Zhong Qiaohui finally said, "You should co, Gu Nuan."
The tone was weary and deep.
Gu Nuan smiled and nodded.
At the airport, she reunited with the others in the VIP lounge.
Zhao ngjin stood up, having not seen Gu Nuan for a long ti, and missed her greatly, smiling towards Gu Nuan.
"You’ve grown up," Gu Nuan remarked, noticing her hair styled like a matron’s, feeling nostalgic.
Zhao ngjin found her accent and tone changed too. After all, she’s now a mother, becoming more womanly and truly the head of the family.
When the two little monkeys saw their mother, they imdiately let go of the others and gathered around Gu Nuan’s feet, each grabbing her pant leg. Zhao ngjin couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh seeing the family of three like this.
Gu Nuan raised an eyebrow at her sons on purpose: "Don’t you like being held by uncle?"
Lingxin imdiately clarified, "Not ."
Little Mingli was huffing, knowing it was his brother’s bad idea.
"Go to uncle," Gu Nuan said to her son.
Little Mingli hesitantly touched his little fingertips together, then turned and ran towards Ou Yanan.
Ou Yanan, of course, wasn’t jealous; after all, Gu Nuan is their mother. It’s normal for children to cling to their mother, and not doing so would be a problem.
Gu Nuan wouldn’t bend down to hold her eldest son Lingxin either, because Lingxin never needed anyone to hold him.
The group prepared to board the plane.
On the way, Gu Nuan asked Zhao ngjin about the Zhao family’s situation.
Zhao ngjin first talked about her little brother: "Qingqing has started school at an elentary school in Washington. If Aunt has ti, I can bring him over for you to see."
She indeed missed Little Pudding, but it’s not like they had no contact usually; they kept in touch through phone calls. Gu Nuan said, "No rush. How’s your grandmother’s health?"
This question hit the key point. A trace of unresolved sorrow appeared on Zhao ngjin’s face: "Grandma’s health hasn’t been good since the beginning of the year."
Ou Yanan hadn’t heard her ntion this before; she completely covered it up until now, and hearing her bring it up, his face naturally showed a worried expression, and he couldn’t help but frown slightly.
"What’s the illness? Have they checked it at the hospital?" Gu Nuan asked.
"Yes, they have. The family doctor initially ca to see her and said it wasn’t good, recomnding further tests at the hospital," Zhao ngjin said.
After all, what kind of illness did Mrs. Zhao have? They said it was cancer, which nowadays has many treatnts, especially since Mrs. Zhao was in a technologically advanced country like the United States; it shouldn’t be a problem. But as it turned out, Mrs. Zhao had an ailnt that dicine had no way to solve—senile dentia.
Mrs. Zhao’s sudden diagnosis seed unimaginable to many, considering she was usually a person who used her brain a lot. People often say that those who use their brains have a lower chance of developing dentia, but this is a folk saying, with no scientific basis.
What direct impact does this illness have on Mrs. Zhao and her family? According to Zhao ngjin’s visits to check on the elderly, Mrs. Zhao’s mory has deteriorated significantly; she doesn’t rember many past events, and even forgets things she just did. As a result, there have been many argunts at ho over Mrs. Zhao’s forgetfulness.
For instance, Mr. Zhao initially didn’t know about his wife’s illness. Seeing her adamantly deny things she had done, he was upset. Later, after learning about her condition from hospital tests, Mr. Zhao’s hair turned substantially grey overnight.
It’s feared that Mrs. Zhao might gradually forget who he is.
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