One way to go north

Chapter 231 He said that I am Lan Xinhui quality 2
However, when he had the opportunity to set foot on this land again, he only dared to sneak into this alley under the cover of night every day when he was swallowed by concern, secretly, after smelling the rain. Secretly, drenched in drizzle, just to feel the feeling of walking on the bluestone road again, or, secretly, looking forward to occasionally seeing the person who once in a dream in a far corner The figure that appeared for the first time, is that kind face still the same?

However, every time he peeped at her face, he would feel that she was older than the last time, and the guilt and apology would torture him so much that he would not be able to sleep that night...

Countless times, he really wanted to go forward, ask for their forgiveness, and ask them to accept his son again, but he couldn't...

With his identity, he is not allowed to make any mistakes. What he is afraid of is that any clues will be found out about his past identity and his relationship with Run Nan, and everything will be exposed...

On days like that, he is a ghost lurking in the dark, unable to see the sun, once exposed, his own soul will be scattered, and the whole plan will come to nothing...

Now, he can finally stand in the sun openly, he can finally return to this alley that he thinks about day and night, but, can he walk through that door?
near...

getting closer...

His heart started beating wildly.

He is really rarely so nervous. Even if there is a gun pointed at his head, he will not be nervous. Life and death are to him, but the difference between opening and closing eyes; In those days, he had never been nervous, he had already learned that the more dangerous he was, the calmer he was...

However, on such a sunny day, walking in the quaint alleys, he was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and his heart was even more fluttering...

Finally, he stopped and looked up at the plaque with the words "Liang Family's Private Kitchen", hesitating...

It was noon, and there was an endless stream of people eating. It seemed that the business was very good. Then, should he go in?

After wandering for a long time, I finally made up my mind and walked in.

A waitress girl in blue and white overalls came up to him and asked if he had a reservation.

He said no and asked for a private room.

The little girl led the way, took him into the private room, took out the menu and asked, "Sir, are you waiting for someone, or ordering now?"

In fact, he was looking around all the way. Over the years, the restaurant has expanded a lot.

With the improvement of living standards, many families in the alleys have moved out and lived in bungalows with elevators. The few families around the hotel are no exception. Now, they are all rented by the Liang family and renovated. This private restaurant is really Looks good.

He looked around the small private room, and it was also antique, from the decoration to the furnishings, it had a taste of the late Qing Dynasty, not bad, in line with the tastes of those arty people.

The little girl was still waiting for him to speak, he thought for a while, and said, "Can I ask your lady boss to come over?"

"What's the matter, sir? Maybe I can help you." The little girl thought he was really an ordinary guest.

He shook his head and said again, "Tell your lady boss that an old friend wants to see her...but...don't let the boss know."

"This..." The little girl was obviously a little embarrassed.

He smiled, borrowed the pen and paper from the little girl's hand, wrote a few words in a swish, folded it, and handed it to her, "Well, give this to your lady boss, and it doesn't matter what happens to her after reading it." It's your business."

The little girl frowned and thought for a while before reluctantly agreeing.

After the note was taken away, he became more nervous and a little restless. He stood up and walked around in the private room, but he still couldn't calm down his beating heart. So he sat down again, picked up the teacup and poured water for himself. Unexpectedly, His hand holding the teapot was trembling slightly...

He smiled wryly, put down the teapot again, and tapped his five fingers on the table lightly, imagining what it would be like if they met each other, and what he would do.

Finally, the door was opened...

Standing at the door was the woman he missed. Her hair was covered with blue hair, which had been weathered, neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head, just like her back then...

Although her hair was stained with frost, she was in good spirits. She was dressed in a satin dress with dark red plum blossoms on a black background, which made her look richer than before. However, the moment she saw him for the first time, tears welled up in her eyes.

He was also stunned for a moment, and the time turned back, as if back in those days, he lay prone in front of the table, watching her comb with a wooden comb soaked in water, and when she needed it, he handed her a A black hair clip, very small, the most unpretentious style...

Such a picture made him think in the past 30 years that a woman with a bun like that is the most gentle and beautiful in the world, and it is also incomparable to his jeweled biological mother...

He still remembers that she would hug him every time after finishing his bun, and then make him breakfast, no matter how old he was, even if he went to junior high school later.

After living in school, he always likes to sleep with her when he comes back. He always watches her comb her hair after waking up, and always hands her a small black hairpin. No matter how time passes, she always likes it. With such a small hairpin, and she always hugs him after combing her hair before doing other things...

He, on the other hand, would always call out again after she turned around, "Mom..."

She would turn around with a smile and ask him what's wrong?
He didn't know what to say, so he just said, "It's nothing, I just think...Mom, you are so beautiful!"

She would be very happy, obviously very happy, and she would scold him with a smile, "You bastard, you're making fun of Mom! Mom is getting old!"

Heh, in every child's heart, their mother is always the most beautiful, no matter how old she is...

He stared at the door in a daze, and in front of his eyes were the images of the past and the reality that overlapped and merged continuously, while she also stood in a daze, with tears in her eyes and slightly parted lips, but she couldn't utter a single word...

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

After a long time, he suddenly said inexplicably, "Mom... you... are so beautiful..."

Her tears suddenly rolled down, rushed in, wanted to hug him, but stopped halfway, just covered her mouth and cried, just cried...

He couldn't sit still anymore, stood up, embraced the crying woman, his eyes were red, and he said, "Mom! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mom..."

She couldn't make a sound, sobbing and beating him, "Damn child! Why are you back? Why are you back? Do you remember my mother?"

He knew that his mother would not abandon him, definitely not!Just like picking him up when he was abandoned back then, no matter when, when there is only one him left in the world, he will definitely be able to bring him home again...

Tears, accompanied by her tears, meandered down, and he knelt down in front of his mother and kowtowed to admit his mistake, "Mom, I'm sorry, my son is not filial. I just came to see you now. I don't ask your forgiveness, as long as I know that my mother is doing well. As long as...you can let the baby call mom again..."

As soon as his words came out, she cried even harder. The tears fell like broken threads, dripping on his head and face...

She pulled him hard, trying to pull him up, "You damn child! Get up! Who wants your apology? You want my forgiveness, stick your ass up first, and let me spank your little ass!"

He burst out laughing, he was naughty back then, he heard these words a lot, but how can a man in his late thirties hold back his laughter when he hears someone say he is going to spank his little ass?So, the tears rolled down from the smile...

Hearing his laugh, she pinched his arm angrily, but, when was that delicate little arm so thick?Pinching it is like pinching a piece of iron...

Relieved and angry at the same time, "Is it grown up? Will you bully Mom when you grow up? Mom can't beat you now, and can't pinch you anymore. Why are you still mad at Mom?"

"Mom! Hit! Hit!" He stood up, looking around.

"What are you looking for?" She asked, wiping the tears off her face.

"Tao Zhi'er! Where was that Tao Zhi'er when I was a child? It hurt when we fought!" He rummaged through it deliberately.

She laughed with tears in her eyes, "How can there be here? I will keep it in my room later!"

(End of this chapter)