Hanshao said to her, "Xiao Chu, you're home, come over and give dad a back massage."
Her hand was shaken, and Lin Chu's drifting mind returned to reality.
She lowered her head and saw the anxiety and panic in Qi Ming's bright eyes, then smiled slightly, her voice a little hoarse, "What's wrong?"
Qi Ming had just called Lin Chu three times, but she didn't respond at all, as if she was lost in her memories. Her dazed appearance scared Qi Ming.
But he didn't mention any of this, just held Lin Chu's hand tightly.
"Mom, can I go see that swing?"
On the trunk of the plane tree, there was a handmade swing. Over the years, the wooden board had turned a bit yellow, but the rope was new, having been replaced not too long ago.
"Sure, you go play, mom will go inside and turn on the lights for you."
Qi Ming nodded obediently.
He let go of Lin Chu's hand and ran to the base of the plane tree, circling around the trunk, seeming very curious.
