When Liu Yanbo woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The lights outside the window, the stars in the sky, and the soft moonlight sprinkled on every dark corner, giving this bustling metropolis a rare tranquility.

Liu Yanbo's heart is also very quiet, like a pool of stagnant water, not wavering, he stared at the ceiling in a daze, lying on the hospital bed motionless, still like an empty shell without a soul.

"Mom, why do dandelions fly away when the wind blows?"

"Because the little dandelions have grown up, they are going to go to the places where they belong to take root and reap happiness. Xiaobo is the same, when you grow up, you will leave your mother and find happiness that belongs only to you. ”

"I don't want to grow up, I don't want to leave my mother!"

"Silly boys, boys who don't grow up are cowards. ”

"I'm not a coward, I'm not!"

"Well, Bob is not a coward, Bob is the bravest boy. ”

“......”

If memories are a bottle of medicine, then Liu Yanbo's memories are a bottle of poison, mixed with the poison of sweet and sour.

"Mom, you only told me that dandelions will reap happiness when they grow up, but you didn't tell me that some of them will be upside down, not only can they not take root and sprout, reap happiness, but they will never even find the way they came, and become homeless wild seeds!"

Liu Yanbo had a thousand words to say in his heart, but they were all blocked in his heart and turned into a silent shout.

There were tears in his eyes, but not a single tear came out, just because the tears had already dried up, and Liu Yanbo had long been numb.

"Uncle, you're finally awake! You're scared to death of my old woman. Huang's mother pushed the door and walked in, and hurriedly ran to the hospital bed.

"Mama Huang, where am I?" Liu Yanbo was dazed, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the furnishings in the room.

"In the hospital, you said that your child was fine when he went out in the morning, why did he suddenly have a high fever? Huang's mother spoke in a very gentle tone, like a mother facing a suddenly sick child, full of distress.

"Maybe I got a cold last night, and today I caught a cold when the sea breeze blew it. Liu Yanbo's voice was a little hoarse, his lips were dry, and the ointment applied to it had cracked.

Huang's mother hurriedly helped Liu Yanbo to sit up, put a pillow behind him, and let him lean comfortably on the head of the bed. Then he poured a glass of water, carefully handed it to Liu Yanbo's mouth, and said softly: "Come, drink saliva to moisten your throat first." ”

The water temperature is just right, not hot or cold, moistens the throat, and warms the heart.

Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed such care for a long time.

After the age of thirteen, whether he was sick or injured, or had a hidden illness, Liu Yanbo hid in the corner alone and endured it alone, no one served tea and poured water, and no one asked for warmth, even Liu Feiyan, who had lived with him for more than a year, had never done such a heart-warming little act, let alone others.

But now there was a kind mother-like person waiting at his sickbed, taking care of him.

Looking at the wrinkles in the corners of Huang Ma's eyes and her kind smile, a trace of ripples appeared in the pool of stagnant water in Liu Yanbo's heart: "Huang Ma, are you a native of Haishi?"

"It's not. Huang's mother shook her head, wiped the water stains from the corners of Liu Yanbo's mouth, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, why are you asking this?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you. Liu Yanbo continued to ask, "Then Huang Ma, where are you from?"

"I don't know. I was brought back from the welfare home by my grandfather, not to mention where my home was, and even the director of the welfare home helped me choose my name. The smile on Huang's mother remained unchanged, and she talked about her tragic life experience lightly, as if she was talking about an extremely ordinary thing.

"Mama Huang, I'm sorry!" Liu Yanbo bowed his head and apologized.

Huang Ma waved her hand and said, "What's so sorry about this, it's all about Chen sesame and rotten grain, and I have already seen it." ”

"It's good to see it. Liu Yanbo smiled. He was a little envious of Huang's mother, he knew very well that no matter how many years had passed, he couldn't let go of the past, let alone look away.

"What can you do if you don't look away? It's not asking for trouble!" Huang's mother actually said this sentence specifically to Liu Yanbo, and she could see that her aunt had a deep knot in her heart about the past.

"Are you bothered?" Liu Yanbo murmured. His eyes unconsciously looked out of the window, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems to be the case." ”

It's just that, since it's a dead knot, how can it be untied?

"Look at my old woman, as soon as she opens the conversation, she will talk endlessly, okay, what are you doing here! Uncle, don't be weird. Huang Ma took in the loneliness that flashed in Liu Yanbo's eyes, and she understood that some knots could not be untied by others in a few words.

"Where is Huang's mother? Obviously, we are in the prime of life, if we go to the street together, I don't know, I still think we are sisters and brothers. Liu Yanbo said with a chuckle.

Actually, Liu Yanbo is not too exaggerated, although Huang's mother is in her fifties, she is well maintained and looks like she is about forty years old.

"It's all nonsense, it's all half buried in the loess, so what's in its prime. Huang Ma said so on her lips, but in her heart it was like smearing honey.

"Uncle, you should be hungry, right? I stewed chicken soup, you can drink a little. Huang Ma said as she took out the thermos bucket from a cloth bag.

Goo〜

The chicken soup is very fragrant, and the smell makes people have a strong appetite, and Liu Yanbo's stomach rang at this time.

Hearing the sound, Huang's mother couldn't help laughing, and complained: "You kid, don't say it when you're hungry, if I don't say it, do you plan to endure it all the time?"

Liu Yanbo sucked his nose and continued to pat his ass: "I wasn't hungry, but the soup you made was too fragrant, and when I smelled it, I was hungry if I wasn't hungry." ”

Huang Ma put the soup into the bowl spoonful by spoonful, and said with a smile: "Then uncle, you will want to drink more later." ”

"Huang Ma. After Liu Yanbo shouted, he paused slightly, and asked with an unusually serious expression: "I'll be your son, right?"

Huang's mother shook her hand, and the bowl almost fell to the ground, but it took a while to react, and she hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't mess around with this kind of joke!"

"I'm serious. Liu Yanbo reached out and took the bowl from Huang's mother's hand, looking at Huang's mother more seriously and seriously.

Huang's mother has no relatives and no reason, Liu Yanbo knows, otherwise he wouldn't have said such a thing rashly.

Although it is very trendy to godsons and daughters now, Liu Yanbo's thinking is extremely conservative among young people, and the reason why he wants to catch such a trend is because Huang's mother gave him the same care as his mother, which is what he has lost and what he misses the most.

Huang's mother is fifty-one years old this year, and the years have not left too old marks on her face, but she is indeed old.

What is the old man's greatest wish?

The family is happy, and the children and grandchildren are full.

But Huang's mother has no home, let alone a house full of children and grandchildren, her life has actually been frozen: one day in the future, she will die alone in a nursing home, there is no beautiful funeral of filial sons and grandchildren, only a hasty lonely ending.

Huang's mother regretted that she couldn't have a home of her own when she was young;

I have also envied and envied other people's children and grandchildren.

It was too late, but now fate gave her another chance.

Liu Yanbo's seriousness, anyone can see it, it is indeed very serious, and Huang's mother can also see that she has not yet reached the point of being dizzy with old eyes, she is a little hesitant, and even struggling, struggling against her heart.

"No! absolutely not!" Huang Ma still refused, but in her decisive voice, there was too much helplessness and reluctance, she turned her back and quietly wiped the tears in her eyes, and said: "Xiao Liu, you are Miss's husband, let a subordinate be a mother to my uncle, even if Miss doesn't care about this matter, they will never agree." ”

The state policy is indeed very good, and everyone is equal in socialism, but 'things are done by people' is sometimes not a compliment, and class has never disappeared.

Let Yin Hanruo's parents and grandfather be in-laws with their own subordinates in the future, on an equal footing, without even thinking about it, it is absolutely impossible, they can't afford to lose this face, and they will never allow this face to be lost.

Liu Yanbo said indifferently: "This is my own business, it has nothing to do with others, besides, I married Han Ruo privately, whether her family recognizes me as an aunt or not, even if I don't recognize it, I recognize my mother, if they feel aggrieved, it's a big deal to divorce!"

In Liu Yanbo's heart, he really didn't take Yin Hanruo's parents and family seriously, and a family that could push his daughter into the fire pit was not worthy of his respect.

"Uncle, you're forcing me to leave you!" Huang Ma turned her head suddenly, her eyes red.

Liu Yanbo didn't expect Huang Ma to suddenly have such a big reaction, and waved his hand again and again: "No! No! Huang Ma, I won't say it, I won't admit it, don't cry." ”

It is said that women's tears are men's sins.

Liu Yanbo was really panicked, the spoon in his hand was waved out for him, and most of the soup in the bowl was spilled, like a frightened child.

Flutter〜

Huang's mother was amused by Liu Yanbo's appearance, and secretly said in her heart: "It seems that my uncle is also a man who can't see women's tears, so I have to tell Miss to go." ”

"Uncle, don't mention this matter in the future. Huang's mother said very seriously.

"Don't mention it. ”