Returning to the fairyland for a blind date

Chapter 269 Meng Yinglan

Jinling, Wangjiang Village Nursing Home, Jiangning District.

An old lady in her 70s was lying on a hospital bed at this time, and sitting beside her were several elderly people who were also dying. Looking at the old lady on the hospital bed, they all shook their heads and sighed.

The old lady's face was thin and wrinkled.

Five days ago, the old lady was seriously ill. The doctors specially set up next to the nursing home for these lonely elderly people said that the old lady could not survive that night, but after five days, she still fell down with a sigh of relief.

The doctors are amazing, but only the widowed and lonely old people like her know that she has an obsession in her heart, and she wants to see her son again before she dies.

The old lady's name is Meng Yinglan, she is a poor woman, it can be said that her life has been miserable.

She was born in the war years. Because her family was poor, she had five brothers and sisters. She was abandoned by her parents when she was born, and she was given to an old couple without children as a daughter. When she was 17 years old, her adoptive parents died one after another. She married Huang Daniu, a young man in the village, but they had only been married for a year, and before they even had a son or daughter, Huang Daniu went to join the army and never came back.

After the bad news that her husband died in the battle, Meng Yinglan once thought about committing suicide, but her neighbors found out in time and stopped her.

But because of the memory of her husband, Meng Yinglan never remarried. Later, after the reform and opening up, people's living standards have changed drastically. When she was 50 years old, she went to an orphanage to adopt a little boy.

It is said that the little boy was found by the garbage dump, and he was very noisy. Meng Yinglan named him Huang Haoran after her husband's surname, Huang Haoran. Although she was busy and tired every day, she really felt that she had never I have had happiness.

Time flew by, and Huang Haoran went to school in a flash. His grades were very good and he was very sensible. He often helped his mother with housework after school, which made Meng Yinglan very happy.

Later, Huang Haoran was admitted to Zhonghai University, but the high tuition fees made Meng Yinglan a little worried. She borrowed a lot of neighbors to borrow the high tuition fees for Huang Hao, but Meng Yinglan didn't tell her son, she said it was her savings over the years.

In fact, all her savings were almost used up when Huang Haoran was in high school. Huang Hao also knew that the money must have been borrowed by his mother, but he wanted to change this family and let his mother live a better life in the next ten or twenty years. He still took the tuition to go to college.

What makes Meng Yinglan proud is that her son received a scholarship when he was a sophomore, and he usually works as a part-time student. Not only did he help her pay off the money, but he also gave her a few hundred yuan for living in the first month.

When my son came back the year he graduated, he bought a lot of new clothes and nutrition products. He said that he started a business with two college classmates.

But since her son came back that time, it has been more than two years, and she has not returned home once. Although she can receive 1000 yuan a month in her rural cooperative account, she has never received a call from her son. , can't get through.

A year later, she was too old and sick to live on her own, so she had to be taken in by the government in a nursing home to be taken care of by the nursing staff. Meng Yinglan is a kind person, and after entering the nursing home, she donated her account to the nursing home.

At this time, the old people still don't want to let others suffer.

"Yinglan, you are raising a white-eyed wolf." An old lady sitting beside Meng Yinglan shook her head and sighed.

"Isn't it? I just called 1000 yuan a month, and now I'm almost dead. I can't get through the phone, and I can't even send someone to Zhonghai. This son is raised for nothing!" said a skinny old man.

"If I knew he would be so ungrateful, Yinglan shouldn't have adopted him," said another old man.

"That is, if Yinglan hadn't adopted him back then, and let him grow up in an orphanage, let's see who would borrow money for him to study, let alone go to college, I guess he wouldn't even have a formal surname or first name now." A middle-aged man came over and said.

"I knew back then that the white-eyed wolf must be an unfilial son. When Aunt Meng lent him money to pay his tuition when he was admitted to college, I told Aunt Meng that the money would be wasted. Let her let that White-eyed wolf can go out to work, but Aunt Meng is stubborn, and now she is well, so she has to enter the nursing home, and no one dies." The middle-aged woman beside the middle-aged man said, looking at Meng Yinglan on the hospital bed.

Meng Yinglan said that although she couldn't speak, she firmly believed that her son's heart was a little shaken at this time, and two tears flowed silently from the corners of his dull eyes.

But she doesn't regret it, because at least her son has brought her a lot of happiness in the past 20 years, so that she no longer feels lonely and helpless in this later life, and her sinking heart has been sublimated, and she is full of expectations and enthusiasm for life.

This was something she had never felt in the first half of her life.

"Hey, maybe my son is too busy with work. It seems that I can't wait to see him for the last time."

Meng Yinglan sighed subconsciously, closed her eyes and prepared to stop holding on.

"Excuse me, is Huang Haoran's mother in this nursing home?"

At this time, a man's voice came from outside the nursing home, and Meng Yinglan, who was already furious, suddenly heard her son's name in her consciousness. She forced herself to hold back her breath and opened her eyes.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man and woman came out when they heard the voice, and saw two young men and women in their 20s carrying a lot of things in their hands, looking into the nursing home.

"Hello, uncle. My name is Xu Xiaojun. This is my girlfriend Wang Xinye. We are both Huang Haoran's college classmates and good friends. We came to see Huang Haoran's mother." The young man said.

"You are Huang Haoran's friends, so why didn't Huang Haoran come with you? Doesn't he know that the old mother who adopted him and raised him is going to die?" the middle-aged woman said angrily.

"Ah? Auntie..." Wang Xinye was taken aback. Although Huang Haoran told them that his mother was not in good health, he never said that her mother was very old.

When the two heard the news that Meng Yinglan was living in the nursing home, they couldn't believe it, because Huang Haoran was about the same age as them, and they always thought that Huang Haoran's mother should be only 50 or [-] years old.It didn't even occur to her that Huang Haoran was an orphan adopted by her mother.

"Huang Haoran..." At this moment, Xu Xiaojun didn't know what to say.

At this time, Meng Yinglan's skinny hand on the hospital bed was raised slightly, and an old man understood her gesture, and wanted Xu Xiaojun and Xu Xiaojun to come in and talk, so he shouted to them: "Young man, come in, This is Huang Haoran's mother."

Seeing this, Xu Xiaojun and Wang Xinye walked to Meng Yinglan's side. The moment they saw Meng Yinglan, they both felt sad.

"Auntie, we are Huang Haoran's friends, and we came to see you on Huang Haoran's behalf." Wang Xinye looked at Meng Yinglan and held back his sadness.

"Young man, tell Yinglan why her son hasn't visited his old mother for two years, and why he can't even make a phone call." An old lady said.

"Auntie, Haoran, he died two years ago!" Wang Xinye said softly, at this time, they must tell the truth, although it may make the old man unable to bear the blow, but it is better than letting the old man take Sorry to leave well.

Hearing Wang Xinye's words, everyone's faces were filled with grief. It turned out that they had wrongly blamed Huang Haoran.

"Two years ago, Huang Haoran went to meet a client. He was hit by a car while crossing the road. He was rescued in the hospital for three days and finally died. Before he died, let's not let the news of his death be premature. Tell auntie, he said that auntie is not in good health, afraid that auntie will not be able to bear the blow, let us help to send money to auntie every month." Xu Xiaojun said.

"Now that two years have passed, we thought that Auntie must have doubts, and we also had a premonition in our hearts, so we decided to come and tell Auntie the news, but we didn't expect Auntie..." Wang Xinye said with a sore heart, and she couldn't help crying. Couldn't help staying.

"Auntie, before Haoran died, let us send you a sentence: If there is an afterlife, I will still be your son!" Xu Xiaojun knelt down to Meng Yinglan and kowtowed three times in a row. He was sending his mother off for his good brother. a ride.

"My son!" Meng Yinglan suddenly opened her mouth to say a few words when she heard Xu Xiaojun's words. Although the voice was very soft and weak, the people beside the hospital bed could still hear clearly.

Then two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Meng Yinglan's eyes, and she died immediately.

Everyone has a look of grief and bitterness.

(End of this chapter)