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

The lights outside the window are bright, the stars are shining brightly in the sky, and the soft moonlight shines in every dark corner, giving this bustling and noisy metropolis some rare tranquility.

Liu Yanbo's heart was also very peaceful, as calm as a pool of stagnant water. 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 when little dandelions grow up, they want to take root and sprout in the place that belongs to them and reap happiness. The same goes for Xiaobo. When you grow up, you will leave your mother and find happiness that only belongs to you."

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

"Silly boy, a boy who doesn't grow up is a coward."

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

"Well! Xiaobo is not a coward, Xiaobo is the bravest boy."

"..."

If memories are a bottle of medicine, then Liu Yanbo's memories are a bottle of poison, mixed with sweet, bitter, and heart-wrenching poison.

“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 become homeless.

What a bastard!"

There were thousands of words Liu Yanbo wanted to say in his heart, but they were all blocked in his heart and turned into silent shouts.

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

"Uncle, you finally woke up! You almost scared this old woman to death." Huang Ma opened the door and walked in, and hurried to the hospital bed.

"Huang Ma, where am I?" Liu Yanbo was in a daze and had no intention of paying 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 suddenly develop a high fever? Your fever has reached almost 40 degrees." Huang Ma's tone of voice was very gentle, as if

When a mother faces her suddenly sick child, she feels full of heartache.

"Maybe I caught a cold last night and caught a cold today due to the sea breeze." Liu Yanbo's voice was hoarse, his lips were dry, and the ointment applied on them had cracked.

Huang Ma quickly helped Liu Yanbo sit up, put a pillow behind his back, and let him lean on the bed comfortably. Then she poured a glass of water, carefully handed it to Liu Yanbo's mouth, and whispered: "Here,

Drink some water first to moisten your throat."

The water temperature is just right, neither hot nor cold. It moisturizes the throat and warms the heart.

Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed this kind of care for a long time.

After the age of thirteen, whether he was sick, injured, or had a hidden disease, Liu Yanbo always hid in a corner and suffered it alone. No one brought him tea or water, and no one asked him about his well-being. He even lived with him for more than a year.

Liu Feiyan has never done such a heart-warming little gesture, let alone anyone else.

But now, there is a kind and mother-like person waiting in front of his hospital bed, taking good care of him.

Seeing the wrinkles at the corners of Huang Ma's eyes and the kind smile, Liu Yanbo's heart rippled in the 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: "Uncle, why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, I just want to talk to you." Liu Yanbo continued to ask: "Where are you from, Huang Ma?"

"I don't know. I was brought back from the orphanage by the young lady's grandfather. Not to mention where my home is, even the director of the orphanage gave me my name." The smile on Huang's mother's face did not change, and her miserable face was

He spoke of his life experience in a calm and indifferent way, as if he was talking about an extremely common thing.

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

Huang Ma waved her hand and said, "There is nothing to be sorry for. It's all just sesame seeds and rotten millet. I've looked past it a long time ago."

"It's better to look at it." Liu Yanbo said with a smile. He was a little envious of Huang Ma. He knew very well that no matter how many years passed, he could never let go of the past, let alone look away.

"So what if you don't look away? You're not asking for trouble!" Huang Ma actually said this specifically to Liu Yanbo. She could see that her uncle had a deep knot in his heart about the past.

"Are you looking for trouble?" Liu Yanbo murmured. He looked out the window unconsciously, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that's really the case."

However, since it is a dead knot, how can it be untied?

"Look at me, an old woman. I chatter endlessly as soon as I start talking. Okay, why are you talking about this? My uncle, don't be surprised." Huang Ma saw the loneliness that flashed in Liu Yanbo's eyes, and she

Understand that some knots cannot be untied by others with just a few words.

"Why has Ma Huang gotten so old? We are still in our prime, but if we went out on the street together, for those who don't know, they would think that we are siblings," Liu Yanbo said with a chuckle.

In fact, Liu Yanbo is not exaggerating. Although Huang Ma is in her fifties, she takes good care of herself and looks like she is about forty years old.

"It's nonsense. We are all half-buried in the loess, so how can we still be in our prime." Huang Ma said this, but her heart felt like honey.

"Uncle, you must be hungry, right? I've stewed chicken soup, drink some." Huang Ma said and took out a thermos bucket from a cloth bag.

Gu?

The chicken soup is very fragrant, and the smell of it makes people appetite, and Liu Yanbo's stomach rumbling at this moment.

Hearing the noise, Huang's mother couldn't help laughing and complained: "You kid, you don't tell me when you are hungry. If I don't tell you, are you still going to endure it?"

Liu Yanbo sniffed and continued to flatter: "I'm not hungry at first, but the soup you made is so fragrant, Mom Huang. When I smell it, I feel hungry even if I'm not hungry."

Huang Ma poured spoonfuls of soup into the bowl and said with a smile: "Uncle, you may want to drink more later."

"Huang Ma." After Liu Yanbo called out, he paused slightly and asked with an extremely serious expression: "Shall I be your son?"

Huang Ma's hand shook and the bowl almost fell to the ground. It took her a while to react and said hurriedly: "Uncle, please don't make such a joke!"

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

Liu Yanbo knew that Huang Ma had no relatives, otherwise he would not have said such a thing rashly.

Although having a godson or a goddaughter is very trendy nowadays, Liu Yanbo's thoughts are extremely conservative among young people. The reason why he wants to jump on this trend is because Huang Ma gave him the same care as a mother.

, this is what he has lost and what he misses the most.

Huang Ma is fifty-one years old this year. Time has not left too many traces of aging on her face, but she is indeed old.

What is the old man's greatest wish?

The family is happy and full of children and grandchildren.

But Huang Ma has no home, let alone a family full of children and grandchildren. Her life has actually been fixed: one day in the future, she will die alone in a nursing home. There will be no grand funeral with filial sons and grandchildren, only the loneliness of having to settle for nothing.

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Huang Ma regretted not being able to have a home of her own when she was young;

I have also been envious of other people’s children and grandchildren.

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

Liu Yanbo's seriousness can be seen by everyone. It is indeed very serious. Huang Ma can also see that she has not yet reached the point where her eyesight is dim. She is hesitant, even struggling, struggling to go against her heart.

"No! Absolutely not!" Huang Ma still refused, but there was too much helplessness and reluctance in her decisive words. She turned her back and quietly wiped the tears from her eyes and said: "Xiao Liu, you are Miss

My husband wants a servant to be my mother-in-law, even if the young lady doesn’t care about it, I will never agree to it.”

The national policy is indeed very good, and everyone is equal in socialism, but sometimes "things depend on human effort" is not a complimentary word, and class has never disappeared.

It is absolutely impossible for Yin Hanruo's parents and grandfather to become in-laws with their servants as equals without even thinking about it. They cannot afford to lose face like this, and they will never allow it.

Liu Yanbo said nonchalantly: "This is my own business and has nothing to do with anyone else. Besides, Hanruo and I got married privately. It's unclear whether her family recognizes me as her uncle. Even if they don't, I

Accept my mother, if they feel aggrieved, the worst possible outcome is divorce!"

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

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

Liu Yanbo did not expect that Huang Ma would suddenly have such a big reaction. He waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No! No! Huang Ma, I won't say anything anymore, and I won't admit it either. Don't cry."

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

Liu Yanbo was really panicked. He swung out the spoon in his hand and spilled most of the soup in the bowl. He was as helpless as a frightened child.

Phew?

Huang Ma was amused by Liu Yanbo's appearance, and thought to herself: "It seems that my uncle is also a man who hates seeing women's tears. He must tell the lady."

"Uncle, please don't mention this matter again." Huang Ma said seriously.
Chapter completed!