Chapter 16 (1/2)

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

The bright lights outside the window, bright stars in the sky, soft moonlight in every dark corner, so that this bustling metropolis has some rare peace.

Liu Yanbo is also very quiet in his heart, just like a pool of stagnant water. He is staring at the ceiling, lying on the hospital bed without moving, still like an empty shell without soul.

”Mom, why do dandelions fly away when the wind blows?”

”Because little dandelions grow up, they want to go to the place where they belong to take root and sprout and harvest happiness. Xiaobo is also the same. When you grow up, you will leave your mother to find the happiness that only belongs to you. ”

”I don't want to grow up, I don't want to leave mom!”

”Silly children, 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 bitterness and bitterness.

”Mom, you only told me that dandelions will harvest happiness when they grow up, but you didn't tell me that some of them will drift around, not only can't root and sprout and harvest happiness, but also can't find the road when they come, and become homeless wild seeds!”

Liu Yanbo had thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to say, but they were all stuck in his heart and became a silent cry.

His eyes were full of tears, but no tears came out. Because the tears had already dried up, Liu Yanbo was numb.

”Uncle, you wake up at last! You're scaring me to death. ” Huang Ma pushed the door and came in and ran to the hospital bed.

”Huang Ma, where am I?” Liu Yanbo was in a daze and didn't want to pay attention to the furnishings in the room.

”In the hospital, you said that your child, when you went out in the morning, was still in good condition. Why did you suddenly have a high fever? It's almost 40 degrees. You. ” Huang Ma's tone of voice is very gentle, like a mother in the face of a sudden illness of the child, with full of heartache.

”Maybe it was a cold last night, but today I caught a cold as soon as the sea breeze blew.” Liu Yanbo's voice was hoarse, his lips were dry, and the ointment on it had cracked.

Huang Ma quickly helped Liu Yanbo sit up and put a pillow on his back to make him comfortable on the head of the bed. Then he poured a glass of water and carefully handed it to Liu Yanbo's mouth. In a soft voice, he said, ”come on, first drink water to moisten your throat.”

The water temperature is just right. It's not hot or cool. It moistens your throat and warms your heart.

Liu Yanbo has not enjoyed such care for a long time.

After he was 13 years old, Liu Yanbo was alone in a corner, no matter whether he was sick or injured, or had a hidden disease. No one served tea or asked for warmth. Even Liu Feiyan, who had lived with him for more than a year, had never done such a warm little deed, let alone others.

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

Looking at the wrinkles in the corner of Huang Ma's eyes and her kind smile, Liu Yanbo's stagnant water rippled: ”Huang Ma, are you a native of Haishi?”

”No Huang Ma shook her head and wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth for Liu Yanbo. She asked with a smile, ”uncle, what are you doing with this?”

”Nothing, 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 welfare home by the grandfather of the young lady. Let alone where my home is, the director of the welfare home helped me get my name Huang Ma's smile on her face did not change. She said her miserable life experience lightly, as if she were talking about a very common thing.

”Huang Ma, I'm sorry!” Liu Yanbo bowed his head and apologized.

Huang Ma waved her hand and said, ”I'm sorry. It's all about old sesame and rotten millet. I've seen it for a long time.”

”Let's see.” Liu Yanbo said with a smile. He was a little envious of Huang Ma. He was very clear that he couldn't let go of the past, no matter how many years it had passed.

”What if you don't? It's not about asking for trouble In fact, Huang Ma said this sentence to Liu Yanbo. She could see that she had a deep knot in her uncle's heart about the past.

”Trouble yourself?” Liu Yanbo murmured. Eyes unconsciously looked out of the window, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: ”it seems that it is really like this.”

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

”You see, I'm an old lady. I'm always nagging when I open my chatterbox. Well, what can I do with that! Don't be surprised, uncle Huang Ma has a good view of the desolation in Liu Yanbo's eyes. She knows that some knots can't be solved by a few words.