Song Ying stood quietly, her gaze fixed intently on Lin Xiao Yu, as if she wanted to imprint every contour and expression of her daughter deep within her heart. Her eyes were already slightly red, filled with an overwhelming sense of reluctance and affection. She slowly reached out, tightly grasping Lin Xiao Yu's hand, which felt fragile and trembled slightly, as if letting go would cause Lin Xiao Yu to drift away like a kite with a broken string, disappearing from her world. Her voice trembled with barely suppressed emotion, each word seeming to be squeezed from the depths of her heart: "My dear, with you leaving, it feels like a piece of my heart is missing. It’s truly hard for me to let you go." The quiver and sorrow in her voice tugged at the hearts of everyone present.
Lin Xiao Yu looked at her mother’s face, filled with reluctance, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She tried to smile brightly, hoping to comfort her mother. Gently leaning closer, she wrapped her arms around Song Ying in a warm and reassuring embrace, just as she had sought refuge in her mother's arms when she was little. Her voice was soft like a gentle spring breeze, laced with a hint of childlike affection: "Mom, please don’t be like this. Look, transportation is so convenient now; it’s not like we won’t see each other again. Next time you and Brother come to Beijing, I’ll take you to experience the charm of the city. We can visit the Forbidden City and stroll through those ancient palatial buildings, feeling the weight of history and the passage of time; we can climb the Great Wall and stand on its majestic ramparts, gazing down at the breathtaking landscape; and we must try Peking Duck—the crispy skin, tender meat wrapped in thin pancakes with scallions, cucumbers, and sweet bean sauce—one bite will fill you with happiness. There are so many places to explore and delicious foods waiting for our family to discover together."
Lin Dongzhe stood nearby, trying hard to maintain a smile that never quite reached his eyes. His gaze held deep reluctance and concern: "Sister, when you go back to Beijing, please don’t forget us. Remember to call us often and send videos so we can share in your life there."
Lu Zean watched the poignant scene between mother and daughter unfold before him, feeling a ripple of emotion in his own heart. He stepped forward and gently placed his arm around Lin Xiao Yu's shoulders, addressing Song Ying: "Mom, don’t worry; I will take care of Lin Xiao Yu. We will always look forward to reuniting with everyone." His eyes were filled with determination and warmth, offering Song Ying reassurance.
At that moment, the crisp yet cold voice from the broadcast system announced Lin Xiao Yu's boarding information, ringing like a bell signaling farewell. Reluctantly and slowly, Lin Xiao Yu released Song Ying's hand; it felt as though an invisible force was pulling them apart. With every step she took away from her mother, she turned back repeatedly, moving slowly as if each step was weighed down by reluctance. Each glance back was filled with love and longing for her mother and brother. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she stubbornly held them back; however, the mist grew thicker, blurring her vision.
Song Ying remained rooted in place like a statue, her eyes following Lin Xiao Yu's retreating figure until it disappeared beyond security. Her lips trembled slightly as tears finally flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks—one drop after another soaking into her shirt. Those tears contained endless longing for her daughter and the helplessness and pain of this moment of parting. Even after Lin Xiao Yu and Lu Zean vanished from sight at the end of the long corridor, Song Ying continued to stand there in a daze, lost in sorrow over their separation. Lin Dongzhe sighed softly and stepped forward to stand beside Song Ying. He reached out gently to pat her shoulder in a silent attempt to offer comfort. After some time had passed, they finally left the airport together with heavy hearts but filled with hope for their next reunion.
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