eurekapd Chapter 439 Today's Shame
Chapter 439 Today's Shame
In the early morning, in the courtyard of the Red Star Welfare Home, the morning light gently sprinkles on every inch of land, as if covering this place full of love with a layer of golden gauze.
The air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, mixed with the hearty laughter of the elderly, and overflowing with a different kind of vitality, as if this is the paradise of a second youth in life.
Youyou and Coleweller finished washing up in the room. While Coleweller was adjusting his collar, he looked out the window at the sun-filled yard, his eyes full of curiosity.
Youyou walked up to him, gently took his arm, and a bright smile bloomed on her face, like a flower blooming in spring:
"My dear, let me show you the place where I grew up. Every corner here contains my memories."
Coleman smiled back, his eyes full of fondness, and responded readily: "Okay, I can't wait to hear about your past."
At this moment, their mood was like the rising sun, full of enthusiasm and hope. They walked out of the room hand in hand and with light steps.
They walked in the corridor of the welfare home. The walls of the corridor were covered with photos, recording every detail of the welfare home over the years.
Youyou stopped from time to time, pointed at the photos, and told Coleweller some interesting or touching stories.
Coleville listened with great interest, his curiosity and love for this place growing stronger.
As we approached the backyard, a melodious waltz melody echoed in the yard like a clear spring.
The melody seemed to have a magical power, pulling their footsteps. As they got closer and closer to the source of the sound, a picturesque scene came into their eyes.
The rockery and waterfall are well-arranged, the water flows gently and splashes crystal clear water; the pavilions and towers are antique, and the flying eaves and brackets look more solemn under the sunlight.
In the yard, white-haired old people were dancing in pairs to the music.
Their faces are filled with happy smiles. Although their bodies are no longer agile, they are full of love for life.
The scene seemed like a fairyland on earth, or a paradise on earth. Every picture deeply moved everyone present, including Youyou and Coleweller.
Youyou first passed by the Chessboard Pavilion. There were several stone tables placed in the hollow carved pavilion.
The chessboards on the table are neatly arranged, and some chess games are in a stalemate, waiting for the right person to break the deadlock.
She saw a familiar figure at a glance, and a clear, silver bell-like voice instantly broke the silence here: "Old Yang!"
Yang Meixiu was staring at the chessboard with a look of concentration. When he heard the familiar voice, he slowly raised his head, and a trace of confusion flashed in his dull eyes.
He looked towards the source of the voice, but could not recognize the person in front of him for a long time. Peng Yuyan, who was sitting opposite him, also looked up and looked at Youyou and Keleweiler.
Youyou ran to Yang Meixiu with a smile, hugged his neck affectionately, and called out coquettishly: "Uncle Yang, Grandpa Peng, I'm Youyou! I'm back."
"Youyou?" The two old men were stunned at first, then they suddenly realized and smiles appeared on their faces.
Peng Yuyan smiled cheerfully and said, "Youyou, it's been a long time since we last met, but your mischievous nature hasn't changed at all."
Yang Meixiu patted Youyou's arm and praised: "You have become more beautiful after being abroad for a few years! I almost didn't recognize you."
"Uncle Yang, I'm afraid you lost the chess game to Grandpa Peng again?" Youyou blinked and teased mischievously.
Peng Yuyan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a humble smile: "Old Yang is giving in to me."
Yang Meixiu waved his hands and said self-deprecatingly: "I am just a lousy chess player, I am just killing time."
After that, the two old men turned their eyes to Kelaiweiler. Yang Meixiu's eyes were full of curiosity, and he asked, "Youyou, who is this foreign friend?"
Youyou smiled and ran to Coleville, put her arm around his shoulders affectionately, and introduced him: "Uncle Yang, Grandpa Peng, let me introduce you, this is my lover, Mr. Coleville Winston."
Coleman's fair skin looked even brighter in the sun, and his light blue eyes were sparkling. He extended his hand politely to shake hands, and said with a smile:
"Hello Uncle Yang, Hello Grandpa Peng, I also like chess, but I'm not very good at playing it yet, I'm so ashamed!"
Yang Meixiu looked at Peng Yuyan in surprise and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This guy is not bad. He speaks Chinese so well." As he said this, he gave Colewell a thumbs up.
Kleinweiler smiled modestly and said: "It's not good enough yet. I have to keep working hard to become a real China expert."
Youyou smiled and said, "I won't disturb you two from playing chess. I'll take him to visit our welfare home."
The two old men nodded quickly and said, "Go ahead, see you in the restaurant later."
Youyou held Coleville's hand and walked towards the restaurant again. Before entering the restaurant, they heard bursts of laughter coming from inside, and it was obvious that some people were already waiting for food and drinks.
A Xiang and Xiao Mei were wiping the table carefully; their movements were skillful and serious.
Youyou walked into the restaurant with Kelaiweiler, and saw the two diligent aunts. The clear and crisp voice like silver bells rang out again: "Auntie Xiang, Auntie Xiaomei."
When the two heard the familiar voice, they stopped what they were doing almost at the same time and looked towards the door.
Ah Xiang's face instantly lit up with surprise, and she said excitedly: "Hey, Youyou, Youyou, when did you come back?"
After saying this, the expression on her face was as if she had seen her daughter who had not returned home for a long time. She quickly wiped her hands on her apron, then opened her arms and hugged Youyou who came towards her tightly. Her unexpected joy was beyond words.
Xiaomei also wiped her hands and quickly approached Youyou, her eyes full of love: "Oh, our little princess is becoming more and more beautiful!"
"Auntie Xiaomei, give me a hug." Youyou turned around and hugged Xiaomei tightly like when she was a child.
"Oh, hug, hug, we miss you so much. We don't know if you are used to living abroad and how you are doing?" Xiaomei's series of words were full of concern.
Youyou said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, Brother Cheng Yu introduced his good friend to take care of me, and I live very well there."
After that, she approached Coleman, took Coleman's arm with both hands, walked in front of the two aunts, and introduced: "Aunts, this is my lover, Mr. Coleman Winston."
Coleville extended his hand to shake hands and responded politely: "Hello, aunties. It's nice to meet you two."
Some elderly people came into the restaurant one after another. When they saw Youyou, the restaurant instantly became lively and everyone expressed their care and concern with words.
"Youyou..."
"Youyou is back?"
"Youyou, are you coming back to China to help Xiaoji run the Renxin Hospital this time?"
Youyou smiled, her eyes swept across these familiar faces one by one, her voice clear and firm: "Hello, grandparents, uncles and aunts.
This time I came back, I want to assist Brother Xiaoji and create a brighter future for our Red Star Welfare Home and Renxin Hospital.
I hope our home will be better and happier in the days to come." As soon as she finished speaking, warm applause broke out in the restaurant.
"Welcome home Youyou..."
Youyou looked at the relatives in the welfare home who were so enthusiastic that a warm feeling surged in her heart and tears of excitement instantly flowed down.
Coleville gently reached out his hand, wiped away her tears, and held her shoulders tightly with both hands, giving her silent comfort.
At this moment, Youyou knew that no matter how far she went, this would always be her home.
The early morning sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jinyang Villa, gently shining on every corner of the living room, giving the entire space a warm golden hue.
The old lady sat leisurely on the soft sofa, her face showing kindness accumulated over the years.
Song Shijie sat next to the old lady, with a look of concern and filial piety on his face. He was carefully massaging his mother's legs with his hands. Every movement was gentle and focused, as if he wanted to put all his care into it.
Shen Rou was busy in the restaurant, moving the rag in her hand quickly on the dining table. She frowned slightly and cleaned the table seriously.
Mu Huiying and Xiao Yue were washing dishes attentively at the kitchen sink. The sounds of flowing water and the clatter of dishes intertwined together, playing a warm melody of life.
At this time, Mu Xiaoji walked down the stairs slowly with a haggard face, his steps a little unsteady.
His face was pale and he coughed from time to time, and each cough seemed to pull at his body.
He forced a smile, walked to the sofa, and greeted politely: "Good morning, grandma, good morning, dad." After that, he sat down next to Song Shijie.
When Song Shijie saw his son's appearance, a trace of worry immediately flashed in his eyes. He reached out his hand, gently touched Mu Xiaoji's forehead, and said with concern: "Son, you don't look good today! Why don't we go to the hospital to check it out?"
Mu Xiaoji shook his head stubbornly, and said with all his strength: "Don't worry, Dad. I just have a slight cold. I'm much better now. I'm fine."
The old lady also looked at her grandson with concern and said lovingly, "Grandson, if you feel unwell, go upstairs and have a rest. Don't run outside all the time. Your health is important."
Dean Guo dressed neatly and walked down from upstairs quickly. He walked to Mu Xiaoji and saw that he looked exhausted. He advised him earnestly, "Xiaoji, listen to grandma. If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room and rest. Don't be stubborn."
Mu Xiaoji still shook his head firmly and said, "Uncle Guo, I'm really fine. Please take me to the welfare home later. I'll go see Youyou and the others."
Just as he finished speaking, Jiang Shuo walked over quickly with a syringe in his chubby little hand.
Mu Xiaoji turned his head and saw Jiang Shuo holding the shiny syringe. His expression instantly became even uglier. He unconsciously moved closer to Song Shijie and asked in horror, "What are you going to do?"
Jiang Shuo raised his chin, stared at Mu Xiaoji with his sharp eyes, and said cunningly: "You can't do anything like this, get the injection before going out."
"Don't..." Before Mu Xiaoji could finish his words, Song Shijie hugged him in his arms, as if to protect him from harm.
In fact, he forced Mu Xiaoji between his legs, and then Mu Xiaoji fell on Song Shijie's legs.
Mu Xiaoji felt that he had no way to escape, and became even more panicked. Jiang Shuo moved quickly, stepped forward, pulled down Mu Xiaoji's pants, and skillfully inserted the syringe into his buttocks.
"No...Dad..." Mu Xiaoji closed his eyes, let out a scream, and grabbed Song Shijie's arm tightly with both hands.
Jiang Shuo pushed the syringe steadily and slowly completed the injection. Then he pressed the needle hole with an alcohol cotton pad and gently pulled out the syringe. His tone was relaxed as if he had completed a trivial task: "Done, done."
Mu Xiaoji was embarrassed, his head buried in his father's arms was full of anger. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Jiang Shuo, just wait for me. I will return the humiliation today double tomorrow."
Jiang Shuo raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a disdainful smile, and said without turning his head: "I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity." After that, he turned and walked upstairs, leaving Mu Xiaoji standing there gritting his teeth in anger.