The serious old man's unreasonable actions did not make Meng Po angry. Meng Po's smile silently turned around and served a bowl of soup for her again.

The old man took the soup and took a sip. He threw the soup on the ground again, frowned and said, "No, this taste is wrong! This soup is too bad... This is not the taste I remember~"

Meng Po's face was a little bit clear and she said unhappy: "How could it be hard to drink? This is the best mutton soup taste in your world. I can guarantee that there is absolutely no mutton soup in your world that tastes better than this bowl of soup in your world.

Soup, you are not satisfied with this, what kind of soup do you want!”

The old man said excitedly: "This is not the mutton soup in my memory. Your soup is too thick, with chopped green onion and coriander!"

The clearness on Meng Po's face suddenly disappeared. Although it was still cold, it was less angry. She responded casually: "Okay~ OK~ OK~ I'll give you the soup in your memory, don't have chopped green onion, coriander, add more water~"

The old man's frowning brows unfolded instantly and said with a smile: "That's right. There were so many poor children in the yard at the time. How could he afford to eat onions and coriander in the cold winter? The money to buy these two is enough to buy several bags of potatoes.

A large bag of potatoes is enough for our children in the hospital to eat for several days. There are more children, so everyone can drink it. Oh, by the way, add more salt, salty, so before

Those older children will drink less, and those little ones that come later will have the chance to drink the soup!”

After hearing these words, Meng Po’s face smiled like the warm spring flowers blooming and the cold winter passed.

"Then do I want to put two more eggs for you!"

The old man was even more excited and responded: "Okay~ OK~ OK~ It's OK to put two eggs. The children are growing up and need nutrition, but at that time the yard was poor and had no money to buy eggs for the children to eat. Soup in winter

When I was there, I would put two in secret so that everyone could drink it and add some nutrition. Oh yes, let me add two more noodles. At that time, I always cooked a big pot of soup.

Put a handful of noodles in it and leave it for the last one to the children with poor health. Do you know why? Because those children are too weak and are always bullied, they can't get the first one even if they drink soup, and they always eat others' leftovers.

I have too many children, and the yard is too poor. I'm sorry for them~ A group of children followed me every day and had no meals. They lived in a house with leaking air. It rained heavily outside the house and it rained lightly inside. Am I right?

Live them!

But even so, when they grew up, they didn't forget me, a bad old man. They went back to the yard to see me from time to time and gave money and things to the yard. Some children also wanted to pick me up for retirement when I was old.

I can't leave. Although life is getting better now, there are still so many hard-earned children that no one wants.

The government said last year that I pushed my broken yard and built a seven-story welfare home again, which was funded by the government to manage. This is a great thing. In the future, those children will not have to suffer, and they will have one in the future.

I promise, I originally wanted to retire on the day when the new welfare home was built, and enjoy the happiness of those children with good development...

Unexpectedly, I got this problem and left as soon as I left. I didn’t like the children living in the new building... I don’t know if the heating in the building is hot or not, and whether they will be cold in winter...

…”

The entire bridge was silent, and everyone was moved. Yan Zheng's eyes were a little red. From the old man's words to himself just now, Yan Zheng could hear that the old man should be the director of an orphanage, according to his age

It’s just that it was in the 1980s and 1990s, when the economy was underdeveloped. In the backwardness of the whole society at that time, how difficult it was to support an orphanage...

Although this old man is not a hero, he is better than a hero and deserves everyone's admiration.

Yan Zheng also saw a bit of feeling when he saw this. Meng Po was a drug to others. He was tolerant and generous to these real heroes and good people. Even if the other party was rude, Meng Po would not be really angry about it. Instead, she would

Try to meet their requirements...they are slightly cold in their attitude towards ordinary people.

Such a warm and sincere Meng Po really did not expect that Yan Zheng had thought that the boss Meng Po in the town was the kind of immortal figure sitting upright in the clouds, but he didn't expect that Wangyou Meng Po was such a flesh-and-blooded and flesh-and-blooded man.

"people".

Just as he was feeling a lot, the stubborn old man satisfied the bowl of egg noodles mixed with clear soup, which was as salty as water. He drank every sip very carefully, and he didn't drink a sip.

It would take a long time to pause, as if he was not drinking a bowl of soup, but life.

Looking at the look of remembrance on the old man's face, Yan Zheng felt that the old man's drinking might be a memory, the ups and downs of those hard years.

It was not until this moment that Yan Zheng suddenly realized that what people unforgettable on the Naihe Bridge is not necessarily all love, family affection, such personal emotions, and some selfless love are more worth remembering by one person.

The old man reluctantly drank the remaining sip of soup, then raised the bowl and emptyed the soup on the bottom of the bowl into his mouth.

Yan Zheng was crying when he saw this scene. Only extremely frugal people would cherish every portion of food so much. It can be seen that this old man lived a difficult life during his lifetime...

But even though he has lived a hard and poor life all the time, he still maintains his pride. He does not ask for all kinds of delicious soup like the first ghost, but all he wants is that bowl of salty as light as water.

Lamb soup, perhaps the hard years in his heart were the best time in his life.

Yan Zheng seemed to see a picture. In the midst of winter, there were long ice slivers hanging on the eaves. In front of the dilapidated house, a pot of soup was steaming, and a group of worn-out children rubbed their red hands.

Looking around the pot, all the hopeful eyes in my eyes, a man in his thirties gently stirred the soup, his face filled with a happy smile, and kept telling the children to wait for a while, waiting

After a while...

This picture gradually coincides with the old man's departure's back. Yan Zheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't shout a word like a thorn. Yan Zheng wanted to stop him and give him a contract to satisfy the last one.

Wish, watching the children he cares about move into the bright and spacious new welfare home...

But Yan Zheng knew that the old man left with satisfaction. Although he had a small regret, he had no worries because the children he was most worried about had the most secure guarantee...

Yan Zheng suddenly felt that he shouldn't bother this old man who had worked hard all his life...

The moment of being confused, the old man had already gone away. Yan Zheng sighed in his heart and said to himself, "After a while, I will ask the old man to give him some good deeds. I hope this old man will not have such a hard life...
Chapter completed!