Driver of The Beautiful CEO Chapter 16: Let me be your son
When Liu Yanbo woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
The lights outside the window are brilliant, the stars are shining in the sky, and the soft moonlight falls in every dark corner, giving this bustling metropolis some rare tranquility.
Liu Yanbo's heart is also very peaceful, like a stagnant pool, not unwavering, he stared at the ceiling blankly, lying on the hospital bed motionless, still like an empty shell without a soul.
"Mom, why does the dandelion fly away when the wind blows?"
"Because the little dandelions have grown up, they will go where they belong to take root and sprout, and reap happiness. The same goes for Xiaobo. When you grow up in the future, you have to leave your mother to find 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 am not a coward, I am not!"
"Well! Xiaobo is not a coward, Xiaobo is the bravest boy."
"..."
If the memory is a bottle of medicine, then Liu Yanbo's memory is a bottle of poison, mixed with the ups and downs of the poison of the heart.
"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. Become a homeless wild species!"
Liu Yanbo had a thousand words to say in his heart, but they were all stuck in his heart and turned into silent shouts.
There were tears in his eyes, but there was no tear coming out, just because the tears had already drained, Liu Yanbo was already numb.
"Auntie, you finally woke up! You are almost scaring my old lady to death." Huang Ma opened the door and walked in, and hurried to the bed.
"Mother Huang, where am I?" Liu Yanbo was dazed and didn't want 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 get a high fever all of a sudden? It was almost forty degrees Celsius." Huang's mother spoke in a gentle tone. It's like a mother who feels full of distress when facing a child who is suddenly sick.
"Maybe I caught a cold last night. I caught a cold when I was blown by the sea breeze today." Liu Yanbo's voice was a bit hoarse, his lips were very dry, and the ointment applied on it had cracked.
Huang Ma 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 on, drink saliva and moisturize your throat first."
The water temperature is just right, neither hot nor cold, it moisturizes the throat and also warms the heart.
Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed such care for a long time.
After the age of thirteen, whether it was an illness, injury, or an insidious illness, Liu Yanbo was alone in a corner to bear it. No one served tea or water, and no one asked for warmth. He even lived with him. For more than a year, Liu Feiyan has never done such a heartwarming little move, let alone other people.
But now, there is a kind mother-like person waiting in front of his sickbed, taking care of him.
Looking at the wrinkles in the corners of Huang Ma’s eyes and her kind smile, the stagnant water in Liu Yanbo’s heart rippled: "Huang Ma, are you a native of the sea city?"
"No." Huang Ma shook her head, wiped off the water stains on Liu Yanbo's mouth, and asked with a smile: "Uncle, what are you asking for?"
"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 by the lady's grandfather from the orphanage, let alone where I am, and even the name was picked up by the dean of the orphanage for me." Mother Huang's smile remained unchanged, His tragic life experience speaks calmly, as if he is talking about an extremely ordinary thing.
"Mom Huang, I'm sorry!" Liu Yanbo bowed his head and apologized.
Mama Huang waved her hand and said: "What's so sorry about this, it's all about the old sesame seeds and rotten grains, I have already looked away."
"Look away." Liu Yanbo smiled. He was a little envious of Huang Ma. He knew very well that he couldn't let go of the past, no matter how many years passed, let alone look away.
"What can I do if I don't look away? It's not asking for trouble!" Huang Ma said this to Liu Yanbo specifically. She could see that this uncle in her own heart has a deep sense of the past. Dead knot.
"Are you looking for trouble?" Liu Yanbo murmured. Unconsciously looking out of the window, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems to be so."
Just, since it's a dead knot, how can it be solved?
"Look at my old lady, as soon as I opened the chatterbox, I was nagging endlessly. Okay, what do you do with this! Uncle, don't be surprised." Huang Ma took away the loneliness that flashed in Liu Yanbo's eyes. At the bottom of her eyes, she understood that some knots could not be solved in a few words.
"Where is Mother Huang getting old? It's so bright. If we go to the street together, we don't know, we think we are brothers and sisters." Liu Yanbo said with a light smile.
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.
"Jing nonsense, it's all people who are half buried in the loess, so what is there to be magnificent." Huang's mother said so, but her heart seemed to be smeared with honey.
"Auntie, you should be hungry? I have stewed the chicken soup, you drink a little." Huang Ma said, taking out the thermos from a cloth bag.
Huh?
The chicken soup is very fragrant, and the smell of it makes people appetite, and Liu Yanbo's belly rang at this moment.
Hearing the noise, Huang Ma couldn't help but laugh, and complained: "You child, don't say it when you are hungry. If I don't say it, you still intend to keep it?"
Liu Yanbo sucked his nose and continued flattering: "It was Huang Ma who was not hungry. The soup you made is too fragrant. When I smell it, I feel hungry if I am not hungry."
Mama Huang put the soup in the bowl one by one, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you need to drink more later."
"Mother Huang." After Liu Yanbo shouted, he paused for a while, and his expression became very serious and asked: "Shall I be your son?"
Huang's mother shook her hand, and the bowl almost fell to the ground. It took a while to react and hurriedly said: "Auntie, don't play this kind of joke!"
"I'm serious." Liu Yanbo stretched out his hand to take the bowl from Huang's mother, looking at Huang's mother more seriously and seriously.
Huang's mother has no relatives and no reason, Liu Yanbo knows, otherwise he would not say such things rashly.
Although godsons and goddaughters are trending now, Liu Yanbo's thinking is extremely conservative among young people. The reason why he wants to catch up with such a trend is because Huang Ma gave him like a mother. The same care, this is what he has lost and what he misses most.
Mum Huang is fifty-one years old this year, and years have not left too old marks on her face, but she is indeed old.
What is the biggest wish of the old man?
The family is happy and the children and grandchildren are full.
But Huang’s mother has no home, let alone a family full of children and grandchildren. Her life has actually been frozen: one day in the future, she will die alone in a nursing home, and there will be no grand funeral of filial sons and grandchildren. The lonely end of the matter.
Mama Huang regretted that she regretted not having a home of her own when she was young;
Also envious, envious of others' children and grandchildren.
Everything was too late, but now fate has given her another chance.
Liu Yanbo's seriousness can be seen by anyone. It is indeed serious. Huang Ma can also see that she has not reached the point where she is dim-eyed. She is a little hesitant, even struggling, struggling with her heart. .
"No! Absolutely no!" Huang Ma still refused, but there was too much helplessness and reluctance in her decisive voice. She turned her back and quietly wiped the tears from her eyes, and said, "Xiao Liu, You are the husband of the young lady. Let a servant be the mother of the uncle. Even if the young lady doesn't care about this matter, the master will never agree to it."
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Liu Yanbo said indifferently: "This is my own business and has nothing to do with others. Besides, Hanruo and I were married privately, and her family would say whether or not my uncle would say, even if not. Admit, I accept my mom, if they feel aggrieved, they will get divorced!"
In Liu Yanbo's heart, it is true that Yin Hanruo's parents and family are not taken seriously. A family that can push his daughter into the fire pit is not worthy of his respect.
"Auntie, you are forcing me to leave you!" Huang Ma suddenly turned her head, her eyes flushed.
Liu Yanbo didn't expect Huang Ma to have such a big reaction suddenly, and waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No! No! Huang Ma, I won't say it, I won't admit it, don't cry."
They talk about women’s tears and men’s sins.
Liu Yanbo was really panicked. He waved the spoon in his hand, and most of the soup in the bowl was spilled, feeling helpless like a frightened child.
Punch?
Mama Huang was amused by Liu Yanbo's appearance, and she thought to herself: "It seems that my uncle is also a man who can't see a woman's tears, so I have to tell the young lady to go."
"Auntie, don't talk about this again in the future." Huang Ma said seriously.
"Don't mention it."
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