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At this moment, Mu Jingcheng finally couldn't help crying, "Nangong aunt..."

"Orange, is it really you?" Han Cuiping answered the phone, and her voice became louder.

She listened carefully to the voice on the phone, as if she could hear her son's message.

These days, she has been persuading herself not to think about her son. She has been cheating herself that her son is still working in B city.

He didn't come back, even didn't call them, just because he was too busy, so he ignored their existence, he is not unfilial, but wholeheartedly upward, want to work better, so he will work so hard.

So hard to stay in B city, or even other cities, rather than stay with them.

But when she saw the photo of her son and the photo changed from color to black and white, she realized that everything was fake.

The son is gone, but they live in this world.

She even wanted to die in the past, to accompany her son, but looking at her husband worried about her, she was reluctant to leave him, so these days, she lived like hell, tangled and painful.

It was not until she received a call from Mu Jingcheng and heard her voice that she became clearer as if she had just awakened from a dream.

"Orange..." Han Cuiping took the call and kept repeating the name, as if Nangong Yao would hear her after calling her. He kept shouting, "orange, orange..."

Finally, Mu Jingcheng cried.

She didn't know how to respond to the old man and how to pacify the family member who once loved her like a daughter.

All she knew was that all she could do now was not to interrupt her and let her shout and miss all the time, just like when Nangong Yao was still alive I'm lying to myself.

She couldn't imagine what it was like at the other end of the phone. What's more, she couldn't imagine how they spent the days when they left here.

She couldn't bear the phone call alone, not to mention uncle and aunt Nangong over there?

For a moment, she hated Nangong Yao!

As soon as he left, what about the people who stayed?

What do they do?

It's a fact that Nangong and his wife live like years, but what about the child?

What will a child who is born without his parents do in the future?

The child

By the way!

That kid!

Mu Jingcheng suddenly remembered the purpose of calling.

Before she hesitated to say, it was because she was afraid that she would break the pace of life of Nangong and his wife, that they had adapted to all that, that she did not want to mention the fear she had, and that she did not want to embarrass herself because of the loss of her son.

But now, feeling the pain of their missing son, Mu Jingcheng realized what it meant to leave Nangong Yao's blood.

It may be a kind of torture for the child, but for the Nangong couple, it may be a new life!

Thinking of this, Mu Jingcheng interrupts Han Cuiping's self hypnosis

"Auntie..." Mujing orange will dry tears, although she still love them, still miserable, but still ready to say that thing, "I have a thing to tell you."

"Orange, orange Have you seen Yao'er? Did you see him? " Han Cuiping's voice in the phone is still no change came.

Mu Jingcheng's heart sank, and he could not help worrying, "Auntie, you..."

She had seen the situation of Yao Haiyue. For a moment, she didn't dare to accept the reality. She held the phone tightly, and her voice choked. "What's the matter with you?"

There was a silence on the phone, and then came nangongbo's voice, "your aunt, she..." He slightly pause a few seconds, and then voice some hoarse way, "he Miss Yao son too much."

In an instant, tears of Mujing orange rolled down.

Nangong didn't say the following words, but mu Jingcheng knew it.

The pain of bereavement can not be understood by imagining how painful it is. It is just like Yao Haiyue who wanted to kill himself in the beginning of grief and indignation, just like Han Cuiping who has completely lost himself now.

That kind of pain is more terrible and painful than going to hell.

How can they survive and walk?

"Orange..." Nangong Bo's voice rang again. At the moment, he was so old and helpless. "If there's nothing wrong, I'll hang up first. Your aunt, she I cry again, alas... "

"Uncle!" Mu Jingcheng knows that if she doesn't say it, she won't have the courage and chance to say it. So when nangongbo was ready to hang up, she finally said, "there's something I think you should know."

"What's the matter?" Nangong Bo's voice is full of vigilance.

"Yes..." Mujing orange hesitated for a moment, and then said, "about brother Yao.""Yao'er?" Nangong Bo can't help but be surprised, "what happened to Yao'er?"

Although Nangong Yao is no longer there, and there is no worse news than this, Nangong Bo's heart sank when he heard that, for fear that there would be something more serious.

When Han Cuiping heard this sentence, she couldn't help but stop blind and cry. She looked at nangongbo with a worried face. She didn't know what had happened, so she immediately went to him and put her ear close to him.

"Brother Yao may have a son!" Mu Jingcheng found the most suitable way to say it.

Maybe this word indicates her uncertainty.

After all, what Liang xueou said alone can't count. If the child is not Nangong Yao's, it will make Nangong and his wife happy. It's better not to say.

Therefore, after much consideration, Mu Jingcheng decided to say so. At least, their expectations would not be so great and they would not be too disappointed at that time.

"What did you say?" Nangongbo suddenly stood up, "Yao'er has a son?"

"Really?" Han Cuiping is also surprised. She grabs the mobile phone and says, "orange, what did you just say? You said Yao'er had a son? But is it really the case? Is that true? "

Listening to the surprised old man at the end of the phone, Mu Jingcheng couldn't help but start to worry.

Even if 90 percent may be true, there is a terrible 10 percent.

Whether it's 10 percent or 1 percent, if it turns out to be true and falls on the Nangong couple, it's 100 percent disappointment.

They can't stand another blow.

So, Mu Jingcheng hesitated for a moment, and said the possibility of things more mildly, so as not to let them have hope and be too disappointed at that time.