for Pei Huai Yu a few days ago, go hug it to sleep."

  "First tell me, will you be back tomorrow?"

  Song Yuqiao's gaze fell on the twinkling lights in the night sky. In the past, when she strolled along the streets, looking up at the lights of thousands of families, her heart would inexplicably feel a pang of sadness. Since leaving the Song family, she no longer had a home.

  Now, hearing this word from Pei's mouth struck a soft spot in her heart.

  Pei Sicheng thoroughly understood Song Yuqiao, so he naturally knew when to use what words to pierce her heart the most, and then let him take root in this girl's heart even more deeply.

  China Garden

  Pei Si hung up the phone and went to Pei Huai Yu's bedroom to find Weini Xiong.

  Bae Ho-young is like an octopus, holding Winnie the Pooh in his arms, with his small head next to Winnie's big head, and grinding his teeth.

  Paisi strode over and directly took Vinnie the Bear out of his son's arms, then walked away with it.

  Behind him, Pei Hangyu smacked his lips and muttered two syllables: "Mom."

  Pais stopped in his tracks.

  It's time for the little one to recognize mom.

  ………………

  Because Han Ge was not in City C for the past two days, on the second day afternoon, Song Yu Huan accompanied Song Shu Ying to the hospital for a prenatal check-up. Meanwhile, Song Yu Jiao wore a relatively formal professional suit to go for an interview at an advertising company recommended by Zheng Qing.

  Although Zheng Qing said that the company was just an ordinary one and there was no need to be under too much pressure, when Song Yuqiao saw many people standing in the hall, he still felt a little inexplicable tension, as if he were really a newcomer entering the workplace for the first time.

  Indeed, there were quite a few people. Song Yuqiao went to register and confirm his information first, then resubmitted a paper resume. When submitting the resume, Song Yuqiao saw that on the table, there were undergraduate and graduate students from various famous universities, while he himself had only written XX High School as his highest education level, and suddenly wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill into.

  Otherwise, it's better to turn around and leave.

  Especially the assistant in charge of registration, when noticing Song Yuqiao's resume with an impressive academic record, looked at Song Yuqiao with a gaze full of disdain.

  However, since I've come all the way here, I might as well go in for an interview. After all, this is just a form of experience. On A's side, she has already contacted the deputy dean of the college, and as long as I go through some formalities at the beginning of the semester, I can continue my studies.

  The draw decided the order of the interview, Song Yuqiao got the 13th number, not too early or too late, a very intermediate number plate, which is quite suitable for the interview.

  Song Yuqiao sat down on a chair in the public rest area, while others who came for the interview were still holding books and browsing through them. Song Yuqiao was carrying only a small bag she usually took to work, with nothing else in her hands, looking very cool in other people's eyes. A woman wearing glasses next to her asked, "Do you have some kind of backdoor?"

  This woman is quite bold, directly asking such a question.

  Song Yuqiao smiled: "No."

  The woman adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, turned around, and didn't say anything.

  Outside the corridor of the rest room.

  Bai Haoyu wore a pair of non-slip shoes today, and then slid on the corridor, with Li Bei protecting him by his side, afraid that if he wasn't careful, Young Master would fall to the ground again, and he would be thrown into the Middle East once more.

  This is also his misfortune. The boss is inside doing business, he has to help the boss take care of the children outside, what about the boss's wife? Shouldn't taking care of the kids be left to the boss's wife?

  Wait, it seems... he saw the boss's wife.

  Bae Ho-young slammed on the brakes as he passed by the rest area, wondering why there were so many people inside. He peeked in with his head down and saw Jojo!

  "Jiao Jiao!"

  Behind him, Li Bei couldn't catch Pei Huaiyu in time, and the child had already rushed in quickly. Suddenly, all the people preparing for the interview in the rest room looked at this little guy.

  Song Yuqiao was also surprised, she didn't expect to see Pei Hangyu here.

  Pei Hangyu had already rushed into her arms, Song Yuqiao looked at Pei Hangyu's red face as he ran and helped him loosen the collar of his small shirt, asking: "Why didn't you go to school today?"

  Bae Ho-young said with his hands behind his back, "Today, the first-grade classroom is occupied, so we have a one-day holiday."

  Just then, the assistant at the entrance called out number thirteen. Song Yuqiao needed to get ready and go in for the interview.

  Someone next to him asked, "What is...?"

  Song Yuqiao carried Pei Hangyu onto the chair: "My son."

  Everyone's jaw dropped. So young, yet she has such a big child? It seems that nowadays' little girls are not to be underestimated.

  Bai Hangyu narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, lift your chins up, humph, isn't it strange that Qiaoqiao is my mom? Although Qiaoqiao isn't my biological mother, but not being a biological mother doesn't mean she's not better than one.

  Someone next to him already thought it was strange, such a big company, why would there be children running around inside, unless the child is the child of some high-level manager in the company, otherwise how could they bring them to the company during working hours.

  Someone asked: "Little friend, does your father work in this company?"

  Bae Ho-young hummed, "No way, my dad is here for business."

  The little guy's legs were swinging on the chair, and he added another sentence: "My dad is called Pei Si Cheng."

  And so, everyone's jaw, which had just been picked up from the ground, fell to the ground again.

  There's no need to go through the back door, just report directly under Pei Si Cheng's name.

  Ten minutes later, Song Yuqiao walked out of the interview room. She felt that her performance in this interview was not particularly outstanding. The examination had two advertising designs, which were easy to come by, and she had studied with Zheng Qing for a period of time before, which was really useful. However, after all, her academic qualifications were still there, and although Zheng Qing recommended and introduced her, it was only as a backup.

  Song Yuqiao also worked in the workplace for three years, and before that, Shallow Language Company had also interviewed new people in the personnel department. So when the interviewer stood up and shook hands with her, saying that if there was any news, they would notify her within three days, looking forward to cooperating with her, etc., Song Yuqiao knew it was over.

  But without hope, there won't be disappointment either. Indeed, it's true that once I walked out of the interview room, I felt so light. Song Yuqiao picked up Pei Hangyu from the chair, "Let's go, Auntie is taking you to a big meal."

  Standing outside, Li Bei watched Pei Hangyu and made a phone call to report to the boss.

  "Boss, the boss's wife is in the rest room downstairs, just finished an interview, but it seems she wasn't hired."