Dear Mr. Shi

"Your child is so cute. If I have such a child, I think I have the best gift in the world." She looked at the woman with a smile, trying to calm her and let her find her inner motherly love.

When the woman heard the words, she froze for a while, then reached out and took her child over.

She sighed: "I mean to say something angry. If it weren't for the child, I would have left."

Song Qinghuan smiled slightly, and was about to turn around and go back.

"Wait!" But the woman's voice rang, and she succeeded in stopping her.

Song Qinghuan looked back at her: "What's the matter?"

"Are you new here?" the woman asked.

"No, I... should be regarded as seeing a friend," Song Qinghuan thought about it, and considered it a suitable answer.

In fact, she herself didn't know what Shi Yu was doing with her here.

The woman frowned: "Look at my friend, I moved here last year, but no one lives here..."

After a pause, she continued: "But I heard from the people in the village that there is a young man living here. He used to live here with his mother. In order to make money for him to see a doctor, his mother often went to different men..."

The woman didn't say everything, but the meaning was obvious.

Song Qinghuan widened her eyes and looked at the woman straightforwardly: "What are you talking about, boy and mother... Mother, he is in this room, really or not?"

The woman nodded very firmly: "Of course it is true. Although many people in the village have moved away, all the people left say the same. One day a pair of mother and son came to the village. The mother and son were very embarrassed. It was an injury. He came to the village like fleeing for his life, and then stayed in this hut. At first, the son's health was poor. He seemed to be frightened, and his injuries were serious. Those who fell ill and had a high fever within three to five days. Nightmare every night, that mother doesn't have any money on her. You said that she wants to see a doctor for her son. The fastest way to get money is, besides betraying herself, what else can she rely on to save her son?"

Song Qinghuan was shocked and speechless.

When I think about the scenes in the story, I feel cold all over, great mother... great maternal love.

That boy? who is it? Are you still alive now? What did you want to tell her when Yuhan brought her here?

Could it be that……

The woman’s voice was still ringing softly in her ears, sighing, with pity: “It’s less than a year’s time that the mother is said to have been ill, and she died like this. The boy lived here alone for two. Suddenly one day disappeared, but he did not allow others to live in the house, and it is said that the young man would come back once a year and stay here for three days and three nights."

Song Qinghuan covered her mouth in surprise, and stammered after a long time: "What's the name of that boy..."

"Song Qinghuan!" Yuhan's voice came from inside, seeming to ask where she is?

The deep and cold male voice sounded, and the woman looked at Song Qinghuan in surprise and doubt. She seemed to want to ask Song Qinghuan, who is in the room?

But Song Qinghuan smiled at her and turned back to the house.

The soundproofing equipment of the fan is so bad. Song Qinghuan didn't know if Shi Yuhan heard what she and the woman said earlier.

And that boy, is it time to keep out the cold? She hopes not, but there is a strong hunch telling her that it is.