Granny Li had experienced so many things,
Her husband and son died young in her middle age,
Her granddaughter had an accident in her later years, and her grandson was imprisoned. She had already opened her eyes during the days when she and her granddaughter depended on each other. She had been very open-minded. In the past, she had hoped that the He family would spread its branches and spread its leaves, and she would personally hold her great-grandson.
So many years had passed,
She no longer fantasized about this matter.
She wiped away her tears,
She said to her grandson, "Enough."
"Brouther Bo, don't work too hard. Take care of your body. Such a life is already very good. There's food and clothes,
We can still reunite the family. "
What else was she not satisfied with?
"Granny's biggest wish now is for Brouther Bo to eat more and rest well. You're too thin. "As she said this, she caressed her grandson's thin face with her palm.
He was wearing a neat Chinese tunic suit. He looked talented, but he was too thin. He was so thin that even his cheekbones were clearly visible, which made the old man's heart ache.
Big Sister said with a smile and gestured, "Brouther Bo,
Today,
I ate an extra bowl of rice. "
He Songbai was already used to his eldest sister's gentle and gentle voice. Seeing her gesture again, he could no longer adapt. After he sold his ancestral property in the countryside, he had taken his eldest sister to the hospital. Because he had already missed the opportunity for treatment, the possibility of her ears being cured was extremely, extremely low.
In the past two years, He Song Bai had brought Eldest Sister from all over the country to the hospitals in the big cities for medical treatment.
She could only recover a little bit of her weak hearing.
Other than that,
Medical machinery was one of the key support projects in the electronics factory he built. In this day and age, the technology of hearing aids was far less developed than in the future,
He Songbai had specially formed a research and development team in order to make the best hearing aids for his eldest sister.
He gazed at Eldest Sister. Her calm and tranquil smile had a kind of warm affinity that made people who looked at her feel warm.
He rubbed his eldest sister's head and said with a smile, "Eldest sister, let me send you to university."
Although their life trajectory in this life was different from their previous life, no matter how painful or bumpy it was, it was all yesterday.
The world was still so big and exciting. People had to work hard to look forward. They had to work hard to make themselves happy. How could a bad person have the right to take away their happiness?
He Songye waved his hand in horror. "Brouther Bo, I can't."
He Songbai smiled, revealing his teeth. "If I say I can, then I can."
…
In the military family compound.
Zhao Lanxiang recuperated in the hospital for half a month before returning home. Originally, she should have taken care of Xiaoyue after her miscarriage. This time, her health was even worse. She was more than happy to take care of Xiaoyue in the hospital than to return to that cold home.
Her mind would always be filled with that bright red image, with the strong smell of blood. Her and her child's blood flowed all over the ground as they struggled desperately on the ground.
She didn't dare to think about it, but she would dream of her cute baby in the middle of the night. He was so small, and his body was so soft. He didn't even know how to speak, but when he smiled, he looked like a pure angel.
For seven whole months, he accompanied her for seven whole months. He stayed in her stomach obediently, not making a fuss or being delicate. Other than the first two months, he almost didn't torment his mother during her pregnancy. Perhaps he knew that he wasn't the child that she was expecting. He was so obedient that Zhao Lanxiang felt guilty and her heart ached for him. She also loved to talk to him the most.
From the third month onwards, Zhao Lanxiang started to knit clothes and small shoes for him. He had small hats made of colorful wool, soft socks, thin summer shirts, warm autumn clothes, and thick winter clothes. Although Zhao Lanxiang didn't go to work, she could still earn money. In her spare time, she would customize clothes for people and design clothes to sell to new factories.
Most of the money she saved was spent on her child. Baby formula, bathtubs, toys, beds, and other miscellaneous items almost filled their home.
His shadow was everywhere. How did he … suddenly disappear?
Zhao Lanxiang didn't want to go back to that home at all. If she went back and saw those things, she wouldn't be able to take it. She buried him in the cold mud with her own hands. He would never come back.
But she still had to bear the pain of losing him.
During the days of recuperation, Feng Lian pushed away her work at school to take care of her daughter. She looked at her daughter's face that was getting thinner day by day, and her heart ached. She never dared to show any sadness in front of Zhao Lanxiang. In private, she cried countless times. The doctor once talked to her, implying that her daughter might have lost the ability to give birth.
Feng Lian worked hard to keep this a secret and didn't dare to reveal it.
Day by day, Zhao Lanxiang was finally done with her Xiaoyue. She had to go home.
On the day she went home, Jiang Jianjun came to pick her up. He had shaved his hair clean and short. Although he had lost a lot of weight recently, he was still handsome.
Jiang Jianjun silently packed Zhao Lanxiang's clothes. He folded them one by one, as if using patience that he never had before, and drove to the military compound. The car was so slow that it made people sleepy. There were almost no bumps on the road.
Zhao Lanxiang returned to their home. She pushed the door open. The house was still spotless, and the windows were bright and clean.
But the baby toys, small wooden beds, and strollers that were everywhere in the past were all gone. It was completely the same as it was a year ago. It was as if time had erased this trace, allowing her to deceive herself with a clear conscience.
Jiang Jianjun put on an apron. "Wait a moment. I'll make lunch for you."
He rarely had the chance to cook. Because he was too busy with training, coupled with his wealthy family and pampered lifestyle, he didn't have many opportunities to do it himself. He slowly and clumsily made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, steamed fish, and stewed chicken soup with yam and red dates. The old chicken soup still needed to simmer for a while. He stared at the dancing flames on the stove, took a breath, and took off his apron.
He looked for Zhao Lanxiang and saw her standing in front of the cabinet in the house.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
"Go wash your hands. The meal will be ready soon —"
Before he could finish speaking, a triangular safety talisman suddenly appeared in front of him.
During the Spring Festival last year, in order to pray for the child, Zhao Lanxiang dragged him to the temple to burn an incense stick in exchange for it.
He put away all the things related to the child, except for the little thing that was stuck in the cupboard. In fact, the house had long been full of traces of the child. How could it be cleaned up in a day?
Transparent tears filled the woman's eyes. The moment she heard his voice, tears streamed down her face.
Jiang Jianjun's heart suddenly ached. He took the safety talisman and pursed his lips. After a long time, he said, "He will live very well in the other world."
"Let's … eat."
Zhao Lanxiang wiped her tears and snatched the safety talisman and put it in her arms.
She said, "No, you eat by yourself."
"I want to go home."
"Go home …" Jiang Jianjun murmured. His heart ached. "Isn't this your home?"
Zhao Lanxiang didn't take anything. She turned around and walked towards the door.
Jiang Jianjun strode forward and grabbed her. "Where are you going?"
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't break free from his tight grip. She lowered her head and bit him hard.
"You can't go." He hugged her waist with his other hand.
"This is your home. Where are you going?"
Zhao Lanxiang stared at Jiang Jianjun's angry eyes and smiled coldly.
This was the man she had loved since she was seventeen. He was tall and mighty. He could wear a green military uniform meticulously and looked masculine. He was the most handsome soldier she had ever seen.
He had the most beautiful eyes, as quiet as the deep sea. When he smiled, it was like stars falling into the deep sea, deep and moving.
He could charm the seventeen-year-old Zhao Lanxiang and almost fill her world. But the thirty-five-year-old Zhao Lanxiang was tired. She let go of the hand in her mouth, which was mixed with a mouthful of blood.
"Don't come near me. I feel dirty."
Jiang Jianjun's eyebrows were raised high. His face paled.
"I didn't do anything to let you down."
"Fang Jing and I —"
"Stop. I don't want to hear about your nonsense."
She thought, Rome wasn't built in a day. She understood some things, but he was still living in his own world. It didn't hurt or itch. This wasn't fair …
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his stubborn and stubborn eyes and broke free. "Okay, I won't go."
Jiang Jianjun happily brought her to the dining table. He put the chicken soup he had boiled all morning in front of Zhao Lanxiang and pushed it towards her.
"Try it and see if it suits your taste. I simmered it in the stove before I went to the hospital. "
Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything. She just silently scraped the oil floating on the soup. After a long time, she reluctantly drank a few mouthfuls.
She swallowed two mouthfuls of chicken soup and said, "This is the first time you've made soup for me."
"When I was pregnant with Jiejie, I lacked nutrition and my feet had cramps. I mentioned it to you a few times. You never thought of making soup for me. Later, when my mother found out, she came to the courtyard every few days to give me soup to nourish my body. She complained that you didn't care about me. But I never dared to tell you. "
"Because complaining has never worked on you."
Jiang Jianjun's smile froze.
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly, "Fortunately, it's all in the past."
Jiang Jianjun suppressed the surging emotions in his heart. He picked up some fish for her. "Eat more fish. You like it."
Zhao Lanxiang used her chopsticks to remove the fine scales on the fish. She said indifferently, "It's fishy. I don't want to eat it."
Jiang Jianjun frowned and tasted a few pieces of fish. He peeled the fish skin and left the non-fishy meat for her. "Eat this. I promise it won't be fishy."
Zhao Lanxiang flipped the scrambled eggs again and took out the eggshell. She said lightly, "You don't know. I don't like to eat eggs. We've been married for 16 years … "
"We live under the same roof. You don't know my taste, but from the first day I came here, I knew you don't eat chives, coriander, radish, pumpkin, fungus, mushrooms …"
Jiang Jianjun's lips moved for a moment. "I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, it's not an important person or important matter. If you can't remember it, then don't remember it."
Jiang Jianjun's breathing stopped slightly.
At night, Jiang Jianjun hugged a new silk quilt and turned on the air conditioner.
Zhao Lanxiang got into bed and moved the pillows so that they were on opposite ends of the bed.
Jiang Jianjun quietly moved the pillow to her position and said softly, "Let's sleep."
When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that she was on the other side of the bed, far away from him. She was curled up in a corner.
When he adjusted her sleeping position, his thumb touched her pillow. It was wet and cold.
He thought it was a leak from the air conditioner, but when he turned on the lights, he found that it was her tears. As she slept, tears flowed down her cheeks.
Jiang Jianjun looked at her for a long time. She frowned even in her sleep.
…
Jiang Jianjun submitted an application to change his job. He wanted to change it to a stable but mediocre job because it would allow him to stay in the army for an entire year.
When his parents found out about his decision, they thought he was crazy.
However, his superiors quickly approved his application and transferred him to another position.
He had more time to stay at home. He worked from nine to five and occasionally worked overtime. He took on the housework. He cooked three meals a day, mopped the floor, swept the floor, and tidied the house.
He didn't do well in the past, but now he tried hard to be a qualified husband. He exhausted the patience that he had in his life.
However, Zhao Lanxiang's appetite became less and less. She became thinner and thinner. At the end of the year, she was almost 40 kilograms.
Jiang Jianjun saw her vomiting in the toilet countless times. It was the kind of vomiting that was resistant to food.
It wasn't the morning sickness that he was familiar with. In the past six months, they had never done anything as husband and wife.
He looked at her for a long time and said, "I'll ask Mom to cook for you."
Zhao Lanxiang wiped her mouth and said lightly, "No need."
"It's just vomiting. It won't kill me."
"Do you know how much a pregnant woman vomits? When I was pregnant with Jiejie, I would vomit whenever I smelled meat. I would vomit whatever I ate. I was so hungry that I couldn't eat anything. I had to drink sugar water every day to maintain my strength."
These words couldn't help but evoke Jiang Jianjun's memories. In the early stages of her pregnancy, she was very nervous and careful. She was afraid that he didn't like the child.
She did the housework more diligently. She cooked a lot of delicious food for him and tried to please him both inside and outside.
She didn't show any signs of weakness.
At that time, he felt the warmth of a family and went home more often.
Zhao Lanxiang said calmly, "If you don't know, I'll tell you. These aren't secrets. It's just that you don't care about people and aren't interested in knowing. I used to be envious of others. "
"Other women have their husbands to take care of them when they're pregnant. Other than taking care of myself, I also have to serve you well. I'm anxious because you don't like the child. I thought that no matter how cold and hard my heart is, it should be warm after ten years. But 16 years have passed and it still hasn't warmed up. "
"Now I understand. A forcibly picked melon isn't sweet. Because I was blind and trusted the wrong person, I admit it. I'll swallow all the bitterness by myself. No matter how difficult it is, I'll bear it by myself. But — "
She choked.
"My child, he's dead …"
She said "dead" calmly. A wave of discomfort came over her. She vomited violently and vomited everything in her stomach.
When she was done, she began to sob.
His heart was heavy as if it was filled with lead. It was extremely uncomfortable to be stuffed in his chest.
"Don't say anymore … I can't take care of you. I'll beg Mom to take care of you, okay?"
Jiang Jianjun turned his face away and quickly wiped the water from his eyes. He looked up at the ceiling.
…
In the autumn of 1993, He Songbai became busy after he made a name for himself in the financial market of Shenzhen. But no matter how busy he was, he would still take a few days off at the end of every month to return to G City without being disturbed.
No matter where he was, no matter what he was doing.
He found out that after Zhao Lanxiang was discharged from the hospital, she returned to the military compound to live with Jiang Jianjun. He once watched her from the military compound from afar.
He watched her look at the scenery from the window upstairs. She watched the sunrise and the sunset. She didn't leave the house and confined herself in a small world.
She became more and more haggard and weak.
He spent money to buy candy and toys and coaxed a group of children to their liking. He had watched these children grow up, so he knew their temperament and natural disposition very well.
The lively children downstairs shouted for Zhao Lanxiang to come down and play. Day after day, they were enthusiastic and stubborn.
Zhao Lanxiang was unmoved at first. She silently watched them play downstairs for a month.
Looking at them, she felt like she was looking at grown-up Jiejie and Nannan. It was a ball of joy, with an inexhaustible amount of enthusiasm.
One day, the children all disappeared, and the sound of playing disappeared. Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly went downstairs to look for them.
The little fatty whimpered and grabbed her calf. The little girl softly begged her to play and pretend to be her mother.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't resist these eager eyes and played with them for the whole day.
"Auntie, why are you so thin?"
"Yes, I'm as thin as my sick grandfather."
Zhao Lanxiang touched the child's face and said, "Because I don't eat, I'm picky about food, I'm thin and ugly. You can't learn from me."
"You can only grow meat and grow if you eat more."
The man in the corner heard this and a look of contemplation flashed across his eyes.
A few days later, the little girl took out a handkerchief from her pocket. "Auntie, you eat."
It was a black plum. It looked ugly, but it tasted very good. It was sweet and sour, and it could stimulate saliva and quench thirst.
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang didn't know that it was the Purple Sumei.
Zhao Lanxiang was forced by the little girl's enthusiasm and ate a few. The little girl said, "Alright, twinkle twinkle change magic. Go back and eat more!"
Zhao Lanxiang patted her head.
When the sky turned dark and everyone left, the little fatty ran to the corner and asked his uncle.
"Can you bring us to play football tomorrow?"
"We played house with auntie for a long time. It was very good, wasn't it?"
He Songbai took out the imported chocolates and gave two to each person. His thin face had a slight smile, warm and peaceful, like a spring breeze.
"Okay, I'll play with you right away."
"Remember, this is a secret between adults. You're not allowed to tell anyone."
The children ate the candy and said in unison, "Got it!"
An adult and a few children formed an indestructible alliance.
…
Zhao Lanxiang gradually became more willing to move around, and her appetite improved slightly.
She started to like eating plums and the little wildflowers that the children picked for her from the haystack. She liked the lively and cute children even more, and the meat on her face gradually grew.
Jiang Jianjun was happy with the prejudice and secretly sighed in relief.
He bought some gifts for the children's parents to thank them.
The little girl blinked and asked her parents, "Why did Uncle Jiang give you gifts?"
The child's mother said, "Because I agreed to let you play with auntie."
The little girl said seriously, "We can't accept it. Auntie is clearly the one playing with us."
"He's so stupid. Why doesn't he play with auntie himself? I know he must be too stupid."
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