Even though she was sitting in a wheelchair, the old woman's back was straight and her posture was excellent.

The smile on her face made her look particularly kind.

The little boy stood there motionless, looking alert, "Grandma, how do you know my name is Cheng?"

"Of course I do."

The old woman smiled and said, "I was the one who gave this name."

Knowing that she had recognized the wrong person, the little kid didn't say anything more, turned around and ran away quickly.

I returned to the ward and had just climbed onto the bed when Sister Lan came back.

The little bun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day at noon, the little bun slipped to the backyard again.

At a glance, I saw an old woman sitting in a wheelchair basking in the sun.

On one side is a bustling fitness equipment area where elderly people gather in groups of three or five, either praising their cute and sensible grandchildren, or complaining about their sons and daughters who are so busy that they are nowhere to be seen.

On the other side, the old woman sat there with no expression on her face.

Although his expression was calm, he looked pitiful and no one cared about him.

The little bun looked sympathetic and hesitant.

After glancing again and again, the old woman seemed to have discovered him.

She waved at him with a smile, "Ah Sheng, would you like some oranges?"

As she spoke, the old woman slowly took out an orange from her pocket.

Then, his expression froze.

The orange was crushed, and my pockets and hands were covered with wet juice.

The old woman seemed to have not expected that it would be rotten, and she was just stunned.

The little hand took the orange away and grabbed the handkerchief beside her to wipe her hands.

The old woman looked up at the little kid, and the smile on her stunned face deepened, "My Ah Sheng is the best!"

…

Knowing that the little bun disliked the bitter white veins, the old woman did not persuade him. She peeled the veins one by one, then handed the plump orange to the little bun, "Eat it..."

"Grandma Yu, why don't you go home?"

The little bun asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Is your Ah Sheng not filial to you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Grandma Yu raised her eyebrows and pretended to be fierce and said, "My Ah Sheng is the most obedient and filial. He just went to a very far place and couldn't find his way home."

"Then you don't have any other children? My parents gave birth to two children, and I have an older sister. She is so kind to me."

Other children.

The smile on Grandma Yu's face faded a little. "I have four sons. But the other three are not good kids. I like A Sheng the best!"

If they were good brothers, her Ah Sheng would not be lost! Her eyes sparkled and her vision became blurred.

When something was stuffed into her hand, Grandma Yu lowered her head and saw Little Baozi put a piece of candy into her palm. "Grandma Yu, when you are in a bad mood, eating a piece of candy will make you feel better. ... If your mouth is sweet, your heart will be sweet too!"

"well……"

Grandma Yu nodded and reached out to touch the little bun's head, "What a good child."

"Mrs. Lu, why are you here? Let me take you back to your room."

When the nurse trotted over, Grandma Yu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Then he turned around and looked at the little bun, still smiling, "Ah Sheng, be good, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

The little boy waved at Grandma Yu with a bright smile, turning back to look at her every few steps.

Madam Lu? Grandma Yu’s son’s last name is Lu.

I don’t know if my brother-in-law knows Grandma Yu’s favorite youngest son named Asheng.

Muttering to himself, the little kid ran towards the ward.

(End of this chapter)