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Since An Yan was kicked out, she never received any news about her family. After work, she just quietly transferred money to her mother's card. During the holidays, she could only say happy holidays in her heart.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, An Yan and Qi Jingping were making rice dumplings at home.

The idea that An Yan came up with was actually seeing Weibo food bloggers post tutorials, and as soon as his head got hot, he dragged Qi Jingping to buy all the ingredients in the supermarket.

The first thing to do when you get home is to take out the ingredients and put them on the dining table in a decent manner, glutinous rice, jujubes, chestnuts, salted egg yolks, bamboo leaves...

An Yan was so enthusiastic for 3 minutes, and couldn't even hold on for 3 minutes. After practicing a tutorial, he complained to the sky.

"Hey, Qi Jingping, do you think this is done like this! Why do I feel like I made a mistake in the video?"

"How did you do this!"

...

"Wooooow, this zongzi is disobedient!"

Qi Jingping, who was arranged to sit on the sofa and wait patiently for the delicious rice dumplings, could only sigh, and stood up resignedly, taking off An Yan's apron and putting it on himself.

Making zongzi is not difficult, the main reason is that An Yan is handicapped and does everything by hand, so when Qi Jingping quickly wrapped one and strung it with red string, An Yan could only sit on the small bench and let out a burst of shock. Howl.

"Qi Jingping! Is there anything you don't know? Dad loves you so much!"

Qi Jingping put the finished ones into the steamer first, and was going to stop An Yan's twittering mouth first, and then continue to make them and send them to the neighbors.

"Dad? Anyway, I won't call Dad on the bed."

An Yan was selectively deaf, and sat at the dining table in an orderly manner, waiting for the meal to be served. After all, he couldn't be hungry, and it was his father who was in charge of the cooking.

The phone rang on the sofa, and An Yan ordered Qi Jingping to answer it without thinking. Qi Jingping had no choice but to wipe the water off his hands, and answered the phone resignedly.

"Hello, who is it?"

A trembling middle-aged male voice came from the microphone, with some slurred speech.

"Is it Yan Yan? An Yan?"

"I'm his lover, please wait a moment."

Qi Jingping and An Yan never concealed their identities as partners, so no matter who asked, they could only get the same answer.

When An Yan heard that he was looking for him, she was worried that it was a customer calling, so she immediately took the call from Qi Jingping.

"Hi, hello. I'm An Yan."

"Yanyan...it's me, Dad."

I haven't heard his father's voice for almost ten years, so I took a look in my hand, it's an unfamiliar number, no wonder I never received any reply to the text messages I sent, and there was no cynicism.

"Dad." There seemed to be something blocked in his nasal cavity, which made it difficult for An Yan to breathe. His blood began to flow backwards from the moment he heard the word "Dad." Now, An Yan's brain is completely out of control, and he can't think of any painful memories from the beginning. How is the person in my heart, "how are you and mom?"

"Your mother...your mother wants to see you for the last time, can you come back?"

With a bang, An Yan knelt down on the ground with limp legs, her face was covered with tears, and she asked Qi Jingping for help with empty eyes, begging him to help her, as if he was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff.

As soon as Qi Jingping received the call, he knew that the person on the other side of the phone must not be a simple customer, but it was the first time he saw the expression of despair appearing on his An An's face, and his heart was full of pity, so he could only rub him into his arms , as if this is the only way to feel empathy.

"Qi Jingping, that's my father." An Yan buried herself in Qi Jingping's arms, trying not to tremble so obviously, "It's been almost ten years, and they finally contacted me."

"I've had a lot of scenarios in my head where they might call."

"Called and scolded me."

"I didn't have any money to use and I asked for it. I didn't send the money back once, but they didn't seem to pay attention."

"Or... most unlikely... forgive me."

"But I only... only didn't expect..."

Every time An Yan said a word, he stabbed a knife in Qi Jingping's heart. Seeing him crying like a child, Qi Jingping could only use his strength to tell him with his body:

He is here, Qi Jingping is here.

"Qi Jingping..." An Yan wiped away his tears on Qi Jingping's body, and spoke out the reality that frightened him in a weak voice, as if the voice was low enough that what he said was not true, "My mother is dying soon. gone."

"An'an is not afraid, I will accompany you back, okay, to see her for the last time."

"Qi Jingping...I won't have a mother anymore."

Invisible hands pinched Qi Jingping's heart, making him unable to breathe. Why did his An An bear so much.

"An'an, my mother is your mother. You have a mother. You not only have a mother, you also have a father, and more importantly, you have me."

Finally, An Yan put down the cell phone that had been placed by her ear for a long time, wrapped her arms around Qi Jingping, and began to cry, the previous grievances and despair became less important at this moment.

Qi Jingping hugged his beloved and couldn't help but think: An An is really a little crybaby.

In the end, it was Qi Jingping who was tired from crying, washed and carried him back to bed to rest, then called back to confirm the address of his new home and the name of the hospital.

After Qi Jingping settled the air ticket for tomorrow, packed his luggage, and came out of the shower, he saw the person who was asleep sitting on the bedside, weeping silently.

"Is An An the son of Hai? Why don't you shed tears."

Without waiting for An Yan's answer, Qi Jingping kissed the corner of An Yan's eyes, got into bed, wrapped him in his arms, and patted his side lightly.

"Sleep, everything is mine."