Sweethearts are like lollipops

Chapter 874 Yan Mulin Extra Story: My Cute Little Koi 1
In the evening, the blood-red sunset fell on the horizon, and the clouds all over the sky were dyed a bright red, depressing color.

Rows of sheds, low, messy and dirty.

The non-stop machine noise came from the construction site not far away, filling the ears.

A tall and handsome figure, walking in the gray dust, a man with a chilling temperament, is particularly abrupt in this dilapidated background.

In front of the man, an aunt with a red armband enthusiastically led the way. Behind him, two young men followed, a man and a woman. The words "Mortal Angel Foundation" were printed on their clothes.

Turning into a row of sheds, I saw a thin figure of a woman squatting on the ground from a distance, folding a piece of corrugated paper into shapes of similar size, and then stacking them up.

"Sister-in-law Zhang!" The aunt with the red armband yelled loudly, "Someone is looking for you!"

The thin and stooped woman raised her head from a pile of waste products and looked at Aunt Liu and the young people behind her.

The light of the setting sun shone on the woman's gray and messy hair, which was tied up casually. Because of her thinness, her cheekbones looked a little high, and her eyes were dry and gray due to years of crying.

Facing the sunset, she couldn't see it very clearly, her eyes narrowed.

"Sister-in-law Zhang," Aunt Liu said after seeing Mrs. Zhang's slow movements, "Someone from the foundation is here to talk to you!"

Zhang Liucui was puzzled, some volunteers had come to offer condolences before, but now it's not a festival, why did someone come?

Zhang Liucui stood up, wanting to ask someone to come in and sit down. Several bundles of waste paper were piled up outside the door, and she went to lift them away. After squatting for a long time, she became dizzy and felt exhausted.

Suddenly someone stood up behind him, grabbing the nylon rope binding the waste paper with a big hand.

With a light touch of Zhang Liucui's hand, the man has easily lifted the five or sixty catties of waste paper and put it in front of the window by the door.

"Thank you!" Zhang Liucui watched as the tall young man removed several bundles of waste paper and piled them up neatly.

"You're welcome, Mom." The man turned his head and looked at Zhang Liucui.

The word "Mom" made Zhang Liucui startled. She used to be a mother, but the child was snatched away within a few days of birth. She didn't even have time to look at the child, let alone hear him call her mother!
On the contrary, Aunt Liu paused for a moment, then smiled happily, and said in a loud voice, "This is... this is Mrs. Zhang's son, have you found it? Is this Mrs. Zhang's son?"

"En." The tall man responded, and Yu Weize, president of the Mortal Angel Foundation, found information about his biological parents in G City, Lin Province.

When he was half a month old, he had a high fever at night. His father, Zhang Gaozhi, carried him to the hospital, but someone robbed him on the way.

His mother was in agony, and his father blamed himself and kept looking for his son. Unfortunately, he passed away in a car accident on the way, leaving his mother struggling.

Home is no longer home.

Yu Weize compared the DNA of Zhang Liucui and Yan Mulin, and in the documents left behind, it can be seen that the photos of Yan Mulin and Zhang Liucui's husband look very similar.

It is very likely that Yan Mulin is the child who was snatched by Zhang Liucui back then, but in terms of procedure, Zhang Liucui and Yan Mulin have to do a paternity test to confirm that they are mother and child.

The moment he saw Zhang Liucui, Yan Mulin believed that this thin woman was his mother, and the paternity test was just a process.

This is a happy event!Aunt Liu knew how miserable Mrs. Zhang was, she shouted excitedly: "Sister-in-law Zhang, your son has been found! He's back!"

Tears welled up in Zhang Liucui's eyes, she couldn't believe this moment had come!

Looking at the tall man with misty eyes, she wanted to see him clearly, but she couldn't stop her tears!
"Mom, don't cry, I'm back." Yan Murin supported her mother's trembling shoulders. She cried hysterically. For more than twenty years, no one could understand her despair!
Yan Mulin held his mother's wrinkled and thin face with his broad hands, and comforted him: "Mom, don't be sad, I will always be by your side in the future."

"Ah Yong?" Zhang Liucui cried bitterly, "I can't see clearly!"

Yan Murin knew that his parents named him Zhang Yongqiang after he was born, and he said sincerely: "Yes, mother, I am your son Zhang Yongqiang, mother, don't cry."

Zhang Liucui couldn't bear it, and cried "Woooo", her bony hands tremblingly touched her son's handsome face.

Yan Mulin in the past, and Zhang Yongqiang from now on, bent slightly, letting this weeping woman caress his face over and over again with her hands that cleaned up the waste.

Aunt Liu was moved and wiped away a few tears, and gently patted Zhang Liucui's back to comfort her: "Sister-in-law Zhang, don't cry, your eyes are bad."

Zhang Liucui's tears were still welling up, and she whimpered, "I can safely go blind now that I see Ah Yong..."

-

Zhang Yongqiang stayed in this small and stuffy shed. Home is where his mother is.

In the evening, Zhang Liucui straightened and wiped her folding bamboo bed for her son to sleep on.

"It's okay," Zhang Yongqiang said, "Mom, you can sleep on the bed, I'll just lean on the chair."

Zhang Liucui was very guilty. There was not even a decent bed at home. She could tell that her son's appearance and temperament made him live well in another family's house, but he suffered when he came back.

In the end, Zhang Liucui couldn't say no to her son. She slept on the bamboo bed, but couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning. She was reluctant to fall asleep and was afraid of falling asleep, so she wanted to keep looking at her son.

Even if she couldn't see clearly, as long as she knew he was there, she would feel at ease.

Zhang Yongqiang leaned on a chair, knowing that his mother was not asleep, he moved the chair to the side of the bed, held his mother's hand, and said, "Mom, go to sleep, I am here, always."

Zhang Liucui's tears flowed down again, she bit her lip and did not cry out.

Feeling the strength of her son's hand, Zhang Liucui gradually fell asleep.

When Zhang Yongqiang woke up in the morning, he saw that the curled up figure on the bamboo bed was no longer there. Outside the house, there was the sound of the stove fanning and the smell of fireworks.

After crying for a long time, she said hoarsely, "Sister-in-law Wang, please borrow an egg, my son is back! Yes, my son is back! One, one egg will do."

There was faint excitement in her voice, Zhang Yongqiang listened and smiled, looking out from the door, that thin figure was busy by the stove.

Soon, Zhang Liucui came in with two bowls of noodles, and said, "Ah Yong, it's time to eat noodles."

"Okay." Zhang Yongqiang sat down at the small low table. For a tall man, this table was as small as a house.

Zhang Liucui said apologetically: "The house is not good, and there is nothing delicious..."

"Mom's noodles are delicious." Zhang Yongqiang picked up the noodle bowl to eat, took two mouthfuls of noodles, and saw a boiled egg.

Mom borrowed it from him...

After breakfast, Zhang Yongqiang said, "Mom, I'm going out for a while."

"Where is Ah Yong going?" Zhang Liucui worried.

Zhang Yongqiang handed his mother a note and said, "This is my phone number, Mom, if you have anything to do, call me, and I'll be right back."

"...Okay." Zhang Liucui held the note tightly, watching her son's tall figure walk through the low shed.

-

In a securities company, a round manager flipped through a resume casually, and said arrogantly, "You only have a high school degree?"

The man sitting across the desk had an extraordinary bearing. He said calmly, "I have passed the written test, Manager Lin. I know everything about securities."

"It's just fur!" Manager Lin didn't glance at the written test paper next to him, "Young man, I advise you to work hard and go to a university, you won't even be able to pass the university, heh..."

The resume was thrown in front of the young man from the opposite side.

A thin and tall assistant quickly said: "Zhang Yongqiang, you can go back. Manager Lin asked you to study more. It's useless to talk about it."

Zhang Yongqiang picked up his resume, said "Excuse me", and left Manager Lin's office.

Looking at Zhang Yongqiang's disappearing back, the secretary said in a low voice, "Manager Lin, this Zhang Yongqiang doesn't have a good education, but he is very capable. He performed very well in the three rounds of interviews just now!"

"You can't keep him!" Manager Lin said in a deep voice, "A light that is not fuel-efficient will make great achievements in the future!"

The secretary quickly echoed: "Manager Lin has a vision!"

On the top floor of the securities company, in the director's office, a calm middle-aged man stood in front of the large French windows, watching a tall young man walk out of the company's gate.

"Secretary Wang," Director Yang ordered, "Go ask Zhang Yongqiang to come back!"

"Director Yang!" Secretary Wang reminded, "Manager Lin rejected Zhang Yongqiang! During the interview, Zhang Yongqiang's performance was too good. If we keep him, we are afraid that his performance will be too good in the future, and he will step on us instead!"

"What are you afraid of!" Director Yang is full of confidence, "There is also a reason why the coach is afraid of good generals? Please come back!"

"Okay!" Secretary Wang ran out quickly, chasing after Zhang Yongqiang.

-

In the evening, when Zhang Yongqiang returned to the shed, someone came to the house and was installing the bed.

"Ah Yong," Zhang Liucui felt reassured when she saw her son, "Mom bought you a bed. I'm afraid it's not suitable for you because you are tall, so I can only make do with it."

"Very good, thank you mom." Zhang Yongqiang smiled, for a bed of several hundred yuan, mom would have to pick up so much trash to save it up, but she was willing to do it!

The master who brought the furniture had just left when another person came outside the door, calling respectfully: "Young Master Yan!"

Zhang Yongqiang turned around, the smile on Zhang Liucui's face faded, feeling uneasy.

"Mom, let me go out for a while."

Zhang Liucui watched her son leave with a man in a black suit. Not far away, there was an elderly man standing beside a black car.

The old man was imposing, Zhang Liucui understood that he was a powerful person.

"Rin'er." Yan Chuande called out lovingly.

"Mr. Yan." Zhang Yongqiang said in a low voice, "My name is Zhang Yongqiang now."

"Lin'er..." Yan Chuande looked at the surrounding environment, feeling very distressed, "Go back with grandpa, grandpa said that you are still the young master of the Yan family, and grandpa has always treated you very well. In my heart, you are My own grandson."

"Thank you Mr. Yan for the wrong love," Zhang Yongqiang did not waver in the slightest, "I have my family and home, and I will live here from now on."

"Rin'er," Yan Chuande said sincerely, "you can take your mother back to Yan's house, and there will be servants to take good care of her."

"No need," Zhang Yongqiang said, "My mother, I will take care of myself."

"Rin'er," Yan Chuande couldn't help feeling sad, "Grandpa misses you very much. I know that our Yan family is sorry for you and your family, but grandpa's feelings for you are true! If you want to stay, grandpa can't help it. But from now on, you will visit grandpa often, okay?"

Zhang Yongqiang looked at the old man in the twilight, recalling the past when he accompanied him, and couldn't help himself, so he responded: "En."

"Okay Lin'er, you have to be well," Yan Chuande said sadly, "The Yan family is also your home, and grandpa is waiting for you to come back anytime."

-

When Zhang Yongqiang returned to the shed, Zhang Liucui was still standing in the middle of the room in a daze.

"Mom." Zhang Yong called out forcefully.

Zhang Liucui suddenly raised her head, and immediately said indifferently, "Ah Yong, you go back with them, mom is fine seeing you, don't worry."

"I'm right here, Mom." Zhang Yongqiang said calmly, "This bed looks good, Mom, it must be very comfortable to sleep at night."

Facing his son's bright smile, Zhang Liucui's eyes were filled with tears.

-

half year later.

Some people came to the shed, all neighbors next door, who used to take care of them.

Zhang Liucui's son bought a house in a nearby community and was about to move, so everyone came to help.

"Be careful, be careful!" Zhang Liucui warned, "The bed is newly bought, don't scratch it."

Zhang Yongqiang smiled slightly, looked at his mother Zhang Luo, and said, "Mom, there are furniture in the new house. In fact, the furniture here doesn't need to be moved."

"Use it if you can," Zhang Liucui said, "Save a little, Ayong asks for money to marry a wife, and mother uses old things."

The neighbors are envious.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, Ah Yong is so capable, he bought a house in half a year!"

"The days will be easier in the future, just waiting to have a grandson!"

"I don't know which girl is lucky to marry Ah Yong!"

"Does Ah Yong have a girlfriend?"

……

The neighbors were joking, and Zhang Yongqiang's smile faded.

Two years later, there is still no news of sister Nianjin, and there is no news of sister Nianjin from Ye Jiulan either.

Where is sister Nianjin?Has she given birth to Ye Jiulan's child?Is she okay?

-

The new house is on the first floor. Zhang Liucui has bad eyesight, so Zhang Yongqiang bought it for his mother's convenience.

Zhang Yongqiang has a good job and earns more than enough money to support his family. He told his mother not to pick up scraps.

But Zhang Liucui loves money, and if he can share more for his son, he will share a little, and he still goes around, moving this and that waste to his house.

A good balcony, other people's house raised fish and flowers, so beautiful, their house turned into a waste transfer station.

But Zhang Yongqiang didn't say anything, and let his mother be busy.

He knew that it was his mother's living habits, it was her belief, and it was also the most simple love for her son from the bottom of her heart.

　(Thanks to the little fairy Momo for the reward.)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)