Xuanmen's boss, she is full of gods after she recognizes her relatives

Chapter 198 Meeting Father Yan Sinan in a Dream

Yan Qiao had a dream.

She hasn't had a dream for a long time, especially the dream about her father Yan Sinan.

She couldn't remember when she entered the dream, and when she realized that she was in her own dream, she had already returned to the summer when she was a child.

The summer in City C is beautiful, with green mountains, green waters, a comfortable and cool climate, and a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. Wearing a floral skirt and a stylish woven straw hat, I drove all the way to the countryside with my family for a vacation in the forest.

On the white off-road vehicle, there are children happily singing nursery rhymes with their crisp and sweet voices. The melodious singing makes people sound happy in the sun.

When Yan Qiao woke up, her head was resting on the rear door of the car, and she heard a familiar singing voice in her ears. She slowly opened her eyes, and in her hazy vision, there was a man of moderate build wearing a suit. Sunglasses are driving.

The profile of the man's face is well defined, and the clean and smooth jawline, because of listening to the happy singing of the child, has slowed down a bit and softened it a lot.

Yan Qiao rested her head on the right side, and pressed her forehead against the car window. She stared at the familiar figure in front of her, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became moist.

Before he could speak, a song in the carriage ended.

Yan Qiao heard the man's laughter, and then the man praised: "Qiao Qiao sings really well!"

The corners of Yan Qiao's mouth curled up slightly, and she felt a warmth in her heart.

The soft and clear child's voice sounded beside her, "Dad! Is the pretty song nice?"

"It's so nice! Let's sing another song, Dad has the strength to drive~" the man coaxed with a smile.

Yan Qiao turned her head and saw a white and soft girl sitting beside her.

The child is not very old, about five or six years old, with long hair in a shawl, a small braid on each side, a pink head flower with a beautiful bow tie, and a transparent small water bottle with pink floral flowers hanging around his neck.

That was Xiao Yanqiao in her childhood.

Yan Qiao watched the children put their faces in front of the car window to enjoy the countryside scenery outside the window, and listened to Xiao Yanqiao's exclamation of little milk, and her heart was filled with sudden emotions, sour and sweet, making people unbearable to disturb.

is a dream.

It was a scene she hadn't dreamed about for a long, long time.

Even every time she occasionally recalled the past, it was mostly the unsettled period before her father disappeared. She almost forgot that when she was young, she even went out to the countryside with her father like this.

Yan Qiao knew that she was dreaming now, and she shouldn't take it seriously, let alone miss it, but she didn't do anything, even recalling the dangerous situation she was in before entering the dream.

She doesn't care, whatever, if they want to take her back for a checkup, so be it.

Now she just wants to stay in this carriage driving in the suburbs, even if everything around her is fake.

Yan Qiao smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Everyone in the car, one big and one small, didn't seem to notice her existence. In her dream, she was like a bystander who suddenly appeared here.

Yan Qiao sat up straight and leaned on the back of the chair so that her eyes were almost at the same level as the person in front of her. She looked at her handsome father when she was young, and thought to herself, so at this time, there are so many smiles on his face, it seems so happy.

The little girl next to her was sitting on the safety chair, her two short legs were dangling cutely in the air, she enjoyed the scenery for a while, and asked, "Dad, what do you want to hear? I can sing anything, you are allowed to order songs!" "

Yan Qiao looked at Xiao Yanqiao with tender eyes, and said softly, "Where did Little Moon go?"

Hearing the man's low laughter coming from the front, the young Yan Sinan pretended to think, and then clicked a song.

"Then sing "Where Did the Little Moon Go?"

"Okay!" The child said loudly.

The melodious singing sounded in Yan Qiao's ears again. She didn't know that she liked singing so much when she was a child.

She remembered that she was exactly five and a half years old at this time, and her birthday was about to be celebrated.

Dad rarely had a short vacation after work, and said that he would take her around and play.

She was still young at the time, didn't understand anything, and her natural abilities hadn't awakened yet. Her father said she wanted to go out to play. She was as happy as a bird that had just escaped from the cage and returned to nature, full of vigor all over her body. Son.

It doesn't matter where you go to play, as long as you stay with your father.

The little girl's face was filled with a happy smile, Yan Qiao lowered her head slightly, and slowly remembered that before this trip, she seemed to have been laughed at by the children in the kindergarten just because she didn't have a mother.

When her father came to pick her up after work, he was terrified to see her suffocated and flushed little face.

Later, after he finished understanding the situation, she remembered that he sat on the steps in the backyard of his house and thought for a long time.

Before going to sleep that night, he sat in front of his bed, and instead of telling her stories like before, he touched her forehead and asked her in a very serious tone: "Qiaoqiao, do you want to have a mother? "

She seemed to remember her answer at the time.

"No, I don't want to have a mother, Qiaoqiao wants to have her own mother."

Suddenly thinking of his own answer back then, Yan Qiao was stunned for a moment.

She was so young, how could she say such a sentence?
She suddenly looked up to the front.

At that time, I was young, and I may not have understood the exact meaning of the sentence he asked at that time.

However, the sensitive nature of children may really subconsciously avoid things they don't like.

In Xiao Yanqiao's memory, there is always a warm embrace with a reassuring fragrance. She knows that it is her mother, but for some reason, her memory seems to have a very serious deviation.

She can only remember a small part of the information related to her mother, but she can't always remember her mother's appearance.

She only remembers the familiar taste and gentle voice. Before she was five years old, her mother appeared frequently in her life. She couldn’t remember too much when she was young, but after the power awakened, many certain memory fragments from childhood Occasionally come to mind.

Every time she encounters such a moment, she is very happy, collecting every sudden memory fragment one by one, and then watching it quietly for a while from time to time.

That was a happy life she had long forgotten.

Just like at this moment, in the dream of five and a half years old, there is no mother.

But Xiao Yanqiao didn't look sad at all, and Yanqiao's eyes were briefly confused.

Perhaps before that sad night, her mother had been less present in her and her father's lives.

Yan Qiao could only remember a small part of the trip that summer. For example, she didn't remember this trip to the countryside.

She was recalling the past, and after the singing stopped, her father Yan Sinan's voice was gentle but firm, "Qiaoqiao, after Dad takes you out and comes back, let's go find your mother together, shall we?"

Yan Qiao looked surprised, and suddenly raised her head to look at the man's side face.

Beside her, Xiao Yanqiao heard this, and suddenly said loudly excitedly: "Really? Does Qiaoqiao still have a mother?"

(End of this chapter)