Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? Chapter 594 - 593 Waiting for Flowers to Bloom

Zheng Hongi stared blankly at her son, montarily unsure of what to do.

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

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

Zheng Hongi probably felt sothing 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 mont, her feet seed 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 beca firm, staring ahead as he walked out of the courtyard.

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

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

"You..."

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

"Uh..."

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

She held her son tightly in her embrace, wishing she could ld 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 Hongi’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 ho? I miss mom and dad."

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

...

The voice of his aunt seed 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 co out of the house at this ti, 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 ti.

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

Her movent seed to awaken Zheng Hongi, or maybe it was after having vented her emotions, she finally ca 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 ? I’m Mom..."

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

Seeing Yan Bin nod, Zheng Hongi was overjoyed.

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

In fact, it was after he saw her that the previously blurry mories beca clear.

And similarly for Zheng Hongi, the tender face of Yan Bin in her mory 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 seed as if Zheng Hongi rembered sothing and asked anxiously, "Where is your aunt? Didn’t your aunt co 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 Hongi realize that they were still standing at soone else’s doorstep, which was really inappropriate.

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

But she didn’t want to let go of Yan Bin for a mont, 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 Hongi turned her head seven or eight tis, as if afraid that by looking away, her son would disappear again.

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

Though the house appeared unremarkable from the outside, once inside, the various furnishings, while not luxurious, all seed 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 imdiately 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 Hongi, 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 Hongi 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 Hongi felt a bit disappointed, but quickly cald 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 sowhat anxious and uneasy. The past was anything but happy mories.

"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 Hongi’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 overco with grief.

Of course, Huang Lancai omitted part of the story, only ntioning Zheng Min’s dying wishes, which Yan Bin had also been inford 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 Hongi’s sobs quieted down a bit, Yan Bin tentatively asked, "Mom... is our ho still the sa as before?"

This question had two anings: one being whether their ho was still in the sa place as before, and the other being whether ho was still the sa as before, missing soone or gaining soone.

But obviously, Zheng Hongi did not catch the deeper aning of her son’s words, nodding directly, "Of course, we’re still living in the sa 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 so Cosmos flowers in the yard?"

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

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

PS: One more Chapter coming ~