For the past five years, Yi Meifeng has been receiving the latest technology physical therapy in this nursing home, and the results are remarkable.

Since last year, I have been able to recognize the people around me, especially my son Yi Beihan, and I urged Sister-in-law Yang to call him every once in a while to accompany him.

Yi Beihan parked the car and saw the figure of the mother under the ten thousand weeping willows on the shore of the artificial lake from a distance.

"Mom."

When Yi Beihan approached, he whispered behind Yi Meifeng's back.

Hearing the sound, the thin figure who had been out of the wheelchair slowly turned around, looked at him, waited for him to approach, and reached out to hold his hand.

Afraid that she would get tired if she stood for too long, Yi Beihan pulled her to the wooden chair next to her, and the two sat down.

"Mom, how are you feeling lately?"

Looking at his mother, whose temples were already gray, but who had not yet enjoyed happiness with him, Yi Beihan's tone was full of pity.

"I've been feeling good lately, and I haven't had a headache, when are you going to pick me up?"

After Yi Meifeng became conscious, the words that often hung on her lips were to go home.

However, in order to facilitate her recovery, the doctor recommended that she live here, so Yi Beihan only occasionally took her back to stay for a few days and then came back, but because the doctor recently arranged for her the last course of treatment, she was not allowed to go home for more than three months.

"The doctor said that after this course of treatment, you can go home and live permanently, so you must actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment and do not fall into the drug!"

Yi Beihan said softly as if comforting an ignorant child, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of softness.

"Sister-in-law Yang told you? …… It's those herbs that are too bitter......"

Yi Meifeng said like a child who had done something wrong, frowning.

"But good medicine is good for the sick, don't you want to go home soon?"

"Of course...... By the way, what about Jinse? Why don't you see you together? ”

The two of them, why every time they come to see her, they come one after the other.

Yi Beihan frowned slightly, a little coldness between his eyebrows, noticing his son's unhappy mood, Yi Meifeng asked suspiciously.

"You guys quarreled?"

has always been worried that it will affect his mother's condition, so Yi Beihan has not dared to tell her about his divorce from Bai Jinse for four years.

Yi Beihan shook his head noncommittally.

Seeing the gloom between her son's eyebrows, Yi Meifeng reached out and rubbed his thin cheeks, and sighed distressedly.

"Han, you're thirty-seven years old today, isn't it time to think about having a child?"

"Well, I will definitely let you hold your grandson next year!"

Because the mother of the future child has already found her ......

But—

The gloom condensed between Yi Beihan's eyebrows became even thicker, even if he put aside the grievances of his elders, Xia Yan had a face very similar to Zhao Qishan......

You can't let them never see each other, right?

Thinking of this, Yi Beihan rubbed his painful eyebrows with difficulty, and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Han, do you have something on your mind?"

Seeing her son's strange expression, Yi Meifeng asked worriedly.

"Can you tell your mom?"

"Mom, if I tell you, can you not be angry? If you can't accept it, can you just say it to your son? ”

In this life, he is going to condemn that woman.

So, since things have to be faced sooner or later, why not reveal them slowly in front of your mother? Let her accept it little by little.

"Huh? When you say that, I am even more confused? Why should I be angry? ”

Yi Meifeng smiled, patted the back of her son's hand, and chuckled.