Chapter 80 My Real Grandma
It was the first time for Xiaohui and Xiaocong, the brother and sister, to visit such a majestic general’s mansion. They were a little scared and followed Wen Ling closely.
Seeing Madam Huo walking towards them, he subconsciously hid behind Wen Ling.
But as Mrs. Huo got closer, her eyes became redder and redder, and she looked at them with a loving yet fragile gaze.
The two siblings felt the kindness emanating from Old Madam Huo, and they were no longer so afraid.
Let Mrs. Huo bend down and hug them one by one.
Mrs. Huo touched Xiaohui's head, then patted Xiaocong's shoulder. Her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence. She could only repeat over and over: "She looks so much like Xiaoyao. She looks just like Xiaoyao. She looks just like him..."
Xiaohui and Xiaocong also felt the long-lost warmth in Mrs. Huo's arms, which was the reliable warmth from their elders.
Sometimes blood ties are so magical that just by meeting each other in person, you can feel an extraordinary closeness.
After Madam Huo calmed down a little, Wen Ling greeted her, "Madam, your legs and feet are not convenient, let's sit down and talk slowly."
"Yes, yes, yes, sit down and talk slowly. Look at me, I'm old and useless. I got too excited and lost my manners."
After Mrs. Huo realized what was happening, she said repeatedly, "Come, come, come, sit down and chat over here. Everyone, sit down. Butler, hurry up and bring the tea!"
After everyone sat down and tea was served, Mrs. Huo couldn't wait to ask, "Princess Chen, can you tell us in detail about the two children's encounter?"
Wen Ling then told Xiaohui and the others how she met them in the slum that day.
When Mrs. Huo heard that the two children almost died in the slums, her heart was in a knot of nervousness.
Wen Ling said: "This is what happened. A maidservant beside me once saw Mr. Huo San when he was a child. She said that these two children look very much like Mr. Huo San.
In addition, I know physiognomy and I think Xiaohui is indeed from an extraordinary family, so I thought of bringing her here to have a look with Madam Huo.
Now that I have met Mrs. Huo, if you believe me, I can assure you that they are definitely your own blood children, and you are indeed their grandmother. ”
Old Madam Huo seldom goes out. Ever since her husband and son died on the battlefield, she no longer cares what happens outside.
So she didn't know the rumors about Wen Ling outside.
After receiving Wen Ling’s post yesterday, I asked the old housekeeper to go out and ask around.
All we know is that Wen Ling opened a handyman shop and was very skilled in fortune-telling and catching ghosts and monsters.
When Mrs. Huo heard Wen Ling tell her so confidently that the children were her son's flesh and blood, she rationally wondered why she could be so sure, but her heart really couldn't help but want to believe it.
She was overwhelmed for a long time, but finally reason prevailed.
Mrs. Huo smiled at Xiaohui and asked, "Child, can you tell Grandma Huo about your mother and father? And that wooden hairpin, is it really your mother's? How did it come from?"
Metaphysics aside, Mrs. Huo was still rational. She wanted to find out the whole story and also to find out which son's children these two were.
She knew that the three sons she gave birth to would definitely not be the kind of people who would have affairs outside and then abandon the children and their mothers outside the house and never bring them back.
Xiao Hui glanced at Wen Ling, who nodded encouragingly: "Just tell me everything you know. Madam Huo will send someone to investigate whether it's true or not."
Only then did Xiaohui dare to repeat what her mother had told her.
It turns out that Xiaohui's mother was not a native of the capital at first. She was a singing girl on a flower boat in Dongzhou City, which is next to the capital.
In her early years, she was the daughter of a wealthy family. She was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her name was Yang Qingwan.
Later, Yang Qingwan's father offended someone for unknown reasons. When he and his wife were returning from a trip, they were both killed by bandits who blocked their way. Yang Qingwan, who was only fifteen years old and had not yet married, was left at home.
The uncles and aunts not only occupied Yang Qingwan's family's land and properties, but also drove Yang Qingwan out alone.
Yang Qingwan, penniless, was wandering on the streets. In order to survive, she, who only knew how to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, had to go to a flower boat to sing and make a living.
It was at that time that Huo Lei, the eldest son of the Huo family, was traveling in Dongzhou with his friends and was taken to a flower boat to listen to music.
He happened to see Yang Qingwan being molested and raped by a drunken wealthy businessman. He saw the injustice and stepped forward to help her.
Later, the two went back and forth and fell in love.
Yang Qingwan was a prostitute who only sold her art and not her body, so Huo Lei simply redeemed her.
Originally, Huo Lei planned to take Yang Qingwan directly back to the capital.
But for some unknown reason, one day Huo Lei suddenly left without saying goodbye and disappeared without a single word.
Yang Qingwan didn't even know his real identity. She only knew that he came from the capital and had a wooden hairpin on his hand that he had carved himself.
Yang Qingwan was already pregnant at that time. She had no choice but to go to the capital to find someone, even if it was just to get an explanation.
But Beijing is so big, and she only knows Huo Lei's name. Where can she find him?
Soon she gave birth to a pair of children alone in the capital.
After having children, it was impossible for her to go back to her old singing career. She could only do some rough work such as washing and mending, and support herself and her two children by relying on her savings and income from Weibo.
As a result, the hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune only strikes the unfortunate people.
A thief targeted Yang Qingwan, a woman with two children, and stole everything from her house while she was not at home.
When Yang Qingwan rushed home, she only had time to snatch back the two children.
Later, Yang Qingwan had no choice but to move to a slum where the rent was cheaper with her two children, and then worked hard to raise her two children.
Because of long-term fatigue and depression, he finally fell ill.
What happened next was what happened after Wen Ling extended a helping hand.
Xiaohui was already in tears after she finished her story. Her eyes were red. "My mother told me about what happened back then over and over again. I have memorized it by heart and I will never remember it wrong.
Grandma Huo, I just want to ask you, Huo Lei, is he really your son? Is he really the young master of the general's mansion?
Why did he suddenly abandon my mother back then, causing her to live such a hard life for so many years? ! ”
When Mrs. Huo heard this, she burst into tears: "My eldest son's full name is Huo Yao, and his courtesy name is Lei. Huo Lei is my eldest son!"
A courtesy name is just a nickname used by close people. Outsiders only know that the Huo family has Young Master Huo Yao, so how would they know Huo Lei?
Xiao Hui murmured, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is... No wonder my mother couldn't find Huo Lei after searching all over the capital..."
Then Xiao Hui suddenly became emotional: "Then why did he leave without saying goodbye and abandon my mother?!"
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