Why Are You Crying? Because I Married Your Mom After You Broke up with Me? - Chapter 475
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Chapter 475: Fragments of Memory
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“It’s not a matter of whether I let you go or not. I just hope that my sister can reunite with our family. Even if she admits that she has accepted everything, we definitely won’t pursue it anymore. However, you can’t deprive her of her right to reunite with our family.”
“Alright, I’ll cooperate with you on this. I’ll definitely cooperate with you. Tell me, what do you plan to do next?”
“I want to see my sister alone. I want to bring her back to my hometown and see if she can remember my parents. As for your relationship in the future, I want her to choose for herself. Don’t worry. Since she has lived with you for 10 years and has a child, I can tell that your relationship is not bad. It should not happen.”
The two of them chatted for a long time in the room, and they talked about many things. At this moment, he could feel that Li Xiaobo’s mistake back then was probably a spur of the moment. He didn’t do such a bad thing.
Finally, at noon, they came to his shop again.
“She’s upstairs now. Besides, the child has already gone to school. If you need anything, you can talk to her directly. I’ll be downstairs. If you need anything, just look for me.”
“Alright, 1 understand.”
After he finished speaking, he nodded. Then, Xu Wenping quietly walked to the second floor.
He noticed that there was another door on the second floor. Then, he knocked on the door gently.
“Xiaobo, I didn’t lock the door. You can just come in.”
He heard the woman’s voice. Then, Xu Wenping pushed open the door.
He saw that the woman was sitting on the sofa with a phone in her hand. She seemed to be looking at something.
“Why, why are you back? You, who are you?”
When she first saw Xu Wenping, she was obviously still a little nervous. She didn’t know what was going on at all. Moreover, she probably couldn’t imagine that the person standing in front of her was actually her own younger brother. “Sis, do you really not recognize me? I’m Xu Wenping, your younger brother. Your name is Xu Wenhui.”
When Xu Wenping said this, he saw Xu Wenhui suddenly freeze.
“What did you say? You, you are, you are my younger brother?”
“That’s right, I’m your younger brother. We’ve been looking for you for io years. Have you forgotten? We have our own home, and we have a father and a mother. We’ve always lived together back then. You were taken away from Yuying Primary School.”
“Yuying Primary School? I have a home? I have a father and a mother?”
She kept repeating this sentence. In fact, Xu Wenping could feel that she seemed to be able to vaguely recall something, but using these things in her mind was only a fragment of memory.
“I just heard your husband, that’s right, Li Xiaobo, tell me about it. He said that you’ve been having the same dream for the past two years. You dreamt that you were living in an old building with a family of four. That’s right, I can tell you that it wasn’t a dream at all, because it was a reality.”
“You mean, they, they are really there? I… I have a family? You, you are my younger brother?”
“That’s right, Sis. Can’t you remember anything now? If you can’t remember, 1 came to look for you on behalf of our parents now. Then, I’ll bring you home. Perhaps when we reach that place, you’ll be able to recall it intermittently.”
“Yes, I remember now. 1 seem to have a younger brother. He, he’s called, he’s called Xu Wenping, but is it really you?”
“Sis, do you remember that you have a younger brother?”
“Yes, I remember now. Also, I remember that our father’s name should be Xu Huaiyou, and our mother’s name should be Zhao Haiying. Is that right?” “That’s right, Sis. Everything you said is the truth.”
“Great, I remember, I finally remember. I’ve always felt that these names seemed familiar, but 1 didn’t know where I saw these names before. Now, I finally know. You, are you really my brother?”
“Sis, that’s right, I’m really your brother.”
At this moment, Xu Wenhui was so excited that she walked up to him. Then, she held his hand tightly and tears welled up in her eyes.
After io years, when these relatives met again, the feelings of ordinary people would definitely not be able to withstand the change.
That day, the siblings got into the car and rushed home overnight.
Along the way, Xu Wenping told her everything that happened when they were young in detail.
Meanwhile, Xu Wenhui seemed to be responding to him. It was as if she had gradually realized that all of this was real. Now, she had begun to recall what had happened when she was young.
However, Xu Wenhui did not seem to be able to recall that painful memory.
Perhaps, it was a symptom called post-traumatic stress disorder. Therefore, at this time, her body had a self-protection and resistance ability.
She didn’t want to recall her most painful experience again, and the person who really hurt her was her husband who had slept beside her for io years.
Finally, on the morning of the second day, they arrived at their previous neighborhood.
“Sis, do you still remember? At that time, we lived in this neighborhood. Look at that dilapidated building. Do you still remember it?”
He came to the front of the building and pointed at it to Xu Wenhui.
Xu Wenhui nodded excitedly.
“That’s right. I remember now. 1 remember now. We lived here back then. If I remember correctly, our house should be on the fourth floor. Come, bring me up.”
“Okay, Sis. I’ll bring you upstairs right now.”
As they spoke, Xu Wenhui held her hand and the two of them walked straight to their original home on the fourth floor.
After pushing open the door, everything inside had been covered up. Because they had moved temporarily, they did not take these things with them. They had only replaced them with some new things, but this house had been preserved here..
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