As night fell, the Shen family's servant was about to go upstairs with porridge when he was stopped.
"Sister Liu, I'll take it to grandma."
Shen Yinan took the dinner plate from the other person’s hand, walked to the innermost room on the third floor, and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
An old voice came from the room, Shen Hua coughed a few times and got up from the bed.
Shen Yinan put down the porridge, walked over quickly, picked up a soft pillow and placed it on Shen Hua's back, moving it along the old man's back.
After a long while, Shen Hua finally calmed down.
She patted Shen Yinan’s hand and said soothingly: “Don’t worry, my old bones are useless, but they can still last for a few more years.”
Shen Yinan pursed his lips: “Grandma, you will live a hundred years.”
“Okay, okay.” Shen Hua reached out and patted Shen Yinan’s head, “Grandma also hopes to spend more time with you.”
Shen Yinan took the porridge, stirred it a few times, and made sure it was no longer cold before handing it to Shen Hua.
The old man's movements were a little slow, but much better than before.
While eating porridge, Shen Hua asked Shen Yinan about his recent studies and company internship.
Although Ana Shen always picked out good news to tell, Shen Hua had been in charge of the company for many years and was very keen to guess that Ana Shen was not well-liked in the company.
But after hearing that Shen Yinan was promoted based on his own planning proposal, his frown loosened again.
She asked Shen Yinan to go to the company so that he could learn and gain experience, start from the grassroots level, and understand the company's situation faster.
Wait until the company's grassroots understand the situation before letting him move to the management level.
She is almost eighty years old and in poor health. She may die one day. She must let Shen Yinan learn some skills as soon as possible so that he will not be bullied when she dies in the future.
Fortunately, Shen Yinan was also very hardworking and never complained.
Looking at the gentle-looking young man in front of him, Shen Hua recalled the scene when they first met.
That was the summer three years ago.
After learning the news about Shen Yinan, she and her secretary took a car for more than two hours to reach the village.
After they arrived at the village, they went straight to Zhao's house, but they didn't find anyone. After searching for a long time, they found Shen Yinan by the river.
The eighteen-year-old boy was standing by the river holding a stone and a notebook, looking down at the rushing water.
Under the glaring sunlight, the boy's skin was so white that it was transparent, as if it would disappear in the next second.
As Shen Hua was about to get out of the car with the help of his secretary, he saw a young man not far away close his eyes and jump straight into the river.
She was so scared that her voice was almost distorted. Fortunately, the secretary knew how to swim and went down to pull Shen Yinan up.
After Shen Yinan coughed up a few mouthfuls of water, he thanked them and turned to walk towards the river again.
Shen Hua quickly stopped him.
The boy was soaked to the skin, and his pale lips twitched. “Don’t worry, I won’t die in front of you. I just want to get my things.”
He also considered that dying in public would scare people.
A notebook did float up in the river, and the secretary took it back and handed it to Shen Hua.
It is the admission letter from S University.
A few days ago, Shen Yinan was admitted to S University with a good score in the top 50 in the province.
Shen Hua couldn't help but ask him why he wanted to commit suicide.
Shen Yinan lowered his eyes and told the truth: “My family has no money to pay for college tuition, so it’s better to die. I don’t have to drag others down.”
The old lady's eyes became moist at that moment.
With such good grades, there must be many people who want to sponsor him, but he said he has no money!
Before she came, she had heard that the Zhao family withheld the money donated to Shen Yinan by kind-hearted people, and now they don’t even let him go to college!
The adopted son of the Bai family was spoiled and had everything he wanted, but her own grandson even had difficulty in studying. What kind of hard life had Shen Yinan lived through all these years!
"Child, I am your grandma..." Shen Hua held his hand, tears streaming down her face. "Don't worry, child, grandma won't let you suffer in the future."
…
Shen Hua's eyes were a little moist.
Shen Yinan paused: "What's wrong? Grandma?"
"Thinking back to when you first returned to the Shen family." Shen Hua's eyes were filled with mockery. "At that time, you thought I was a bad guy."
When this was mentioned, Shen Yinan’s face flushed.
When he first returned to the Shen family, he was still very cautious.
Shen Hua took the paternity test and the birth certificate from the hospital, but Shen Yinan always felt that this kind of plot that only happened in TV dramas would not happen to him.
I even wondered if my organs would be taken away.
After all, there is nothing on me that is worth others' covetousness.
But over time, under Shen Hua's gentleness and patience, Shen Yinan gradually accepted the facts.
Shen Hua was really nice to him, just like when they first met.
With her, Shen Yinan truly understood the meaning of the word "family affection".
He rested his head gently on Shen Hua's lap.
Under the warm yellow light, this moment is extremely warm.
*
Shen Hua was still quite weak and soon felt sleepy again.
Turning off the lights, Shen Yinan quietly walked back to his room.
The computer screen was still on, and rows of emails were neatly arranged in the outgoing mailbox on the mailbox interface.
The latest one was sent before entering Shen Hua's room, and I haven't received a reply yet.
To be precise, all emails were unanswered.
The recipient was a staff member of the sponsored project ten years ago.
Gu's sponsorship activity required the sponsored students to write letters regularly to a fixed address, saying that a few articles would be selected for exhibition.
At the beginning, Shen Yinan racked his brains and picked out many words of praise from good words and sentences, fearing that he could not express his gratitude.
Later, someone called Zhao's home and told him, "You don't have to write so exaggeratedly, like you're praying to Buddha. Just write whatever you want, and don't write if you don't want to."
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