After leaving the ward and falling into that warm embrace, Ye Qingning couldn't bear it anymore.
Ji Huaiyu frowned and patted her back gently, but the girl cried quietly, and her trembling and thin shoulders made people feel heartache.
"She said... She said her child's name is Ning Ning. I hope she will be safe and sound. Her name is Ning Ning... I am Ning Ning." Ye Qingning found that the order of the words was a bit reversed and even unspeakable, but Ji Huaiyu still said Understood what she meant.
Ever since he found out that he was picked up by a nurse in the toilet, Ye Qingning thought that he was a child born without blessing. Before seeing Chen Xi and hearing Chen Wenxiong's explanation, she had always believed this.
The last time she saw Chen Xi, her heart was not touched too much because they only met briefly. But after hearing these words today, she realized how stupid she was.
"I...I am not a child who is not blessed." Ye Qingning sobbed softly, her head buried in Ji Huaiyu's arms and refused to lift up.
Ji Huaiyu patted her shoulder and forced Ye Qingning to look at him.
"Aning, look at me!" Ji Huaiyu's voice was very serious.
Ye Qingning's eyes were red and there were tears on his face, looking pitiful to me.
"Aning, of course you are not an unblessed child, never have been! The most fortunate thing for me is that I can meet you and grow up with you, you know!"
Ji Huaiyu rarely spoke to her in such a serious tone, and Ye Qingning was stunned for a moment.
The two looked at each other, and suddenly, Ye Qingning burped slightly.
The original serious and warm atmosphere was broken. Ye Qingning's eyes were not only red now, but his neck was red to the tips of his ears. Ji Huaiyu smiled, put his big palm on her head and rubbed it carelessly, full of affection.
Ye Qingning lowered his head and punched Ji Huaiyu's chest with his fist. Not very strong, more like coquettishness.
Ji Huaiyu smiled even more.
By the time Ye Qingning got home, it was already evening. She knocked on Ye An's door, holding a gift bag in her hand.
"Wait." For some reason, Ye Qingning felt that there was a hint of panic in Ye An's voice.
She rolled her eyes, a little confused.
"Ye An, I have something for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye An opened the door. She planned to go in, but Ye An blocked the door.
"Is something wrong?" Ye An touched his nose.
Ye Qingning glanced at her suspiciously, "What are you doing?"
"No, what can you give me?"
Ye An reached out to take it, but Ye Qingning took the first step and put it behind him. "Why do I smell ointment?"
Ye Lin was often injured, and she helped apply it. Although it happened when she was a child, she still remembers the smell.
"You smelled it wrong." Ye An touched his nose.
"That's it...this is for you." Ye Qingning nodded, looking convinced. She handed the bag to Ye An, who raised his hand to take it. Taking advantage of the emptiness, Ye Qingning bent down and slipped under her hand.
"You!" Ye An didn't expect Ye Qingning to have such ability.
Ye Qingning ignored her and sniffed lightly with his small nose, seeming to be looking for the source of the smell. Ye An simply gave up resisting and leaned against the door frame, watching the scene with some amusement.
Unexpectedly, he was actually found.
Ye Qingning took the ointment out of the cabinet because the owner was too anxious and didn't have time to cover it.
"Where were you injured? When were you injured? Why didn't you tell me? Does it hurt? Is it serious?" Ye Qingning grabbed Ye An's hand and looked left and right, anxious.
"It's okay, it's just a bruise." Ye An raised his jaw with an indifferent expression.
"Where, let me see?"
Ye An couldn't resist Ye Qingning. After closing the door, he rolled up his clothes slightly and saw a big bruise on her waist.
Ye Qingning took a breath of air, "When did you get it? Lie on the bed and I'll apply ointment to you."
"I can do it myself."
"How do you apply it on your waist!" Ye Qingning was rarely so strong.
Ye An sighed and lay down on the bed.
"You have to rub the bruise away, it will hurt a little, please bear with it."
"Yeah." Ye An's tone was calm.
Ye Qingning applied the ointment on her bruised area. The refreshing and cooling effect instantly aroused goosebumps all over Ye An's body. But soon, sweat broke out on her forehead. She gritted her teeth but didn't make a sound.
After Ye Qingning noticed it, he slowed down slightly.
"Don't worry, the game will inevitably have some bumps and bruises." The room was too quiet, Ye An said in relief.
"Yeah." Ye Qingning nodded, but later realized that Ye An couldn't see it, so he responded again, feeling a little depressed.
"What did you get?" Ye An changed the subject.
"A gift for you. Congratulations on winning your first competition." Ye Qingning stood up and twisted the jar back. Ye An also sat up, put down his clothes and took the gift bag on the table.
"Can it be dismantled?"
Ye Qingning nodded.
After getting approval, Ye An took it apart. It is a sculpture of Ye An with a gold medal and a trophy.
"When was it done?"
"School is over."
"Is there Tang Tang too?"
Ye Qingning shook his head, "Tangtang's is the self-portrait she wanted."
When Ye An was satisfied, she opened the cabinet and took out a box and put it in Ye Qingning's hand.
"This is?"
"open to take a look."
It's a medal.
"Give it to me?" Ye Qingning was a little surprised.
"Um."
"This is your first medal!"
"It's not the last one." Ye An said this with unabashed arrogance.
Having said that, it would be disrespectful for Ye Qingning to shirk it any further. She looked at Ye An, her eyes full of sincerity.
"Thank you, I will keep it well."
Ye An said nothing, looking into her eyes and frowning. Ye Qingning felt inexplicably guilty when she saw her, "What...what's wrong?"
"Are you crying?" Ye An took a step closer to Ye Qingning. "What happened?"
"No... nothing happened."
"I won't tell you anything when I get here, but nothing happens when you get here?" Ye An didn't intend to change the story just like that.
"I...I went to see my mother."
Ye An frowned, "Then what? Did she scold you?"
Ye An didn't know about Chen Xi.
"No, no." Ye Qingning waved her hands hurriedly.
"What's going on?" Ye An pressed forward step by step.
Ye Qingning sighed and told everything. By the time I finished speaking, it was already late at night. Ye An frowned and didn't say a word for a long time.
"I'm fine. At least it means that my being abandoned was not my mother's original intention." Ye Qingning said pretending to be optimistic.
"You look so ugly when you smile." Ye An tugged at Ye Qingning's face irritably. But Ye Qingning's face was white and tender, and when she pinched it, it turned conspicuously red, which made Ye An even more unhappy.
"Wash and sleep, you're so ugly." Ye An pushed Ye Qingning.
"I'm not ugly." Ye Qingning didn't know why Ye An suddenly looked irritable.
"Next time!" Ye An suddenly said when he was at the door.
"What?" Ye Qingning was confused.
"Next time, I'll give you the medal if you win." Ye An muttered, scratching his face uncomfortably. She doesn't know how to comfort people. It should be said that she has never comforted anyone. For her, this sentence is the best answer she came up with after thinking about it.
Clumsy, yet so sincere.
Ye Qingning looked at Ye An with a smile, "Okay!" The voice was clear and pleasant.
"But don't get hurt again."
Ye An looked at her with deep eyes.
"Okay!" She replied with a calm tone, as if making a solemn declaration.
