How devastated a mother must be when she loses her own daughter!
The only thing that has allowed me to persevere until now is that glimmer of hope!
If there is no hope in her heart anymore, how will she support herself and survive?
After returning to the farm, Tian An asked Qiu Shan to bring people to help them repair the car, and to pick up Deng Xue and the others, and then he went to the kitchen to cook porridge for the old lady.
An Rong settled her mother down and asked the maid to look after her before going to the kitchen.
"Ms. Tian, we are very grateful that you can take us in. How can we ask you to cook the porridge yourself? Let me do it!" As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and took the spoon from Tian An's hand.
Tian An didn't insist and handed the spoon to her, "Sister Rong, just call me An An."
"An An." An Rong called her again, then smiled and said, "Actually, based on the age difference between us, you should call me Aunt Rong."
Tian An poured a small dish of diced pumpkin into the porridge and said, "Sister Rong is so young, I really can't call her Auntie."
An Rong paused, a blush flashing across her face, "An An has a really sweet mouth, and is always good at praising people."
Then he subconsciously touched his cheek again, not knowing whether he was talking to Tian An or muttering to himself: "I'm already thirty, no matter how much I take care of myself, I can't be young anymore."
"No way! A woman is thirty-one and in her prime. Besides, if you don't tell me, people will only think you're eighteen!"
Tian An felt that he was not exaggerating at all. An Rong's face was well maintained and there was not even a wrinkle on it. She didn't look like a 30-year-old at all.
An Rong was amused by Tian An's words, "Where did you learn that? You're still in your prime at 31! When a woman reaches 30, even flowers should wither."
He shook his head in amusement, and then thought of his old mother on the bed, and said with some concern: "An An, my mother was not quite right just now, is she okay?"
Tian An knew that she was talking about the old lady who was in a trance and mistook her for her daughter.
"It's okay. She just woke up and isn't fully conscious. Then she saw my face, which is so similar to Sister Wan's, and her nerves are a little disturbed. She'll be fine once she wakes up again."
An Rong breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "Thank you, An An."
Tian An waved his hand and said, "Sister Rong, you're welcome. You helped us last time, and this is my way of repaying your kindness."
An Rong paused and said in confusion, "Last time?" She didn't remember when she had helped Tian An!
"There was one time when I came to the village. It was raining and one of our carriages got stuck in a mud pit. It was Uncle Fu who helped us pull the carriage out." Tian An reminded.
"So it was you that time!" An Rong suddenly realized.
Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he paused again, hesitating for a long while before cautiously asking, "An An, was there a person named Han with you last time?"
Han? Mr. Han? Mr. Han's family used to be noble in the capital. It's said that when their family was raided, many political enemies took advantage of their misfortune.
It looked like Sister Rong's family was quite large. Were they enemies or friends? Since this involved Mr. Han and Granny Qin, Tian An didn't dare take any risks.
He shook his head and denied it: "No!"
It’s better to ask Mr. Han first before making any plans!
If they were enemies, wouldn't it be harmful for her to reveal Mr. Han's whereabouts? If they were friends, she could explain it later. Whether or not to meet him was up to Mr. Han.
When An Rong saw Tian An shaking his head to deny it, she couldn't help but feel disappointed, and the loneliness in her eyes was visible to the naked eye.
Did she really hear it wrong that day?
The porridge in the casserole is soft, glutinous and sweet. Although the ingredients are simple, it is most suitable for the old lady to eat at this time.
After An Rong left with the porridge, Tian An quickly instructed Xiang Tao to go find Mr. Han and say, "We brought a few women back from the road today, and it might be inconvenient. Please stay at Uncle Yonghui's house for a few days."
Seeing that it was time for Mr. Han to finish school, Xiangtao ran away as soon as she received the order.
Finally, Mr. Han was blocked at the fork in the road leading back to Zhuangzi from the village school.
Mr. Han didn't think much about what Tian An meant when he learned about it. Besides, since there were female relatives coming to the village, it would be inconvenient for him to live there. So he turned around and went to Uncle Yonghui's house.
After the old lady woke up, she was just as Tian An said. She was mentally normal and remembered what she had done before. She was very embarrassed and insisted on coming to apologize to Tian An in person.
An Rong had no choice but to take her to find Tian An.
Although she knew in her heart that Tian An was not her Wan'er, she still couldn't calm down when she saw Tian An again. She couldn't help but want to hug Tian An, and always felt that hugging her was the same as hugging her own Wan'er.
The old lady couldn't control the desire in her heart. She looked at Tian An shamelessly, her eyes pleading: "Girl, can I hug you?"
Tian An paused, knowing that the old lady must be missing her daughter. She really couldn't refuse a mother's request, so she nodded in agreement.
He also took the initiative to go forward and hug the old lady.
The old lady hugged her back with trembling hands, and tears fell silently on Tian An's shoulders.
So similar, she really looks like her own Wan'er. When Wan'er was thirteen or fourteen years old, she should be as tall as An An!
Feeling the old lady's shoulders shrug, Tian An gently let her go, "Mother-in-law, why are you crying? An An stayed in the kitchen for too long, and the smell of chili peppers stained her body. Did it choke you?"
The old lady hurriedly pulled up her sleeves to wipe the tears from her face. "No, Grandma didn't cry either. She was just happy. She was so happy to be able to hold you in her arms."
Tian An held her hand and took out his handkerchief to wipe her face. "Don't cry if you're happy, otherwise An An will think you don't like An An."
Looking at An Rong and the maid standing behind the old lady wiping her tears.
Tian An guessed that the old lady might not have eaten yet, so he covered his stomach and laughed exaggeratedly, "Grandma, I've been busy all day and I'm a little hungry. I just saw Sister Rong cooking a big pot of pumpkin millet porridge! It looks so delicious. I wonder if An An can ask Grandma for a bowl too?"
If someone eats with her, she should enjoy the food more!
Tian An guessed correctly. With her accompanying the old lady and telling her funny stories from time to time to make her laugh, she had eaten two bowls of millet and pumpkin porridge without realizing it.
The old lady had suffered a lot today. After eating, Tian An chatted with her for a while, and she felt tired.
After An Rong and I helped her to sleep, the two left the room.
"An'an, thank you so much today. Ever since my sister got lost, my mother hasn't been this happy for a long time. In the past, she couldn't even finish a bowl of porridge, but today she ate two bowls. It's all thanks to you."
When An Rong said this, there was a little more light in her eyes, and it was obvious that she was really happy.
Tian An took her hand and went back to the dining hall. "Mother-in-law is full, it's Sister Rong's turn. You haven't had a full meal in a while! You came to my place today, so I should give you some face!"
An Rong is thin and you can tell at a glance that she doesn't eat well on weekdays.
These two mother and daughter are really...
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