Chapter 421 The Old Lady Comes to Beijing
Gu Yasheng's Heshengtang has successfully transformed.
The Bo family showed their strength in the election. At this time, no matter how low-key they were, they still attracted the attention of the top leaders. Bo Qihua simply stopped the pace of rapid development and devoted all his efforts to cultivating the younger generation of the Bo family.
The mainland began to take over everything in Xiangcheng. After a year and a half of continuous observation, it made the decision to uproot the dark forces and launched the action with great force.
Many local people in Xiangcheng have been hiding for a year. After discovering that the mainland did not care at all, they felt that even if they had a big move, they would not be too strict. The dark forces that relaxed their control over their subordinates were suddenly promoted and had no time to react.
Not only was the stronghold destroyed, but all the things that the cunning rabbit had hidden in his three burrows were also taken away.
Even the roots were uprooted!
Because the Bo family and Gu Yasheng made the right judgment, responded quickly, and always strictly required the people around them, although they were affected, they were all within the controllable range.
In the past two years, the old lady tried her best to make up for it. Although she was unable to do so, and compared with her previous treatment of Bo Qixia, it was a world of difference, but she was indeed very attentive.
It is said that belated affection is cheaper than grass, how can this deep maternal love be measured?
Old Mrs. Bo did not seem to want Bo Qihua's forgiveness. She just wanted to fulfill her responsibilities as a mother and give her the love that she owed her eldest daughter before.
Let her know that she has always loved her.
After three years of holding on, Mrs. Bo called Fan Qingyi and said, "Yiyi, grandma wants to go to Beijing to visit the place where your mother and you grew up. Are you free to pick me up?"
Fan Qingyi smiled.
"Yes, I'll book a ticket now and catch the first flight tomorrow to pick you up. Grandma, wait for me."
It was three days later that the old lady arrived in Beijing.
Her mental and physical state seemed to be much worse than in previous years.
Fan Qingyi wanted to take her to the hospital for a checkup, but the old lady shook her head and refused, "I'm so old now, I don't mind death anymore. After seeing the place where you and your mother lived, I won't have any regrets..."
"Grandma..."
Old lady Bo patted her hands and sighed softly, "Good child, grandma knows, grandma knows, no need to say..."
Fan Qingyi looked at the old lady, saw the death in her eyes, and an unknown sadness spread from the bottom of her heart.
She didn't dare to ask her grandma to stay with her for a few more years, for fear that old lady Bo would leave with regrets because of her words.
She was very sad.
Sad for her mother, who would soon be without a mother.
Fan Qingyi no longer mentioned the physical examination, and took the old lady to the place where she was born and saw the room where she and Bo Qihua lived.
The place was in a state of disrepair and on the verge of collapse. It was no longer habitable, but the Fan family still lived there.
Fan Jiefang had been reprimanded several times by Bo Qihua and Gu Yasheng, and he no longer dared to acknowledge Fan Qingyi as his biological daughter. He would hide away from her whenever he saw her.
The stepmother had the audacity to approach her several times, but was stopped by the bodyguards and could not get close to her at all.
In the yard, there were even piles of wheat straw from who knows how long ago, emitting an unpleasant smell.
Fan Qingyi stood there and told the old lady that she had lived there for a period of time. The old lady's eyes immediately turned red...
Fan Qingyi did not take the old lady to the Li family, but only took a walk around Aunt Song's house.
After returning to the capital, she took the old lady to meet several of her peers. The old lady, who grew up in a scholarly family, married into the Bo family and regarded her husband as her heaven, followed her son after her husband's death, and lived her whole life by relying on others, unexpectedly got along well with Liu Manying's grandmother.
The two old ladies were in the fields, one speaking Mandarin and the other speaking dialect, guessing and talking excitedly and lively.
Fan Qingyi simply bought land there and built a small yard, hired people for the old lady, and the two of them were together, chatting with old ladies of the same age nearby.
The old lady had a smile on her face, and was obviously much happier.
One day half a year later, Old Lady Ning didn't wait for anyone in the morning, so she ran to the old lady's residence to look for her. Halfway through, she found that the old lady was surrounded by a group of villagers.
"...Is this old lady dying?"
"I'm afraid she is, her face is as pale as a dead person..."
"Hey, where are her family members? Hurry up and find them, maybe they can still be saved..."
Old Lady Ning felt something was wrong, so she squeezed in and saw that it was really Old Lady Bo. She slapped her thigh anxiously, pointed at a familiar villager and shouted, "Go to the new courtyard at the entrance of the village and call for help. You guys help unload the door panel and help carry the old lady back..." She
made orderly arrangements while sighing.
When the villagers lifted the old lady up, Fan Qingyi and Li Wenfeng also came over. When Li Wenfeng saw the old lady's condition, he made a prompt decision, "I'll drive the car and take the old lady to the hospital."
After sending the old lady to the emergency room, Fan Qingyi immediately called the Bo family.
When Bo Qihua heard the news about the old lady, his face changed drastically. "We will charter a plane and go there right now. You... ask the doctor to help delay for a while. We need time."
"... OK."
Fan Qingyi hung up the phone and returned to the door of the operating room. She looked at Li Wenfeng who was waiting there, and her eyes immediately turned red.
Li Wenfeng walked over, hugged her in his arms, and gently patted her back.
"The old lady is already 90 years old. She is old. If anything really happens, it's a happy thing..."
Li Wenfeng was halfway through his words when he felt the wetness on his chest and the body in his arms trembled slightly. He sighed and couldn't say anything else.
The hospital tried to save her for five hours, but still declared a failure. The doctor
said, "The patient has lost the will to live, and the functions in her body..."
The doctor shook his head and persuaded Fan Qingyi and Li Wenfeng, "The nurse will push the patient back to the ward in a while. If you have anything to say, tell the old lady immediately. She... will only be gone today."
After that, he nodded to the two of them apologetically and left.
Fan Qingyi closed her eyes.
Li Wenfeng supported her shoulders and patted her gently, "The doctor has done his best. It's almost time. I'll go to the door to pick up my mother and uncle. You accompany the old lady back to the ward?"
"Yes."
When Bo Qihua came, the old lady was sitting at the head of the bed drinking something that smelled very bad. She looked very energetic and was talking and laughing with Fan Qingyi. Bo
Qihua was a little dazed.
When the old lady looked up and saw her daughter, her eyes softened instantly, and she smiled and called, "Ahua, you are here."
Fan Qingyi turned around, and there was sadness in his eyes.
Bo Qihua's eyes suddenly became hot.
That was not a good spirit, that was...
a last burst of energy.
Bo Qihua opened his mouth, "...Mom."
The old lady smiled and sighed, put the spoon in her hand into the bowl, and patted Fan Qingyi's hand, "Good boy, go out first, tell them not to come in, I have something to say to your mother."
"...Okay."
When Fan Qingyi turned around to look at the old lady, his eyes were full of smiles, which was completely different from when he looked at Bo Qihua.
But the three of them knew that the old lady's time was up.
Fan Qingyi locked the rest of the Bo family in the corridor. Bo Qihua walked to the bedside, looked at the edge of the bed and the stool not far away, and hesitated for a moment.
The old lady patted the edge of the bed, "Come sit here, we are closer..."
Bo Qihua looked at her silently, and walked over and sat down after a while.
"Ahua, Mom is dying. Before I die, Mom always feels that I have to say sorry to you..."