The four little treasures finally saw the little sister they had been thinking about, and couldn't help but exclaim "Wow".

Dabao: "Little sister is so well behaved~"

Erbao: "And the little sister has such big eyes. She will definitely be very beautiful when she grows up~"

Sanbao carefully poked his sister's cheek: "Sister, you are so soft!"

Sibao couldn't help but stretch out his little hand: "I want one too, I want one too~"

Bo Jingzhou lowered his head and kissed his daughter's forehead, saying softly, "Welcome to this world, my Yanyan."

Yutang, where are you? Have you seen our Yanyan?

If Yutang were here, if Madam Bo hadn't died, this moment would have been much more meaningful...

But now, everyone's face is covered with a layer of haze that will never dissipate.

Only when he saw Yanyan would Bo Jingzhou deliberately suppress his repressed emotions.

At this moment, Xu Yike stared at the swaddling baby in Bo Jingzhou's arms, and after some hesitation, she finally blurted out a question: "Are you sure it's a little sister?"

As soon as the words fell, five almost identical faces stopped moving.

Erbao put his hands on his hips and retorted fiercely, "Of course she's my little sister. What else could she be but my little sister?"

Sibao pointed at the pink quilt and said, "That's right! The little sister is right in front of me, and the quilt is also pink!"

Xu Yike pursed her lips and swallowed back her doubts, "Pink must mean a little sister?"

The little treasures' bright eyes were filled with anticipation, and she really couldn't bear to pour cold water on them.

However, Bo Jingzhou's movements suddenly froze, his fingertips still lingering on the child's flushed cheeks. He indeed had not asked the nurse about the child's gender.

Dabao also realized that something was wrong and was about to raise his hand to lift the little Abei covering the little sister.

"I'll do it." Bo Jingzhou stopped him in a hoarse voice.

He wants to see it for himself.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest.

He took a deep breath and slowly moved his slender fingers to the small pink quilt.

Under everyone's expectant gaze, Bo Jingzhou reached out and lifted the quilt.

I saw an extra one...

His pupils suddenly contracted and his face was full of disbelief.

One look of disappointment, two looks of disappointment... five looks of disappointment...

Not sure, check again.

Bo Jingzhou covered the small quilt, then opened it again...

The other four little heads came over again.

The four little treasures suddenly went from surprise to suspicion, and then to anger.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

The usually calm Dabao was the first to object: "This isn't my little sister!"

Erbao was furious: "Where's my little sister? Who stole her away?"

Sanbao looked puzzled: "Why is it the little brother instead of the little sister?"

Sibao blinked: "Where is the little sister?"

The four little treasures all felt that this was not their little sister, and someone must have switched her.

Bo Jingzhou stared at the swaddling clothes, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. He mechanically repeated the actions of covering and lifting the quilt, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

I was disappointed after all...

This is not his Yanyan, or rather, this is his Yanyan, but not the Yanyan he imagined.

If I had high expectations at the beginning, I am as disappointed now.

Madam Su sighed and came over to persuade them: "Hey, this is your biological brother...he is originally your little brother."

The four little treasures shook their heads like rattles.

They don’t believe it. It should be a little girl living in mommy’s belly!

Mrs. Su said earnestly, "I know you want a little sister, but...but the little brother is also born by Mommy. Now that Mommy is not here, you must love the little brother well, okay? Otherwise, Mommy will be sad when she comes back."

The four little babes refused to eat or drink anything.

If you don’t want to listen, just want your little sister.

Madam Su's eyes swept over Bo Jingzhou's still tense profile. Could it be that after coaxing the four little ones, he still had to coax the big one?

Su Hanhai patted Madam Su's shoulder and said, "Forget it, let's all take it easy. Sooner or later, we will all accept this reality..."

Didn’t he accept it four times back then?

...........

In the cemetery.

The drizzle wrapped in fine sand fell on the tombstone.

After Qin Wanshuang finished taking care of Wen Xiaoman's funeral, she knelt in front of Wen Xiaoman's grave, her black skirt soaked in mud and water.

She stroked the cold inscription with her fingertips, the burial soil still embedded in the cracks of her nails: "Xiao Man, I'm sorry for you."

"Are you still unwilling to forgive your sister?"

"Sister didn't even get to see you for the last time, Xiaoman, sister really regrets it..."

The wind whimpered as it blew through the pines and cypresses, and a few dead leaves fell on her shoulders, just like her little sister's pranks in the past.

When they were young, the two sisters had a very good relationship. If what happened later hadn't happened, they would have continued to be so close...

He reached out and picked up the dead leaves on his shoulder, holding them in his palm.

Qin Wanshuang suddenly laughed out loud, but her laughter broke into sobs: "Xiaoman, I'm sorry. Back then, my sister said she would take you to Paris, take you to see the outside world, and said she would give you the best wedding..."

She clutched the edge of the tombstone, her joints turning white as paper. "But now, you haven't even worn a decent wedding dress..."

Broken sobs came intermittently.

Su Xingyu stood three steps away, staring at Qin Wanshuang's thin back.

He opened his mouth, but could not utter any words of comfort. In the face of life and death, all words were as pale as paper.

Ever since Wen Xiaoman died, Qin Wanshuang has been crying like this. First, she cried when she looked at Wen Xiaoman's body, then she cried when she looked at his ashes, and now she cries when she looks at his tombstone...

Two days later in the morning, the agent hurried over in high heels, but was stopped by Su Xingyu before she got close.

The agent glanced at Qin Wanshuang from a distance and asked, "Why hasn't Wanshuang come back yet? I still have to shoot a movie today, and I have to prepare for the red carpet of the International Film Festival in three days..."

Su Xingyu moved sideways to block the direction of the tombstone and said to his agent, "You should leave first. She has not accepted any roles during this period and has turned down all the work she can."

"But......"

"It's okay. I'll take all the consequences."

He took out his checkbook and quickly wrote down the figures. "I'll pay the penalty. Don't bother her during this time."

The agent wanted to say something, but was frightened by his cold eyes.

Under Su Xingyu's strong request, the agent had to leave.

Su Xingyu turned and looked towards the depths of the cemetery. Qin Wanshuang was still kneeling, with her long hair covering half of her face, like a frozen sculpture.

By the evening, Qin Wanshuang finally couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly shook her body.

The moment Su Xingyu rushed over, she fell into his arms, her fingertips still tightly grasping Wen Xiaoman's photo.

The girl in the white dress in the photo is smiling brightly, but the porcelain statue on the tombstone at this moment is forever stuck at the age of twenty-four.

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