Seeing this, the old dean hurriedly got up and went to help the lay Buddhist Jing'an.

"You must not do this. I didn't do anything. It's because Little Lolo is lucky."

The old dean moved.

"Also, now Xiao Luoluo has done so much for me and the orphanage, and it should be me who said thank you."

"Old Dean, don't say that, this is what I should do."

Tang Luo supported the old dean, who pulled Jing'an's layman, and the three of them sat down again.

"Little Lolo can find his mother, which is something I dream of. Now, I really find it, I am happy, happy."

The old dean spoke and tears fell again.

"Old Dean, it's really hard for you. You are Xiao Luo's grandmother. I will definitely thank you very much."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an also had red eyes.

"Old Dean, Mother, what are you doing? How happy you are, don't cry."

Tang Luo looked at the two of them and felt his eyes dry.

"Yes, Little Lolo is right, happy, you can't cry."

The old dean smiled, and the lay Buddhist Jing'an hurriedly wiped her tears.

It took a while before the old dean and the lay Buddhist Jing'an calmed down.

"You are Xiao Luoluo's mother, then I will call you Xiao Jing."

The old dean said to Mr. Jing'an.

"Uh-huh."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an nodded with a smile.

Tang Luo stood up and poured two glasses of water for the old dean and the lay Buddhist Jing'an.

"Xiao Jing, what happened back then? Did you put Xiao Luoluo by the Luo River?"

The old dean has taken this issue to heart for more than 20 years.

"Old Dean, it's my fault..."

Mr. Jing'an choked up and briefly said what happened back then.

Of course, I would not be as detailed as I said to Tang Luo, nor would I want the old dean to worry about what they would do next.

The old dean listened very seriously and nodded constantly, holding the hand of Mr. Jing'an.

"The word "Tang" on Xiao Luo's cradle was embroidered on it by me with my own hands."

Finally, Mr. Jing'an said another sentence.

"Well, I guessed this way at that time. I thought Xiao Luoluo should have the surname Tang, so I took the initiative to give him the name "Tang Luo".

The old dean nodded.

"Yeah, this name is very good."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an smiled.

"When Xiao Luoluo first came, the conditions in the orphanage were very difficult. Although these children could survive, they often had no food and clothing. Whenever they thought of what happened at that time and their faces, they would hurt like needles in my heart."

As the old dean spoke, tears rolled down again.

"Old Dean, you must not think like this. You have done a lot for us, and we all know."

Tang Luo wiped away the old dean's tears and gently stroked her back.

"Old Dean, Xiao Luo told me that you would rather be hungry than give your children food. Xiao Luo is so outstanding now, and you have taught you well since childhood. My mother, I really should thank you very much."

Mr. Jing'an thanked again.

"It's not my credit, haha, Xiao Luoluo was already very sensible when he was very young. He was reluctant to eat something delicious. He would leave it to me and his sister, it was Xiao Han, the girl who received you last time."

When the old dean thinks of these things, he is both relieved and sad.

"Later, Xiao Luoluo left the orphanage. When he came back, he actually built a school. The children in the orphanage would no longer be able to eat or wear or warm. Now they will still have study... "

"Old Dean, this is not only your wish, but also my wish. This is what I should do."

Tang Luo held the old dean's hand and said affirmatively.

The happiest thing he is now is that he can be recognized by the old dean and his mother.

"Old Dean, next I will also give out more money and donate it to the school."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an looked even more proud of Tang Luo.

This is what she thought. She had thoughts before she recognized each other. Now, she wanted to do more for Tang Luo and the old dean.

"Mother, don't donate anymore. The school account is now very fulfilling. Besides, if your son has money, don't worry."

Hearing the words of Mr. Jing'an, Tang Luo hurriedly said.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Luo Luo has done enough for the orphanage, you don't need to do anything more."

The old dean also spoke.

"Old Dean, Xiao Luo, for this money, I want to thank the old Dean for saving you and supporting you, and for the second, I also want to support you in my heart."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an said seriously.

"Of course, no matter what I do, no matter how much I do, it is not enough to make up for the debt I owe to you for more than 20 years..."

"Mother, don't say that."

Tang Luo interrupted the words of Mr. Jing'an.

"Xiaojing, you must have lived a hard life for so many years."

The old dean looked at Mr. Jing'an, and his heart was full of understanding of her.

Mr. Jing'an shook her head gently. She was very miserable, but when she thought that she had found Tang Luo now, she felt that it was worth it.

The three of them chatted until noon and their emotions eased.

"Old Dean, Mother, let me cook for you at noon today."

Tang Luo looked at the time and said to the two of them.

"Haha, OK, little Lolo."

The old dean nodded happily.

"I can also taste my son's skills."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an said with relief.

"Yeah, you guys talk first."

Tang Luo smiled and left the old dean's room and came to the kitchen.

He went there and started to work hard.

In about half an hour, Tang Luo prepared seven or eight dishes and sat around the table with the old dean and Jing'an lay Buddhist.

"Old Dean, you should eat more today."

Tang Luo said to the old dean.

“Yes, happy today.”

The old dean had a smile on his face and looked at Tang Luo and Jing'an's layman with a happy face.

"Mother, how about the meal your son cooks?"

Tang Luo felt sore in his nose, and he had a dish for the lay Buddhist Jing'an and the old dean.

Mr. Jing'an looked at the dishes on the table with all the colors and flavors, and tears flashed in his eyes.

She took a bite, but it was a little difficult to swallow. The food was delicious, but she felt very uncomfortable.

More than twenty years have passed, and her son has become so outstanding.

She was very relieved and sad.

"Mother, don't be sad, your life will get better and better in the future. I will respect you and the old dean."

Tang Luo said seriously.

"Well, my mother knows."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an held back his tears and replied.

"Xiao Jing, since you believe in Buddhism, you should understand that all this is destined. If you can recognize Xiao Luoluo, that is the fate of you mother and son."

The old dean said slowly.

"Old Dean, you're right."

The lay Buddhist Jing'an nodded.

Three people eat and chat, which is the feeling of three generations of family.

Tang Luo looked at the relief and happiness on the faces of the old dean and the lay Buddhist Jing'an, and he felt extremely satisfied.

"By the way, old dean, have you settled on the day of moving school?"

Tang Luo thought of something and asked.

"Oh, little Lolo, I've watched it well. Next Monday will be a good day. Then you can see if it's OK."
Chapter completed!