Chapter 210: The Love of Parents
Aunt Goose hurried to Xiaolian's house.
The old lady fantasized for a while at the door before going into the house and talking to Sang Ning and the others.
Inevitably, everyone thought of the sons of the Huo family.
Only Sang Ning secretly thought it was ridiculous.
It's so melodramatic.
This world is indeed a huge soap opera, full of loopholes and miracles.
The next day, Sang Ning met Aunt Goose's son, Zhao Xiaoyong.
Aunt Goose brought her son here to find a job in the coal yard.
His son had a simple and honest face, very ordinary, neither black nor white, not very tall, and did not look like someone who had been ill for a long time.
A person who has been in a coma for three years recovered so quickly?
"Zhao Xiaoyong, was the person who saved you a miracle doctor?" Sang Ning asked curiously.
"No, that's not the case. It was a kind-hearted man who hired a doctor and has been treating me." Zhao Xiaoyong was a little embarrassed and answered politely with his head down.
"Oh, when did you wake up? Why didn't you send a message earlier? Aunt Goose missed you so much!"
Zhao Xiaoyong looked at his mother and his eyes reddened.
"I just woke up two months ago, and as soon as I recovered a little, I rushed home."
Aunt Goose wiped her tears and said, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Mother doesn't ask for anything more."
The villagers nearby also offered their congratulations and comforted them.
Sang Ning smiled and said, "Then you can come to work tomorrow."
"Thank you, Madam Sang." Zhao Xiaoyong hurriedly thanked her.
The villagers all laughed and said, "It's good that Xiaoyong is back. Our village doesn't have to worry about starvation anymore. The government is distributing food, all thanks to Madam Sang and the Huo family..."
"You work hard, marry a wife, and give your mother a grandson..."
Blah blah...
Zhao Xiaoyong kept nodding and expressing his gratitude to the villagers for taking care of his mother.
Once again, I would like to thank Sanning.
Sang Ning casually asked, "Where is the person who saved you from? Is the doctor he hired skilled? My husband is not feeling well, and I'd like to see a skilled doctor."
"Yes, we haven't seen Mr. Huo for several days." The villagers were also very concerned.
"He vomited blood last time, and his face was so pale, it made me feel so sorry for him... Tsk tsk, no one can take his place in this disease. If I could, I would want to feel the pain for the young man!" said an old woman.
"Don't take over, let my old man take over. He's thick-skinned and useless anyway..."
The building is a bit crooked.
Sang Ning thanks these selfless aunts!
It was Aunt Goose who brought Lou Zheng back: "Xiaoyong, if the doctor who saved you is skilled, please help introduce him to someone."
Zhao Xiaoyong was embarrassed: "Actually, the doctor didn't do anything. He just gave me a few injections from time to time. He didn't expect me to wake up. He said that I woke up completely by luck.
I think I should be more grateful to Master Li for saving me. Without him, I would have died long ago."
Aunt Goose nodded heavily: "Yes, I should. Wherever he is, I must go there in person to thank him."
"Mother, it's far away. In Beiyuan City, someone did good deeds to pray for his sick daughter. Not long after I woke up, his daughter's illness was cured. Master Li said it was the blessing I brought, and he thanked me!"
Everyone was amazed at the reason.
But Aunt Goose was stubborn and kept nagging about repaying the favor.
Zhao Xiaoyong did not refute and said yes with a smile.
Sang Ning gave Qin Wangyuan a look in the crowd.
Of course, I have to inform Bai Yi about this matter. It would be safer to let Bai Yi check it out.
Who can be alive after being in a coma for three years? It’s not as advanced as modern times that can replenish the necessary nutrients.
And Mr. Li, it has nothing to do with him. Why would he bring a living dead person into his home and even hire a doctor?
Even if it's true, after lying still for three years without any caregiver to help him move around, his muscles must have atrophied!
It would be good if you can recover in one or two years. Two months after waking up, your limbs will be flexible and healthy.
wrong.
That's very wrong.
There was nothing unusual about Zhao Xiaoyong. He was very close to the villagers. Zhu Fansheng even asked him to visit his home in the evening to chat.
In the crowd, there was a young woman whose eyes kept following him.
The old man working next to her sighed.
"Xiao Lian, Xiao Yong has changed. Don't go to his house anymore."
Xiaolian lowered her head and tears fell.
Of course she knew he had changed.
In the past, no matter where she stood, his eyes would always find her.
Now, I don’t even look at it.
This is normal.
How could she, a widow, be worthy of him?
Don’t take what your aunt said yesterday seriously.
It is a blessing from God that he can come back.
"Xiao Lian."
Just when I was feeling sad, a familiar voice called out from above my head.
Xiaolian looked up in surprise.
"Brother Xiaoyong?"
"Xiao Lian, uncle, please come to my house for dinner when you have time. Thank you for taking care of my mother for the past three years."
Zhao Xiaoyong looked at Xiaolian with the same affection as before.
Xiaolian started crying again.
…
On the official road dozens of miles away from Liangzhou.
Several refugees chased after an old man with ferocious looks.
"Please, this is for my daughter. My daughter is suffering. Please have mercy on me, hero, good man, please..."
The old man was in tears and curled up into a ball, holding the bag tightly and not letting go even though he was punched and kicked.
"I can't give it to you, no, this is for my daughter..."
"Brother, if I can't get it out, I'll just kill him!"
"Why kill him? Just find a stick and break his arm!"
The refugees discussed with each other and looked everywhere for sticks, but they couldn't find any, so they found a big stone.
An ordinary horse-drawn carriage drove over.
These days, even ordinary horse-drawn carriages are not ordinary. As long as you are not a homeless refugee, there is money to be made from them.
The refugee's eyes flashed with greed, "Brother! We have a carriage!"
The moment the carriage passed by him, he grabbed the shaft and jumped on.
But almost at the same time, his head was cut off and his body rolled far away.
The two remaining refugees who were about to run over were frightened and ran back.
"Daughter! Daughter! Daddy is useless... Daddy will never see you again!"
The old man's cry was sad and desperate.
The carriage that had already passed by stopped.
The man in the veil on the car said calmly, "Bring it here."
A man flew down and ran towards the refugees at high speed.
After a few screams, the world became quiet, and a seemingly frail man carried the huddled old man onto the carriage.
The person in the car was dressed in white, spotless, sitting upright with an elegant demeanor.
The old man didn't dare to look and lowered his head to thank the man for saving his life.
"Where are you going to find your daughter?" asked the person in the car.
It turned out to be a woman's voice.
"I, I'm going to Liangzhou."
"From your accent, you seem to be from Pingyang. Why did you come to this remote place to look for your daughter?"
"Yes, I am from Pingyang. My daughter..." The old man couldn't help choking up again.
"Because of her in-laws' involvement, she was exiled to Liangzhou. Every night I dreamt of her suffering and being bullied there.
I only have this one daughter, and I miss her so much that I sold everything at home to come here and be with her."
Why……
The noble woman let out a faint sigh.
"Poor parents in the world."
"Let's go to Liangzhou together!"
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