The hall was silent for a while, and the mother and son just looked at each other, neither of them made a sound, and they forgot to make a sound, and they forgot to move.

Tsing Yi came back to his senses in a daze, he looked at Wen Xiaoai, then looked down at the little guy who was standing still, and then raised his hand and gently pushed the little guy's back, but he was so excited and surprised that he couldn't speak for a while.

He looked at Wen Xiaoai again, and then lowered his head before saying the words to the little guy: "...... Little master, it's a mother. ”

The little guy was gently pushed by Tsing Yi, and his footsteps followed a step forward, but he stopped again, and he didn't continue to take the second step.

He still looked at Wen Xiaoai, staring intently, without blinking, as if he didn't hear Tsing Yi's words just now, nor did he feel Tsing Yi's action of pushing him just now, just looked at Wen Xiaoai motionlessly.

Seeing that the little guy didn't move, and seeing Wen Xiaoai's tears flowing fiercely, he hurriedly continued to push the little guy forward.

The little guy was just pushed by Tsing Yi, mechanically moving his two little legs, step by step.

He didn't seem to blink a pair of eyes, just stared at Wen Xiaoai all the time, he didn't even react that he was walking, walking towards Wen Xiaoai, the whole person seemed to be frozen in his body and brain, stupid.

Until he was pushed by Tsing Yi and walked in front of Wen Xiaoai, the little guy still didn't have any reaction, and always stared at Wen Xiaoai, as if his soul had been taken away.

Wen Xiaoai looked at the little man standing in front of her, slowly got down from the sofa, and squatted in front of the little guy.

She looked at the little one and tears flowed from her eyes.

She slowly lifted one hand, tremblingly touched the little one's little face, and then lifted the other.

She was cautious, and her movements seemed a little at a loss, as if Jun Moyan was facing a little milk cat that was only the size of his palm, and she didn't know what to do.

She gently touched the little guy's little face to see what the little guy looked like, and then said to Jun Moyan with a smile and a happy face:

"It's my An'an."

Just finished saying it with a smile, but the next second I couldn't help crying.

She carefully looked at the appearance of the little guy, eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and hands also touched, and couldn't help crying and laughing: "It's my An'an, it's my baby An'an." ”

She couldn't help but touch the little guy's little arm, touch the little guy's little hands, touch his body, touch his little belly, touch his calves, touch his little feet.

"Why did An An grow so big, he, he was obviously very small when he was in my belly." Wen Xiaoai asked Jun Moyan with tears and a smile.

I don't know if I'm happy that the little guy has grown so big, or I'm sad that I missed his growth in the past three years.

She kept looking at the little one up and down, and touched the words with one hand.

"An An, I'm my mother." She couldn't cry, held the little guy's little face, couldn't help but kiss the little guy's forehead, and kissed the little guy's little face.

The little guy just looked at her and didn't react at all from beginning to end, which made Wen Xiaoai even more sad.

"An An, don't you know your mother?" She cried and asked the little one, she was so sad that she couldn't do it.

The little guy finally reacted, he didn't say a word, looked at Jun Mo Yan, and his eyes stayed on Jun Mo Yan's crying red eyes for a few seconds.

It was the first time he had seen his father cry.

He looked up at Tsing Yi again, as if he didn't know what to do.

Tsing Yi nodded to him, and then the little guy looked back at Wen Xiaoai, and the little hand holding the little doll was clenched into a small fist and clenched tightly.