"Mom...Mom..." The little guy shouted uneasily in his sleep, "Dad, Mom, where are you... Wuwuwuwuwu...Mom, I'm afraid...Mom...Dad...come and save me...Dad..."
At this time, Gu Nian didn't care about the little one being in pain. She quickly hugged him and coaxed him softly: "Little Millet Cake, mom is here, Little Millet Cake, dad is here too."
Chu Zhaoyang had just finished cleaning up from the bathroom, and when he heard Gu Nian's words, he came over. His hair was half-dry, with some water droplets still on his neck.
He was refreshed with mint-scented shower gel.
"What's wrong?" Chu Zhaoyang came over and asked.
"Little Millet Cake had a nightmare and called us." Gu Nian explained softly. "Hurry up and call him."
Gu Nian said to Chu Zhaoyang. Chu Zhaoyang sat next to Gu Nian and heard the little guy murmuring dad. When he fell out of the window while holding him in his arms, Chu Zhaoyang held him firmly in his arms and had only one thought in his heart.
Even if he died, he still have to protect the little guy's life.
At that time, he really felt the feeling of blood connection.
Every injury the little guy suffered touched his heart. His reaction at that time was without any thought, which was to protect the little guy.
Now seeing the little guy frowning and calling dad, Chu Zhaoyang's heart was also tugged.
"Dad is here." Chu Zhaoyang said.
The little guy gradually woke up. He opened my eyes and saw that his parents were beside him. He was in his mother's soft and warm arms, smelling the sweet fragrance of my mother and the mint fragrance of my father.
Chu Zhaoyang had just finished taking a shower, and his whole body felt refreshing and warm.
"Did Little Millet Cake have a nightmare just now?" Gu Nian asked softly.
The little guy nodded, then shook his head: "Little Millet Cake is fine."
Seeing how the little guy was trying to be strong, Gu Nian thought of how the little guy just refused to speak out no matter how much he was beaten on the phone.
Gu Nian said softly: "Mom and Dad are here. Little Millet Cake is safe now. Mom and dad are with you."
The little guy nodded slowly and carefully pushed into Gu Nian's arms.
He was in a warm room now, not in that dilapidated and dark factory building.
"Can't you sleep now?" Gu Nian asked after seeing the little guy's appearance.
"Mom, stay with me," the little guy said. Seeing that the little guy couldn't sleep, Gu Nian asked: "The bad guys called mom and dad before. Mom wanted to hear your voice. Why didn't Little Millet Cake speak?"
The little guy drooped his head, pursed his lips, and said nothing for a while.
After a while, he said to Gu Nian: "I heard what they said. They said that you will come to save me and they will harm you. I don't want my parents to get hurt."
Gu Nian's heart was broken when she heard this.
How could a little guy be so sensible?
She was moved, distressed, and a little angry.
She was angry that the little guy he too sensible.
Couldn't a kid be weaker?
Gu Nian said: "Then what do you do? What do you do if your parents don't go?"
The little guy was speechless and couldn't think of anything.
"I...I don't know..." The little guy was anxious, and tears started to fall down. "But I can't let anything happen to my parents. I can't...I can't let anything happen to you because of me."
Gu Nian sighed heart brokenly and said, "It's just because you refused to speak, so the bad guy beat you, right?"
Remembering how he was beaten, the little guy couldn't help but tremble. Gu Nian hugged him distressedly, but did not dare to use any force.
"Little Millet Cake, you can't be like this." Gu Nian thought about how the little guy knew he had to protect his parents at such a young age, and she was touched and sad at the same time.
"You are worried about us, but we are also worried about you. You are still young now, and it is time for us, your parents, to protect you."
Gu Nian said softly, "When you grow up, and by that time, Mom and Dad will be old. You will protect us."
"You don't need to be so strong now. You can cry when you feel wronged. You can cry if it hurts. Do you know how uncomfortable it is for your mother to tell me that you don't feel pain even though I' in so much pain? You don't need to be like this."
Gu Nian lowered her head and kissed the little guy's eyes. With her eyes exposed, she said: "You obviously feel a lot of pain, but you tell Mom that it doesn't hurt. But the pain in Mom's heart has not diminished at all, but has become worse."
"You will make Mom feel that I am not good enough to you, so you have to be strong in everything."
"Mom is very good to Little Millet Cake! Mom is the best!" the little guy said anxiously. "But you didn't tell Mom the truth. Mom is very sad."
Gu Nian's voice also had a sad tone.
When Little Millet Cake heard this, he quickly said: "I...I won't be like this anymore. Mom, don't be sad."
"Really?" Gu Nian looked at him.
The little guy nodded and said, "Actually... I'm actually in quite a bit of pain. Right now... it hurts so much that I can't sleep."
The nurse gave him an analgesic stick, but his face still hurt. "Then do you want Mom to tell you a story?" Gu Nian asked.
"Okay." The little guy nodded quickly, paused for a while, and then said, "Mom, can you... turn on the light? I'm a little afraid of the dark tonight."
Immediately, he followed up by saying, "Just tonight, tomorrow night will be fine."
Gu Nian understood immediately, thinking of the dim light in the factory. Even with the lights on, it was not very bright.
The little guy had a shadow in the dark, just like Chu Zhaoyang. "
Perhaps, not as serious as Chu Zhaoyang.
After all, Chu Zhaoyang had been kidnapped for a longer time.