When Liu Yanbo woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
The lights outside the window are brilliant, the sky is full of stars, and the soft moonlight shines on every dark corner, giving this bustling and noisy metropolis a rare tranquility.
Liu Yanbo's heart was also very peaceful, like a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm, he stared blankly at the ceiling, lying motionless on the hospital bed, still like an empty shell without a soul.
"Mom, why do dandelions fly away when the wind blows?"
"Because little dandelions grow up, they will take root and sprout where they belong, and reap happiness. It's the same with Xiaobo. When you grow up, you will leave your mother to find the happiness that belongs only to you."
"I don't want to grow up, I don't want to leave my mother!"
"Silly boy, boys who don't grow up are cowards."
"I'm not a coward, I'm not!"
"Well! Xiaobo is not a coward, Xiaobo is the bravest boy."
"..."
If memory is a bottle of medicine, then Liu Yanbo's memory is a bottle of poison, mixed with the poison of bitterness and bitterness.
"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 displaced. Not only can't take root and reap happiness, but they can't even find the way to come, and become homeless. Returnable bastard!"
There are thousands of words in Liu Yanbo's heart that he wants to say, but they are all stuck in his heart, turning into a silent cry.
There were tears in his eyes, but not a single tear flowed out, because the tears had already dried up and Liu Yanbo was already numb.
"Uncle, you finally woke up! You scared my old lady to death." Huang Ma opened the door and walked in, and hurried to the hospital bed.
"Huang Ma, where am I?" Liu Yanbo was dazed, and didn't care to pay attention to the furnishings in the room.
"In the hospital, you said that your child was fine when you went out in the morning. Why did you have a high fever all of a sudden? You have a fever of almost 40 degrees." Huang's mother spoke in a very gentle tone, as if When a mother faces a child who is suddenly ill, she is full of distress.
"Maybe I caught a cold last night, and I caught a cold when I was blown by the sea breeze today." Liu Yanbo's voice was a little hoarse, his lips were also very dry, and the ointment applied on it had cracked.
Huang Ma hurriedly supported Liu Yanbo to sit up, and put a pillow on his back so that he could lean comfortably on the head of the bed. Then poured a glass of water, carefully handed it to Liu Yanbo's mouth, and said softly, "Come on, drink some water to moisten your throat first."
The water temperature is just right, neither hot nor cold, moistens the throat and warms the heart.
Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed such care for a long time.
After the age of thirteen, Liu Yanbo hid in a corner and suffered alone, no matter whether he was sick or injured, or suffered from hidden diseases. No one brought tea and water, and no one asked his health. Liu Feiyan has never done such a small heart-warming gesture, let alone other people.
But now, there is a kind, mother-like person who is waiting in front of his sickbed, taking good care of him.
Seeing the wrinkles at the corners of Huang Ma's eyes and her kind smile, Liu Yanbo's heart was filled with stagnant water: "Huang Ma, are you a native of Haishi?"
"No." Huang Ma shook her head, wiped the water stains from the corners of Liu Yanbo's mouth, and asked with a smile, "Master, why are you asking this?"
"It's nothing, I just want to talk to you." Liu Yanbo continued to ask, "Then where are you from, Mama Huang?"
"I don't know. I was taken back from the orphanage by the lady's grandfather. Not to mention where I am, even the director of the orphanage helped me to pick up my name." The smile on Huang Ma's face remained unchanged, and she told her about her miserable life. The life experience was said lightly, as if talking about a very ordinary thing.
"Huang Ma, I'm sorry!" Liu Yanbo bowed his head and apologized.
Huang Ma waved her hand and said, "There's nothing I'm sorry about, it's all about old sesame seed and rotten millet, I've already looked past it."
"It's good to see it." Liu Yanbo smiled. He was a little envious of Huang Ma. He knew very well that no matter how many years had passed, he couldn't let go of the past, let alone look away.
"So what if you don't look away? You're not asking for trouble!" Mama Huang actually said this sentence specifically for Liu Yanbo, and she could tell that her son-in-law had a deep knot in the past.
"Are you looking for trouble?" Liu Yanbo murmured. Looking out of the window unconsciously, he shook his head and smiled wryly, "It seems to be true."
However, since it is a knot, how can it be untied
"Look at my old lady, I can chatter endlessly as soon as I open the chatterbox. Okay, what are you talking about! My lord, don't take offense." Huang Ma took a full view of the loneliness that flashed in Liu Yanbo's eyes, and she I understand that some knots cannot be untied by others in a few words.
"Where is Mama Huang getting old? She is in her prime, if we go to the streets together, I don't know, I think we are siblings." Liu Yanbo said with a light smile.
In fact, Liu Yanbo was not exaggerating too much. Although Huang Ma is in her fifties, she is well maintained and looks about forty years old.
"Just talking nonsense, they are all half-buried in the loess, so there is nothing in their prime." Huang's mother said so, but her heart seemed to be wiped with honey.
"Grandpa, you must be hungry, right? I have stewed chicken soup, you drink some." Huang Ma said and took out the thermos from a cloth bag.
Goo
The chicken soup was very fragrant, and the smell made people appetite, and Liu Yanbo's stomach rumbled at this moment.
Hearing the sound, Huang's mother couldn't help laughing, and complained: "You child, you don't talk when you're hungry. If I don't tell you, are you still planning to hold back?"
Liu Yanbo sucked his nose, and continued to flatter: "I wasn't hungry at first, but Mama Huang, your soup is too fragrant. As soon as I smell it, I will be hungry if I am not hungry."
Huang Ma poured the soup into the bowl spoon by spoon, and said with a smile, "Then young master, you need to drink more later."
"Huang Ma." After Liu Yanbo shouted, he paused for a moment, and asked with an extremely serious expression, "Shall I be your son?"
Huang Ma's hand trembled, and the bowl almost fell to the ground. It took a while to react, and hurriedly said: "Young master, don't make such a joke!"
"I'm serious." Liu Yanbo reached out to take the bowl from Huang Ma, looking at Huang Ma as seriously as possible.
Huang Ma has no relatives and no reason, Liu Yanbo knows, otherwise he would not have said such a thing rashly.
Although being a son or a daughter is very trendy nowadays, Liu Yanbo's thoughts are extremely conservative among young people. The reason why he wants to catch up with this trend is because Huang Ma gave him the same care as his mother , this is what he has lost and what he misses the most.
Huang Ma 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
Happy family, full of children and grandchildren.
But Mama Huang has no home, let alone a house full of children and grandchildren. Her life has actually been fixed: one day in the future, she will die alone in a nursing home. end.
Huang's mother regretted that she didn't have a home of her own when she was young;
I also envied, envied other people's children and grandchildren.
It was already too late, but now fate gave her another chance.
Anyone can see Liu Yanbo's seriousness, he is indeed very serious, Huang's mother can also see that she has not yet reached the point where her eyesight is dim, she is a little hesitant, even struggling, struggling to keep her heart.
"No! Absolutely not!" Huang Ma still refused, but there was too much helplessness and reluctance in her decisive voice. She turned her back and quietly wiped away the tears from her eyes, saying, "Xiao Liu, you are Miss My husband, let a servant be my uncle's mother, even if the lady doesn't care about this matter, the master and the others will definitely not agree."
The national policy is indeed very good, and everyone is equal in socialism, but "everything depends on man's effort" is sometimes not a commendatory term, and class has never disappeared.
It is absolutely impossible for Yin Hanruo's parents and grandfather to be in-laws with their servants in the future.
Liu Yanbo said indifferently: "This is my own business and has nothing to do with others. Besides, Hanruo and I married privately. Whether her family recognizes me as a uncle is still a matter of opinion. Even if they don't, we Recognize my mother, if they feel aggrieved, they will get divorced at worst!"
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 didn't deserve his respect either.
"Uncle, you are forcing me to leave you!" Huang Ma suddenly turned her head, her eyes were red.
Liu Yanbo didn't expect Huang Ma to have such a sudden reaction. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No! No! Huang Ma, I won't say anything, and I won't admit it. Don't cry."
It is said that women's tears are men's sins.
Liu Yanbo was really panicked, he swung the spoon out of his hand, spilled more than half of the soup in the bowl, he was at a loss like a frightened child.
Flutter
Huang Ma was amused by Liu Yanbo's appearance, and she thought to herself: "It seems that my uncle is also a man who doesn't want to see women's tears, so I have to tell Miss."
"Uncle, don't mention this matter again." Huang Ma said seriously.
"I won't mention it." (To be continued)