Jinling, Wangjiang Village Nursing Home in Jiangning District.

An old lady in her seventies was lying on a hospital bed at this time, and there were several old people sitting next to her, who were also in their last years, looking at the old lady on the hospital bed, shaking their heads and sighing.

The old lady's face was thin and wrinkled.

Five days ago, the old lady was seriously ill, and the doctors set up for these lonely old people next to the nursing home said that the old lady could not survive that night, but after five days, she still fell out of breath.

The doctors are amazing, but only the lonely old people like her know that she has an obsession in her heart, and she wants to see her son again before she dies.

The old lady's name is Meng Yinglan, she is a poor woman, and she can be said to have been miserable all her life.

She was born in the war years, because the family was poor, but also had five brothers and sisters, as soon as she was born by her parents, given to the old couple who had no children as a daughter, at the age of seventeen, her adoptive parents died, and later she married the young Huang Da Niu in the village, but only a year ago, and did not even leave a son and a daughter, Huang Da Niu went to join the army, and never came back.

Later, after the vicious loss of her husband dying on the battlefield, Meng Yinglan once thought about committing suicide, but was later discovered by a neighbor in time to stop her.

But because of the nostalgia for her husband, Meng Yinglan has not remarried, and later after the reform and opening up, the people's living standards have been earth-shattering, and when she was fifty years old, she went to an orphanage to adopt a little boy.

The little boy is said to have been found next to the garbage heap, it was very noisy, Meng Yinglan gave him a name, with her husband's surname Huang, called Huang Haoran, although she was busy every day, very tired, but she really felt happy in her heart.

Time flickered, Huang Haoran went to school in a flash, his grades were very good, he was also very sensible, and he often helped his mother take care of housework after school, which made Meng Yinglan even more pleased.

Later, Huang Haoran was admitted to Zhonghai University, but the high tuition fee made Meng Yinglan a little worried, and borrowed a lot of neighbors to borrow the high tuition fee for Huang Hao, but Meng Yinglan did not tell her son, she said that it was her savings over the years.

In fact, all her savings were almost used when Huang Haoran was in high school, and Huang Hao actually knew that the money must have been borrowed by his mother, but he wanted to change the family and make his mother live a better life in the next ten or twenty years, so he still took the tuition fee to go to college.

What makes Meng Yinglan proud is that her son won a scholarship in his sophomore year, and he usually works and studies, not only helping her pay off the money, but also giving her a few hundred yuan to live on in the first month.

When his son came back from graduation, he bought a lot of new clothes and nutritional products, saying that he and two college classmates started a business together, although it was just starting, but he was given more than 10,000 yuan every month, Meng Yinglan was very pleased.

But since her son came back that time, she hasn't been home for more than two years, and although she receives 1,000 yuan a month from her rural cooperative account, she hasn't even received a single phone call from her son, and she can't get through.

A year later, she was too old and sick to live on her own, so she had to be taken in by the government in a nursing home and let the staff take care of the elderly.

The old man didn't want others to suffer at this time.

"Yinglan, you have raised a white-eyed wolf." An old lady sat beside Meng Yinglan, shook her head, and sighed.

"But isn't it, I call a thousand yuan a month, and now I'm dying, the phone can't get through, and I can't send someone to Zhonghai, this son is raised for nothing!" A wizened old man said.

"I knew he would be so ungrateful, Yinglan shouldn't have adopted him back then." Another old man said.

"That is, if Yinglan hadn't adopted him back then, let him grow up in an orphanage, and see who would lend him money for his studies, let alone go to college, it is estimated that he would not even have an official surname or last name now." At this time, a middle-aged man came over and said.

"I saw that the white-eyed wolf must be an unfilial son, when he was admitted to college, when Aunt Meng lent him money to pay for tuition, I told Aunt Meng, this money will be wasted, let her let the white-eyed wolf go out to work, but Aunt Meng is stubborn, now it's okay, I have to go to the nursing home, and no one will die until I die." The middle-aged woman beside the middle-aged man looked at Meng Yinglan on the hospital bed and said.

Meng Yinglan said that although she couldn't speak, she had always firmly believed that her son was also a little shaken in her heart at this time, and two tears silently flowed out of the corners of her godless eyes.

But she doesn't regret it, because at least her son has brought her a lot of happiness in the past 20 years, so that she does not feel lonely and helpless in this later life, so that her sunken heart has been sublimated, and she is full of expectations and enthusiasm for life.

This is something she has never felt in the first half of her life.

"Alas, maybe my son is too busy with work, it seems that I can't wait to see him one last time."

Meng Yinglan sighed in her consciousness, closed her eyes and prepared to stop insisting.

"May I ask if Huang Haoran's mother is in this nursing home?"

At this time, a man's voice came in from outside the door of the nursing home, and Meng Yinglan, who was already angry, suddenly heard her son's name in her consciousness, she forcibly held back the breath that was about to be broken, and opened her eyes.

"Who are you?" When the middle-aged man and woman heard the voice, they walked out and saw two young men and women in their twenties carrying a lot of things in their hands, looking into the nursing home.

"Hello uncle, my name is Xu Xiaojun, this is my girlfriend Wang Xinye, we are all Huang Haoran's college classmates, good friends, let's come to see Huang Haoran's mother." The young man said.

"You are Huang Haoran's friends, so why didn't Huang Haoran come with you, didn't he know that the old mother who adopted him and single-handedly pulled him up was going to die?" The middle-aged woman said with some indignation.

"Huh? Auntie, she ......" Wang Xinye was taken aback, although Huang Haoran told them that his mother was not in good health, but he did not say that her mother was very old.

When the two of them heard the news that Meng Yinglan was admitted to a nursing home, they couldn't believe it, because Huang Haoran was about the same age as them, and they always thought that Huang Haoran's mother should be forty or fifty years old. didn't expect that Huang Haoran was an orphan adopted by her mother.

"Huang Haoran, he ......" At this time, Xu Xiaojun didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, Meng Yinglan's skinny hand on the hospital bed was raised slightly, and an old man understood her gesture, which was to let Xu Xiaojun and the two come in to talk, so he shouted to the two: "Young man, you come in, this is Huang Haoran's mother." ”

Seeing this, Xu Xiaojun and Wang Xinye walked to Meng Yinglan's side, and the moment they saw Meng Yinglan, both of them were gloomy.

"Auntie, we are friends of Huang Haoran, and we came to see you for Huang Haoran." Wang Xinye looked at Meng Yinglan and couldn't help but say sadly.

"Young man, tell Yinglan why her son hasn't come to see his old mother for two years, and he can't even get through." An old lady said.

"Auntie, Haoran he, he died two years ago!" Wang Xinye said softly, it's time for them, they have to tell the truth, although it may make the old man unbearable, but it is better than letting the old man leave with regrets.

Hearing Wang Xinye's words, everyone looked sad, it turned out that they were wrong to blame Huang Haoran.

"Two years ago, Huang Haoran went to meet a client, was hit by a car while crossing the street, was rescued in the hospital for three days, and finally died, before he died, let us not tell the aunt the news of his death too early, he said that the aunt is not in good health, I am afraid that the aunt will not be able to bear the blow, let us help to pay the aunt every month." Xu Xiaojun said.

"Now that two years have passed, we think that Auntie must have doubted it, and we have a premonition in our hearts, so we decided to tell Auntie the news, but I didn't expect Auntie to ......" Wang Xinye said with a sour heart, and tears couldn't help but stay.

"Auntie, before Haoran died, let us send you a word: If there is an afterlife, I will still be your son!" Xu Xiaojun knelt down to Meng Yinglan as he spoke, kowtowing three times in a row, he was seeing off his mother for his good brother.

"My son!" When Meng Yinglan heard Xu Xiaojun's words, she suddenly opened her mouth and said a few words, although her voice was very soft and weak, but a few people at the bedside still heard it clearly.

Then two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Meng Yinglan's eyes, and she lost her breath directly.

Everyone's face was sad and bitter. for a better user experience.