She just didn't expect that Zhao Qingzhou's mother would come to the hospital.
She came without carrying anything and had to ask a nurse to find her room.
Upon seeing Liang Qing, Zhao's mother showed no expression.
Zhao's mother was a very refined woman. She wore glasses, a dress, and high heels, and carried a delicate black handbag. She knew how to draw her eyebrows and apply lipstick, but she didn't appear flirtatious; instead, she exuded elegance.
Liang Qing was also taken aback when she saw Zhao's mother.
She hesitated, unsure of how to address her...
Zhao's mother spoke first, "You've been in Beicheng for so many years, and when you encounter trouble, don't you know to come to us? When Qingyu was here, didn't he tell you my home address and my home phone number?"
Seeing that Liang Qing remained silent.
Zhao's mother said in a low voice, "This is not the boy's temperament. He always thinks things through very carefully."
Liang Qing burst into tears the moment she saw Zhao's mother.
"Auntie, I'm sorry."
"What happened back then was all my fault. No matter how much you hit me or scolded me, it was all my fault."
Zhao's mother calmed down. She had no choice; whenever she saw Liang Qing, she couldn't help but think of her youngest son who had been beaten to death.
Her youngest son has been kind since he was a child.
Back when they were sent to the countryside, their eldest son had a job, and they only had one youngest son, so they could use connections to avoid going to the countryside.
But then he heard on the radio that the countryside needs urban intellectuals like you to create a new world, and urgently needs talents like you.
It's simply because the country needs it.
Her kind-hearted youngest son volunteered to go to the countryside without hesitation.
Zhao's mother felt regretful. If she had known what her son would later suffer, she would have stopped him even if it meant committing suicide.
But it's too late now; there's no point in her saying anything more about regretting it.
Unexpectedly, Liang Qing was able to have the bloodline of her youngest son, Zhao Qingyu.
Regardless of gender, as long as they are grandchildren of the Zhao family, Zhao's mother is always happy.
“I won’t hit you or scold you. Qingyu wanted to help you himself. He’s been kind-hearted since he was little. When he was very young, he would take home any stray cats or dogs that were abandoned on the street. If I didn’t let him take them, he would cry pitifully.”
"At that time, I was thinking, did I give birth to a son? He looks like a little girl."
"I never expected that he would leave me with a little girl."
As she spoke, Zhao's mother took off her glasses and wiped away her tears.
Liang Qing felt absolutely indebted and guilty in front of Zhao's mother. She dared not say a word and listened attentively in silence.
Seeing her honest and simple-minded appearance, Zhao's mother really didn't want to make things difficult for her. In fact, she didn't come here to make things difficult for Liang Qing.
After a moment of silence, Zhao's mother said softly and helplessly to Liang Qing, "In that situation, I lost my son and completely lost my composure. Liang, please don't hold a grudge against me."
"Qingzhou called me and told me about your and the child's situation. I'm sorry you've suffered all these years."
“I’m not here today to make things difficult for you. After your child is discharged from the hospital, you can bring your child to live at my home.”
Seeing that Liang Qing was about to speak, Zhao's mother immediately said, "The child has an eye problem, so she needs treatment. She is our granddaughter, and we, as her grandparents, will pay for her medical treatment."
“You continue with your work, and leave the child to me. I was planning to retire anyway. You can move in, and once the child’s eyes have recovered, you can move out again. I won’t stop you.”
"But you can't stop us from seeing the children."
Liang Qing was so moved that she didn't know what to say.
She nodded, her voice choked with emotion.
She said, "Auntie, thank you. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I am truly grateful that you took Niannian in your arms and were willing to help her with her eyes."
Zhao's mother only said a few words: "She is my granddaughter too."
Zhao's mother asked about Niannian's condition, and then went in to see the child.
Upon seeing the child's youthful yet resembling her youngest son, Zhao's mother, who had just held back her tears, let them fall again.
"He looks just like Qingyu, so much so."
"Qingyu was just like her when she was little, delicate and pretty like a little girl."
Niannian heard a strange grandmother's voice and instinctively waved her hands in the air, calling out, "Mommy, Mommy, where are you?"
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