don't call me uncle

It's late, and the light in the living room is still on. Sure enough, I can't eat too much fruit at night. Although I don't want to get up, my mother will laugh at me if I wet the bed!

"Then what should I do, how could there be a car accident..." The woman's voice was a little anxious.

"It is said that the whole car overturned down the mountain, hey..." A deep male voice remembered that it was his parents.

"Have you found it? How should I tell Xiaoyan..."

"There is no news yet. It has been two days. I only found out this afternoon. Don't worry Xiaoyan. This kid thinks too much."

Ye Lingchen's heart missed a beat, and then he accelerated. He wanted to run back to the room and turned around, but saw Ye Yan standing behind him in a daze.

I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or something else, Ye Yan dragged Ye Lingchen and ran to the room, and when he got back to the room, he stuffed himself on the bed.Ye Lingchen closed the door, wanted to turn around but didn't know how to face Ye Yan, wanted to see what was going on with Ye Yan but didn't have the courage.

It wasn't until Ye Yan called his uncle in a strong nasal voice that he turned his head slowly, only to see a small ball curled up in the quilt.

Going to bed full of distress, hugging him and the quilt in his arms, patting him on the back lightly, there are too many comforting words to overflow from his mouth but he doesn't know how to say it.

He could only ask softly, "Why did you come out?"

But there was no answer for a long time.

After some time, Ye Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt and covered Ye Lingchen, and got into his arms, not only someone's pajamas were wet with tears.

"Hey, I'm here." At the age of five, Ye Lingchen patted Ye Yan's back and swore.