Chapter 122
The Great Wisdom
Chapter 122 The Great Wisdom
Nuannuan's words were like a knife piercing Ye Weilan's heart. She felt a pain in her heart, a trance, and a sense of weakness in her limbs.
The baby in the hand slides down the arm naturally.
"child……"
How could Aunt Sun have expected such a thing to happen, her face paled in fright, and she was stunned, let alone reaching out to pick up the child.
Fortunately, Song Ci reacted quickly and was agile, so he directly reached out to catch the child.
At this time, Ye Weilan also came back to her senses, but instead of picking up the baby in Song Ci's hands, she hugged Nuannuan and cried loudly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little butterfly, mother's little baby, it's all mother's fault, mother shouldn't let you stay alone, woo woo woo..."
Nuannuan was suddenly hugged by a strange aunt, and she was shocked, her mouth shrunk, and she burst into tears, but just after crying twice, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
The crying stopped abruptly in her throat, and although the tears were still rolling in her eyes, she struggled hard, wanting to see Ye Weilan's face.
She seems to have heard what her aunt said about Little Butterfly.
Is it Miss Butterfly?Is auntie the mother of Little Butterfly?
She is an experienced baby now, just by looking at Auntie's face, you can tell if she is the mother of Sister Butterfly, and she has transformed into a big smart in an instant.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Aunt Sun hurried forward, first took the baby from Song Ci's hand, and then went to pull Ye Weilan, trying to pull her away.
And the little guy in her arms didn't notice it, thinking everyone was playing with him, grinning happily.
But Ye Weilan hugged her too tightly, and she held the child with one arm, and she couldn't pull it away for a while, sweating profusely from anxiety.
I kept apologizing to Song Ci, for fear that Song Ci would get angry and start fighting. The two of them, and bringing this child, might not get any benefit, and they were the ones who ignored it first.
"Madam, this is not a little butterfly, let go quickly..."
"That's right, Auntie, I'm not Sister Xiaodie, I'm Nuan Nuan." Nuan Nuan said in Ye Weilan's ear.
Her words were like pressing the pause button for Ye Weilan, her crying stopped immediately, then she let go of Nuan Nuan, staring at Nuan Nuan with wide eyes.
Song Ci also noticed that something was wrong with Ye Weilan's spirit at this time, so he also secretly noticed that as long as she hurt Nuan Nuan, he would immediately stop her.
Fortunately, Ye Weilan didn't intend to do anything, but asked Nuan Nuan, "What did you just say?"
Nuan Nuan was a little puzzled, but still said: "Auntie, I am not Sister Xiaodie, I am Nuan Nuan."
Then she tilted her head, looked at Ye Weilan and asked, "Is you the mother of Sister Butterfly?"
Little Butterfly looks more like Tang Zhoucong, but her eyebrows are still very similar to Ye Weilan. Nuan Nuan stared at it at this time, and there was a contrast, and she felt vaguely familiar.
"Do you know our little butterfly?" Ye Weilan asked with some doubts.
Aunt Sun was also watching curiously, but she faintly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.
Nuan Nuan nodded, and then looked at Song Ci next to her.
"This is not a place to talk, let's find a quiet place to talk." Song Ci said.
Because of Ye Weilan's reaction just now, many people looked at this side. There are too many tourists in Disney.
"okay."
Ye Weilan agreed without even thinking about it, but she was very vigilant, worried about encountering bad guys.
"You don't have to go too far."
But when I got out of my mouth, I thought it was a little funny. There is no real remote place in Disney, because there are people everywhere.
If something really happened, you only need to call out, and I am afraid that a large group of people will flock to it.
Ye Weilan was very familiar with Disney, and led the crowd to a resting place surrounded by trees. The whole place was in the shape of a circle, with only one exit.
Ye Weilan blocked the stroller towards the door, almost no one could come in.
"Can you tell Auntie that you are Xiaodie's friend? How did you know each other? How old are you?"
As soon as he entered, Ye Weilan couldn't wait to ask.
There were so many questions that Nuan Nuan couldn't respond, so she just nodded blankly.
Ye Weilan still wanted to ask, but at this moment, Song Ci next to him asked, "It's been more than three years, haven't you forgotten?"
"Forget? How could you forget?" Ye Weilan said with a sad expression.
"But haven't you already given birth to another child? I think you will forget it soon." Song Ci said again.
"Impossible, you don't understand, Yueming will never be able to replace Little Butterfly, it's all my fault, it's all my fault... woo woo woo..." Ye Weilan wept again in a low voice.
Before the second baby was born, she thought that the second baby could replace her daughter, but after the second baby was born, she realized that she was wrong, not everyone can replace her.
Whenever she thinks of her dead daughter, her heart feels like a knife cuts her.
"Sir, Madam has been in a bad mood since her daughter passed away. If you have nothing important to do, you can take the child for a stroll first. Madam will be fine with me here to take care of her."
Aunt Sun, who was holding Tang Yueming, was still a little wary of Song Ci, and was even more worried about Ye Weilan's relapse. He was already considering whether to call Mr. Tang.
Song Ci didn't speak, but took off the backpack that was out of his hand. There were not many things in the bag, but usually, except for the mobile phone charger and power bank that belonged to him, the others belonged to Nuannuan, napkins, wet tissues, sweat towels , spare clothes and a small water bottle are all essentials when going out.
But there is one more thing today, Tang Die's paintings, since I already knew yesterday that I will come to see Tang Die's parents today, I naturally want to bring her paintings.
Tang Die's paintings are the best among the three little ones. Maybe it has something to do with her talent, or maybe it's because of the influence of her parents. After all, they started to learn to draw when they were young before they learned to design.
Her painting is almost a complete story. Although most people can't understand her painting, those who know her experience can almost see what the painting wants to express at a glance.
Through this painting, she almost fully expressed her experience. When Song Ci saw her finish painting, she was also very surprised.
Song Ci took out the painting and handed it to Ye Weilan.
Ye Weilan, who was wiping tears and sobbing in a low voice, didn't reach out to pick it up. At this moment, she was immersed in grief and couldn't help herself, and she looked a little dull.
Song Ci had no choice but to unfold the painting and hand it to her eyes.
"Bah…"
A drop of tear fell on the drawing, because I am a student of painting and designing, even in grief, the subconscious thought of staining the drawing still pops up immediately, which has become a conditioned reflex. It was an instinct, so her eyes subconsciously fell on the drawing.
Then she felt her head buzzing, the world was spinning, and the world seemed to be turned upside down.
(End of this chapter)
Nuannuan's words were like a knife piercing Ye Weilan's heart. She felt a pain in her heart, a trance, and a sense of weakness in her limbs.
The baby in the hand slides down the arm naturally.
"child……"
How could Aunt Sun have expected such a thing to happen, her face paled in fright, and she was stunned, let alone reaching out to pick up the child.
Fortunately, Song Ci reacted quickly and was agile, so he directly reached out to catch the child.
At this time, Ye Weilan also came back to her senses, but instead of picking up the baby in Song Ci's hands, she hugged Nuannuan and cried loudly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, little butterfly, mother's little baby, it's all mother's fault, mother shouldn't let you stay alone, woo woo woo..."
Nuannuan was suddenly hugged by a strange aunt, and she was shocked, her mouth shrunk, and she burst into tears, but just after crying twice, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
The crying stopped abruptly in her throat, and although the tears were still rolling in her eyes, she struggled hard, wanting to see Ye Weilan's face.
She seems to have heard what her aunt said about Little Butterfly.
Is it Miss Butterfly?Is auntie the mother of Little Butterfly?
She is an experienced baby now, just by looking at Auntie's face, you can tell if she is the mother of Sister Butterfly, and she has transformed into a big smart in an instant.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Aunt Sun hurried forward, first took the baby from Song Ci's hand, and then went to pull Ye Weilan, trying to pull her away.
And the little guy in her arms didn't notice it, thinking everyone was playing with him, grinning happily.
But Ye Weilan hugged her too tightly, and she held the child with one arm, and she couldn't pull it away for a while, sweating profusely from anxiety.
I kept apologizing to Song Ci, for fear that Song Ci would get angry and start fighting. The two of them, and bringing this child, might not get any benefit, and they were the ones who ignored it first.
"Madam, this is not a little butterfly, let go quickly..."
"That's right, Auntie, I'm not Sister Xiaodie, I'm Nuan Nuan." Nuan Nuan said in Ye Weilan's ear.
Her words were like pressing the pause button for Ye Weilan, her crying stopped immediately, then she let go of Nuan Nuan, staring at Nuan Nuan with wide eyes.
Song Ci also noticed that something was wrong with Ye Weilan's spirit at this time, so he also secretly noticed that as long as she hurt Nuan Nuan, he would immediately stop her.
Fortunately, Ye Weilan didn't intend to do anything, but asked Nuan Nuan, "What did you just say?"
Nuan Nuan was a little puzzled, but still said: "Auntie, I am not Sister Xiaodie, I am Nuan Nuan."
Then she tilted her head, looked at Ye Weilan and asked, "Is you the mother of Sister Butterfly?"
Little Butterfly looks more like Tang Zhoucong, but her eyebrows are still very similar to Ye Weilan. Nuan Nuan stared at it at this time, and there was a contrast, and she felt vaguely familiar.
"Do you know our little butterfly?" Ye Weilan asked with some doubts.
Aunt Sun was also watching curiously, but she faintly felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.
Nuan Nuan nodded, and then looked at Song Ci next to her.
"This is not a place to talk, let's find a quiet place to talk." Song Ci said.
Because of Ye Weilan's reaction just now, many people looked at this side. There are too many tourists in Disney.
"okay."
Ye Weilan agreed without even thinking about it, but she was very vigilant, worried about encountering bad guys.
"You don't have to go too far."
But when I got out of my mouth, I thought it was a little funny. There is no real remote place in Disney, because there are people everywhere.
If something really happened, you only need to call out, and I am afraid that a large group of people will flock to it.
Ye Weilan was very familiar with Disney, and led the crowd to a resting place surrounded by trees. The whole place was in the shape of a circle, with only one exit.
Ye Weilan blocked the stroller towards the door, almost no one could come in.
"Can you tell Auntie that you are Xiaodie's friend? How did you know each other? How old are you?"
As soon as he entered, Ye Weilan couldn't wait to ask.
There were so many questions that Nuan Nuan couldn't respond, so she just nodded blankly.
Ye Weilan still wanted to ask, but at this moment, Song Ci next to him asked, "It's been more than three years, haven't you forgotten?"
"Forget? How could you forget?" Ye Weilan said with a sad expression.
"But haven't you already given birth to another child? I think you will forget it soon." Song Ci said again.
"Impossible, you don't understand, Yueming will never be able to replace Little Butterfly, it's all my fault, it's all my fault... woo woo woo..." Ye Weilan wept again in a low voice.
Before the second baby was born, she thought that the second baby could replace her daughter, but after the second baby was born, she realized that she was wrong, not everyone can replace her.
Whenever she thinks of her dead daughter, her heart feels like a knife cuts her.
"Sir, Madam has been in a bad mood since her daughter passed away. If you have nothing important to do, you can take the child for a stroll first. Madam will be fine with me here to take care of her."
Aunt Sun, who was holding Tang Yueming, was still a little wary of Song Ci, and was even more worried about Ye Weilan's relapse. He was already considering whether to call Mr. Tang.
Song Ci didn't speak, but took off the backpack that was out of his hand. There were not many things in the bag, but usually, except for the mobile phone charger and power bank that belonged to him, the others belonged to Nuannuan, napkins, wet tissues, sweat towels , spare clothes and a small water bottle are all essentials when going out.
But there is one more thing today, Tang Die's paintings, since I already knew yesterday that I will come to see Tang Die's parents today, I naturally want to bring her paintings.
Tang Die's paintings are the best among the three little ones. Maybe it has something to do with her talent, or maybe it's because of the influence of her parents. After all, they started to learn to draw when they were young before they learned to design.
Her painting is almost a complete story. Although most people can't understand her painting, those who know her experience can almost see what the painting wants to express at a glance.
Through this painting, she almost fully expressed her experience. When Song Ci saw her finish painting, she was also very surprised.
Song Ci took out the painting and handed it to Ye Weilan.
Ye Weilan, who was wiping tears and sobbing in a low voice, didn't reach out to pick it up. At this moment, she was immersed in grief and couldn't help herself, and she looked a little dull.
Song Ci had no choice but to unfold the painting and hand it to her eyes.
"Bah…"
A drop of tear fell on the drawing, because I am a student of painting and designing, even in grief, the subconscious thought of staining the drawing still pops up immediately, which has become a conditioned reflex. It was an instinct, so her eyes subconsciously fell on the drawing.
Then she felt her head buzzing, the world was spinning, and the world seemed to be turned upside down.
(End of this chapter)