As a mother, if you don't have a correct guide for your son, the final result will be to let him harm society, so no matter what responsibility and abuse you bear, you deserve it!

  The door closed heavily behind her, Ning Rushan's face was too pale, without the slightest pleasure of cursing others, Chen actually followed and asked, "Madam, let's go back to Emperor Jing Lingxiao now, I'm really a little worried." ”

  Ning Rushan nodded silently, and walked outside the hospital, Xue Wei had already received a call from Chen Jing and rushed over, she lowered her head, her hair fell slightly, and she got into the car directly.

  The car left the hospital smoothly, and drove smoothly into the elevated, Ning Rushan looked out, this is a city with high-rise buildings, it seems to be extraordinarily prosperous, countless white-collar workers shuttle between the office buildings, properly dressed, and hurried.

  The information in their hands is stacked one after another, so swept over, there is a loud noise, there are countless data on it, being analyzed, being used.

  A lot of money circulates here, bringing a life of affluence, most people have a decent job, and the well-being in this space has passed for hundreds and thousands of years without interruption.

  However, Ning Rushan knew that in those small corners that few people visited, there were actually remnants of darkness, poverty, and humility that many people could not see.

  She has been in these unknown places for as long as she can remember. It was a welfare home.

  The life before the welfare home, I don't know why, it was like an eraser that was completely erased from her mind, Ning Rushan couldn't remember anything at all, but she could remember the scene after the welfare home.

  There is probably no money, the beds there are small, there are several children living in one room, and the front is kept clean, but from the bedding to the mattress, it is all worn, and I can only think of ways to sew and mend it by myself.

  Everything must be used sparingly, and the scratch paper that the aunts get in general must be written on both sides and sides, and even small needles and threads must not be wasted.

  This was about 20 years ago, the poorest place in Huashi.

  When the aunts in the orphanage cook, in addition to saving gas, they also have to be careful not to put too much rice, and the children here see meat about once every two or three days, but it is all meat foam.

  When the children are growing up, Ning Rushan is often hungry, but if she sneaks into the kitchen to find something, she will definitely be scolded.

  Clothes are naturally worn by other people's donations, and there are often oil stains on them that cannot be washed, and when they are worn, they appear smaller, and one arm is exposed, but there are no larger clothes to wear.

  Ning Rushan loves cleanliness, and has learned to wash her own clothes at a young age. When the aunts were too busy, they would bring Ning Rushan over and wash some small pieces by hand, so that they could also cancel the contract with water.

  That day, when she was doing laundry, Ning Rushan saw her parents.

  There was a gentle wind blowing, the leaves sounded gently, and the sound of Ning Rushan rubbing her clothes still had a sense of rhythm, and she had no time to care about the sound of children playing not far away suddenly became much quieter, and there were only these things in front of her.

  Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of her, blocking the sunlight, and she looked up and looked over.

  It is this hope that has formed a family relationship for more than 20 years.

  Mr. Ning looked elegant, while Mrs. Ning looked a little weak, and her husband had been following her, carefully hugging her.

  Ning Rushan was not surnamed Ning at that time, and the people in the welfare home called her Ning'er.