“Xiao1Little Wen, Xiao Xuan, go to sleep for now. You can read the picture book tomorrow.”
Fu Yuling didn’t immediately take away their books. Instead, she walked over, crouched down, and looked them in the eye.
“The lighting in the room is too dim, and reading is not good for your eyes. Let’s read tomorrow, okay?”
Although they were reluctant, the two of them closed the picture book and placed it on the table.
It seemed to be past nine o’clock in the evening at this time. Occasionally, a few dog barks could be heard from outside.
Fu Yuling helped them tidy up the beds and let them lie down before she went to clean up the things on the table.
There were some things that they didn’t know how to use, so she found a box and put everything she deemed useless into it. Looking at the tidy tabletop, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
When she went to check on the three children again, she found that He Xuan and He An were already asleep, but He Wen was still awake with his eyes wide open.
Fu Yuling suddenly approached him, and it reminded He Wen of a scene from his dream. He held back his tears, and his eyes turned red. Large teardrops rolled down uncontrollably.
Fu Yuling was a little confused. What happened?
She never encountered this kind of situation before. She quickly picked up He Wen, gently patting his back and comforting him with her words.
“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. Mom is here, Mom is here…”
Even Fu Yuling herself didn’t realize that she naturally called herself “Mom.” Upon hearing this, He Wen cried even harder.
“Everyone else has a mother, but I don’t…”
“Everyone else gets called home by their mother, but I don’t have a mother…”
He Wen cried and coughed, his whole face turning red, and his voice growing louder.
Fu Yuling felt her heart ache as she held him in her arms, and she couldn’t help but curse the original owner countless times in her mind.
He Wen used to call the original owner “Mom,” but one time, the original owner had a fight with Fu Qi, and when she came back and heard He Wen calling her “Mom,” she instantly smashed a bowl in front of him.
Since then, He Wen never said the word “Mom” again.
He Wen must have been terrified at that time. From the original owner’s memories, Fu Yuling could see that his whole body was shaking unnaturally, and his eyes were filled with fear and terror.
That day, He Wen didn’t eat and developed a high fever at night. If Fu Qi hadn’t happened to come over, discovered it and quickly taken him to the hospital, it’s uncertain whether he would have survived.
Fu Yuling thought about his ending in the book. In the end, He Wen committed suicide. He broke a bowl and cut his own pulse.
He used the most terrifying method he could think of to end his life.
This barrier has become his shadow.
Holding the trembling He Wen, tears uncontrollably streamed down Fu Yuling’s face, showing how distressed she was for He Wen.
She rested her head against his small head, whispering and gently caressing.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, but He Wen’s body gradually calmed down, and he slowly fell asleep in her arms.
Sensing that he had relaxed, Fu Yuling carefully placed him in bed and gently patted him. After confirming that he was really asleep, she turned off the lights and then lay down next to He Wen.
The next day, when Fu Yuling woke up, none of the three children were awake.
She helped them cover the blankets and went to the kitchen herself. After freshening up, she started to prepare soup and heat the sesame pancakes.
After doing this, Fu Yuling went to the space and found various vegetables in a corner. She pulled out a radish and started to boil water to make a stew.
While boiling the water, she went to wake up the three children. Skipping breakfast wouldn’t do.
When she entered, she saw that He Wen was already sitting up, as if he hadn’t fully regained his senses.
