CHAPTER 594: CHAPTER 593 WAITING FOR FLOWERS TO BLOOM

Zheng Hongmei stared blankly at her son, momentarily unsure of what to do.

She had imagined countless times the scene of reuniting with her son, but when it came to the actual meeting, she found fantasy was still fantasy, and no words were enough to describe her emotions at this moment.

There’s a saying that you feel timorous when approaching home; what are you afraid of? It’s the familiar scenes and the familiar people.

Zheng Hongmei probably felt something similar to that now.

In her imagination, she should rush over, then hug her son tightly, cry her heart out, and tell him how much she missed him, how much she loved him...

But at this moment, her feet seemed to have taken root; she couldn’t move at all.

With her heart slightly agitated, her body trembled a little. She looked straight at Yan Bin, tears streaming down her cheeks, blurring her vision. She reached to wipe them away, but couldn’t stop them.

"Bin... Bin..." Her voice was choked, almost unable to speak.

Just then, Yan Bin, who had been standing in the shadow of the eaves, stepped forward, stepping into the sunshine.

He looked timidly at his mother outside the courtyard, each step taken with caution.

Huang Lancai stood beside him silently, giving him an encouraging look.

Yan Bin’s steps gradually became firm, staring ahead as he walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing Yan Bin gradually walking towards her, Zheng Hongmei finally moved. The luggage she had been holding onto fell to the ground as she staggered forward to meet him.

Then, at the courtyard gate, the two met, one inside, one outside.

"You..."

Yan Bin had just uttered a word when Zheng Hongmei pulled him into her arms.

"Uh..."

The surge of emotions momentarily silenced her. She opened her mouth, producing several meaningless sounds, finally turning into a whimper.

She held her son tightly in her embrace, wishing she could meld him into her body.

Yan Bin felt a bit uncomfortable and struggled a little, but upon hearing the sobbing, his tense body slowly relaxed, and his arms, initially spread open, gradually rested on Zheng Hongmei’s back.

His palm lightly patted, saying, "It will all pass, don’t cry."

...

"It will all pass, don’t cry."

Zheng Min held him in her arms, gently patting his back, offering soft comfort.

Feeling the warmth emanating from his aunt’s body, Yan Bin gradually ceased crying.

With a choked voice, he asked, "Aunt, when are we going home? I miss mom and dad."

"Don’t worry, Aunt will definitely take you home... definitely..."

...

The voice of his aunt seemed still to echo by her ears.

His mother’s body radiated warmth just like his aunt’s.

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Lady Huang had also come out of the house at this time, standing in the shadows beneath the eaves, watching from a distance.

"It’s great he found his mom," Grandpa Liu sighed beside him.

Even with Lady Huang’s life experience, it was hard not to feel touched at this time.

Huang Lancai, who had been standing at the courtyard gate, got up and walked towards the two.

Her movement seemed to awaken Zheng Hongmei, or maybe it was after having vented her emotions, she finally came around.

She released Yan Bin, holding his face, carefully scrutinizing him.

"Binbin, my son, it’s you, right? It’s you, isn’t it? Do you still recognize me? I’m Mom..."

Yan Bin nodded, but for some reason, he couldn’t quite meet her eyes, perhaps because there was too much love in her gaze.

Seeing Yan Bin nod, Zheng Hongmei was overjoyed.

But it wasn’t unexpected. Yan Bin had been five years old when he got lost, and a five-year-old’s memory is quite clear, so it’s not surprising that he remembers her.

In fact, it was after he saw her that the previously blurry memories became clear.

And similarly for Zheng Hongmei, the tender face of Yan Bin in her memory gradually gave way to the appearance of the boy he was now.

However, she could still find a sense of familiarity from his childhood in his brows, which made her even more certain that the little boy in front of her was indeed her son, Binbin.

It seemed as if Zheng Hongmei remembered something and asked anxiously, "Where is your aunt? Didn’t your aunt come with you? Do you know where your aunt is?"

Hearing this, a look of anguish appeared on Yan Bin’s face, but before he could speak, Huang Lancai’s voice sounded from behind.

"Binbin’s mom, whatever you have to say, let’s talk inside."

Only then did Zheng Hongmei realize that they were still standing at someone else’s doorstep, which was really inappropriate.

"Alright, sorry for the trouble." Zheng Hongmei didn’t stand on ceremony.

But she didn’t want to let go of Yan Bin for a moment, so she held his hand, stepped out of the courtyard, picked up the luggage that had just fallen to the ground, and then led Yan Bin back into the courtyard.

In that short distance, Zheng Hongmei turned her head seven or eight times, as if afraid that by looking away, her son would disappear again.

Once inside the house, seeing the interior decor, Zheng Hongmei looked a bit uneasy.

Though the house appeared unremarkable from the outside, once inside, the various furnishings, while not luxurious, all seemed thoughtfully arranged by the owner.

The house was open on all four sides, with the windows covered by thin veils. Those outside couldn’t see in, but anyone inside could clearly see out.

This not only provided excellent lighting but also very good ventilation. Upon entering the house, one could immediately feel a gentle breeze blowing in, bringing a touch of coolness.

"Have a seat." Huang Lancai invited the two to sit down.

Lady Huang was not inside the house, seemingly deliberately avoiding the matter, leaving everything to Huang Lancai to handle.

"Thank you, may I ask who you are?"

Zheng Hongmei, holding Yan Bin’s hand, cautiously inquired as they sat opposite.

Huang Lancai did not answer right away but first poured them each a pot of tea.

Then she said, "It’s a long story, we’ll talk slowly."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

Only then did Zheng Hongmei release Yan Bin’s hand, lifting the teacup before her with both hands, but then quickly passing it to Yan Bin at her side.

"You drink, I’ll serve myself." Yan Bin picked up the teacup set before him.

Zheng Hongmei felt a bit disappointed, but quickly calmed herself, taking a small sip from the teacup. She indeed felt a bit thirsty.

However, even while drinking tea, her gaze never left Yan Bin beside her.

Seeing this, Huang Lancai didn’t drag things out any longer and directly asked Yan Bin, "Do you want to tell your mom, or should I?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Bin’s lips moved slightly, appearing somewhat anxious and uneasy. The past was anything but happy memories.

"I’ll say it," said Huang Lancai.

Yan Bin heaved a clear sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Then Huang Lancai began recounting the course of events, starting from that afternoon when Zheng Min went to her classmate’s...

With Huang Lancai’s narration, Zheng Hongmei’s emotions went from concern to anger, then to sadness, eventually all turning into tears of pain; she covered her mouth, softly sobbing, seemingly about to faint from distress.

Although Zheng Min often had conflicts with her elder sister, she had been raised by her since childhood. Though called sisters, their relationship was no different from a mother-daughter bond; her love for her was no less than that for her own son.

Hearing the sad news, she was overcome with grief.

Of course, Huang Lancai omitted part of the story, only mentioning Zheng Min’s dying wishes, which Yan Bin had also been informed about.

Yan Bin stood by, holding his mother’s shoulder to prevent her grief from making her collapse. He didn’t cry, perhaps because he had shed enough tears before, or maybe he already understood at a young age that crying wouldn’t solve anything...

When Zheng Hongmei’s sobs quieted down a bit, Yan Bin tentatively asked, "Mom... is our home still the same as before?"

This question had two meanings: one being whether their home was still in the same place as before, and the other being whether home was still the same as before, missing someone or gaining someone.

But obviously, Zheng Hongmei did not catch the deeper meaning of her son’s words, nodding directly, "Of course, we’re still living in the same place; we never moved in all these years."

Hearing this, Yan Bin pursed his lips and then softly said, "When we get back, can we plant some Cosmos flowers in the yard?"

"Of course, you can plant whatever you want." Zheng Hongmei readily agreed.

Yan Bin gazed at the flower bed outside the courtyard, murmuring, "We’ll plant Cosmos, and when they bloom, Aunt will come back..."

PS: One more Chapter coming ~