Chapter 27

Although Wu Potian hadn't been home for three years, when the airport bus drove into the territory of Hancheng, the grass and trees outside the window immediately gave him a sense of familiarity. He opened the window, took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, and the memories that had been forgotten for three years, like a jar of wine buried deep underground, rose from the depths of his heart with a fragrant aroma, gradually gathering the scattered memories into vivid scenes that flashed through his mind like a movie.

Thinking of his father, who had always hoped he would become a dragon and carry on the family business, his mother, who treated him like a precious piece of meat and always met his every need, and his sister, who always liked to stick to him, a warm smile involuntarily appeared on Wu Potian's face.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, after more than two hours of travel, the bus Wu Potian was on finally arrived at the Hancheng bus station. Wu Potian, carrying his backpack and luggage, got off the bus. Hearing the noisy yet familiar dialect, he slowly raised his head to look at the blue sky above, slowly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the familiar air. Amid the curious gazes of many passengers, he shouted loudly, "It feels so good to be home! Hancheng! I, Wu Hansan, am finally back."

After shouting, Wu Potian felt that the unhappiness he had accumulated in Yanjing over the years suddenly disappeared, and his mood instantly became much lighter. Ignoring the strange looks from the surrounding passengers, he pushed his luggage out of the station.

About ten minutes later, Wu Potian got off a rickshaw at the old street intersection. After paying the fare, he stood at the intersection with his luggage, looking at the familiar surroundings, and muttered to himself, "Although Hancheng has changed a lot in recent years, the old street here has hardly changed except for the cleaner roads. I wonder if the grapes in the courtyard at home are ripe yet?"

Walking along the sidewalk for a short while, Wu Potian saw a familiar sign, "Wu Family Clinic," from a distance. At that moment, he picked up his heavy luggage and quickened his pace, walking briskly to the clinic door. Inside the clinic, it was full of patients, and his father was wearing a stethoscope, focusing on examining an elderly patient. His mother was standing in front of the medicine cabinet, holding a balance that was several times older than he was, weighing out medicine.

Seeing the faint white hair on his parents' heads, thinking of the three years he had spent wandering in Yanjing without the courage to face them, Wu Potian's heart, like the deep water in an ancient pond, was stirred up, making him almost unable to stand. At that moment, he wanted to rush into the clinic and tell his parents that he was back, but for some reason, it felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a word. His feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he stood there, dumbfounded, at the clinic door, watching his parents who were busy inside.

A mother's thread in hand, a son's clothes on his body.

Before departure, she sews closely, fearing a late return.

Who can say that a blade of grass can repay the warmth of spring?

Since Wu Potian went to Yanjing to study, he hadn't been home for more than three years. During these three years, although Chen Yuemei called Wu Potian every week, she was always thinking about her son far away in Yanjing. Thinking of her son, who refused to return home because he was expelled from school, Chen Yuemei shed many tears at night.

As a mother, although Chen Yuemei also hoped her son would become successful and carry on the family business, in the face of harsh reality, her great maternal love almost made her overlook the fact that her son was expelled from school. She longed for her son to return to her side, but every time she mentioned this to him on the phone, he would always say that he would never return until he achieved something, which made her blame her husband for putting too much pressure on Wu Potian.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on the medicine cabinet, Chen Yuemei, who had been busy all day, couldn't help but think of her son far away in Yanjing, making her heart feel very uncomfortable. Although she tried to suppress her emotions, she couldn't stop thinking about her son and couldn't help but sigh, "Xiao Tian! Are you doing well in Yanjing? Have you been eating on time?"

"Clack!" As Chen Yuemei thought of her son, her face, covered in sweat, involuntarily showed a worried expression. After weighing the medicine in the balance, she turned to pour it into a bag. At that moment, she saw the figure she had been thinking about day and night standing at the door, and her eyes gradually moistened. Two tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her wrinkled face.

"You scoundrel! You finally came back!" At that moment, Chen Yuemei, ignoring the medicine and balance on the ground, rushed out of the counter in two steps, hit Wu Potian's shoulder, and hugged him tightly, sobbing.

The punch from his mother made Wu Potian feel his blood boil, and a long-lost warmth instantly spread through his body. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he couldn't suppress his excitement, shouting, "Mom! I'm sorry! Your unfilial son has come to see you."

Chen Yuemei's shout also caught the attention of Wu Qingsheng, who was examining a patient. When he saw Wu Potian standing at the door through the gaps between the patients, his hand holding the stethoscope trembled slightly, and his heart, like a surging tide, couldn't calm down.

"You scoundrel, you didn't even call Mom to let her know you were coming back. I could have gone to the station to pick you up. Come, let Mom take a good look at you and see if you've gained or lost weight!" After a while, Chen Yuemei's mood gradually calmed down. She released her tight embrace on Wu Potian, grabbed his arm, and carefully examined him, then smiled with satisfaction, tears welling up in her eyes, and said, "My son has grown taller and more handsome."

Hearing his mother's praise, Wu Potian wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and proudly replied, "Of course, just look at whose son I am."

Wu Potian then glanced at his father sitting at the table, carrying his luggage into the clinic, and said respectfully, "Dad! I'm sorry! I've let you down."

Hearing Wu Potian's words, Wu Qingsheng didn't show the stern expression he used to, but calmly replied, "Coming back is better than anything!"

"Coming back is better than anything!" These simple seven words were filled with his father's deep love for Wu Potian, making Wu Potian feel a lump in his throat, and tears streamed down his face.

After a while, Wu Potian, amid the curious gazes of the patients, stopped the tears from flowing and smiled, asking Chen Yuemei, "Mom! Where's Xiaojuan? Is she at school today?"

"Xiaojuan is in her senior year of high school, and her studies are very demanding. She eats lunch at school and only comes back in the evening. Xiao Tian, there are many patients at the clinic today. You go inside and rest for a while. I'll finish preparing the medicine for these patients, go to the market to buy some vegetables, and cook a good meal for you tonight." Her son's return relieved her of a burden, but because there were too many patients in the clinic, she couldn't leave for a while, so she arranged for Wu Potian to go back to the courtyard to rest.

Although Wu Potian had grown up in the clinic, he had never been able to help in the past. Now, with the intelligent assistance system, he was full of ambition for his future. He immediately stopped his mother, who was about to go into the counter to prepare medicine, and said, "Mom! You rest for a while. I'll help Dad prepare the medicine."

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