Chapter 128 Sadness

Style: Historical Author: Fang YaoWords: 1635Update Time: 24/02/20 21:17:45
Even though An Ran felt that she was quite satisfied with her life in Ding Mansion this year, she still said goodbye to everyone on the third day of junior high school, got in the car and returned to Xiaxi Village.

For so many years, she felt that this was her home.

January 18th was Ding Ziheng’s birthday. On this day, An Ran personally made longevity noodles for him.

Of course, everyone in the family has a bowl, and everyone else’s is made by Sister Chen.

"Mom, the noodles you make are so delicious."

"In the past, when your eldest brother was at home, my mother would make it for him every year. Your eldest brother's favorite food was fried noodles with diced pork. A big bowl wouldn't even be enough for him to eat."

"Mom, I can eat all this bowl. I also want to be as capable as my elder brother."

"Of course our Heng'er can do it. You are just two years old now, and you can help your mother collect medicinal materials."

"Mom, I want to learn kung fu from the uncles in the backyard."

An Ran thought about it and felt that her son was still a bit young. ?.?????.???

"Heng'er, if you really want to practice, just wait until the weather gets warmer before practicing. But if you start practicing, you can't stop. It will be very hard."

Ding Ziheng had always wanted to practice leg and kick kung fu with the veteran, but An Ran never gave in. When he heard his mother say yes, he immediately said happily, "Mom, I am not afraid of hard work. My elder brother is not afraid, and I am the same."

An Ran smiled and touched his son's head, "It's not just hard work, but it will also hurt. The injury will be very painful."

Ding Ziheng said with a stern face, "Mom, my eldest brother is not afraid, so why should I be afraid? Don't worry, Mom, I will never cry."

"Well, go and tell Uncle Hai and the others yourself that this mother doesn't understand very well. You have to listen to them."

Ding Ziheng hummed happily.

But after Ding Ziheng's birthday, Mrs. Ding's body became increasingly unbearable day by day.

She could only say a few words every day when An Ran and Ding Ziheng were in front of her, but she was groggy the rest of the day.

Sister Chen said worriedly, "Grandma, I think it's better to prepare early. I'm afraid Aunt Ding won't last long."

After saying that, Sister Chen's eyes turned red.

For more than ten years, they have been together day and night, and Mrs. Ding has also taught An Ran and Sister Chen a lot about the ways to survive in high-end mansions and the usual methods.

An Ran wiped the corners of her eyes and said, "Just follow Uncle Ding's rules at that time. These old couple have helped me a lot over the years. I can't let them go too shabby on the last journey."

"Then I'll go find Chen Erlang and ask him to go to town and order the things he needs to use first."

"Go ahead and talk to Erlang's wife, and ask her and Sister-in-law Liu to come over and help."

That morning, An Ran and Ding Ziheng came to see Mrs. Ding again. They called out several times, but Mrs. Ding didn't answer.

Ding Ziheng lay on the bedside and shouted loudly, "Grandma Ding, Grandma Ding, I have some candy here, do you want to eat it or not? Let's not drink the bitter medicine. Let's eat the candy, okay?"

Mrs. Ding struggled to open her eyes and looked at the child beside the bed, with a gentle smile on her face.

"Little Shitou, you went out to be naughty again. This time you were injured somewhere. Grandma Ding will help you apply medicine later."

Ding Ziheng looked at Mrs. Ding and then at his mother.

An Ran's tears fell again. Now Mrs. Ding was confused and could only remember the most difficult time.

An Ran asked Ding Ziheng to go out first, and she lowered her head to look at Mrs. Ding. "Ms. Ding, you have to hold on. In a few days, the little stone will come back."

Mrs. Ding looked at Ding Ziheng who was going out, and then at An Ran, as if she understood.

At this time, a smile appeared on Mrs. Ding's face, "Grandma, you have allowed me and the old man to live a comfortable life for more than ten years, and I am satisfied. If I hadn't followed Grandma out at that time, I don't think we would have died long ago."

An Ran blinked the mist out of her eyes and spoke in a very calm voice, "Mrs. Ding, you have helped me a lot over the years. I owe it to you to help me bring up little stones. You taught me a lot of things I don't understand." .Since you came to Xiaxi Village with me, I have never treated you as an outsider."

Mrs. Ding grinned and said, "I know, grandma is kind-hearted, I can no longer serve you. Grandma, please remember what I said, women are mainly gentle, and the uncle is not a person without responsibility, the burden on his shoulders is too heavy , if grandma helps him, he won’t treat you badly.”

An Ran shook her head, "How can I help?"

Mrs. Ding said, "Why can't you help? Why does the uncle like to come to you? Isn't it because you can make him feel at ease?"

Mrs. Ding took a few breaths and then said, "Grandma now has two sons. Your status in the Ding family is already solid. No matter where you are, no one in the Ding family dares to ignore you anymore, let alone treat you poorly. Grandma Just win my heart, and your life will definitely get better and better in the future."

An Ran nodded, "Ms. Ding, I remember everything you taught me before. Even for the sake of my two sons, I will live well. The same goes for you. We have just lived a good life, so you can't relax. ah."

Mrs. Ding smiled and said, "Okay, I'll listen to grandma."

After Mrs. Ding said these few words, she fell asleep again.

When An Ran came out, tears flowed down.

Two days later, Mrs. Ding lost her breath in her sleep. Sister Chen and Erlang's wife helped Mrs. Ding clean herself and put on clothes.

Erlang's wife comforted her and said, "Don't be sad. Aunt Ding has lived a comfortable life in the past few years and she didn't suffer any trouble when she left. This is already good."

Indeed, when a childless old man in the countryside grows old, who will not suffer?