Jiang Fuyue frowned.
Han Yunru closed her eyes, unable to see clearly.
But the mother and daughter had an unexpected tacit understanding, and they didn't respond with a single word, pretending that they didn't hear it.
Ignoring irritates the old lady more than arguing.
She still wanted to continue, but Jiang Fuyue went straight upstairs, leaving her a cold back, while Han Yunru went into the kitchen and didn't come out for a long time.
The old lady was facing the empty living room alone, suddenly feeling agitated with nowhere to vent.
At this time, Jiang Da happened to come in from the balcony, holding a pot of green plants in his hand, ready to put it in the upstairs bedroom.
He thought his wife would like it.
"Boss, you stop."
"Mom? What's the matter?" Jiang Da stopped where he was.
"What are you holding in your hand?"
"Lucky Bamboo." He had just pruned it, and it took a lot of effort.
"It's pretty nice, take it to my room."
Jiang Da: "?"
"Why, are you reluctant?" The old lady's face darkened again, "What kind of precious things can't even be given by my own mother?"
"No, it's not..." Jiang Da came to his senses and shook his head hastily, "Mom, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that."
"Misunderstanding? Your reluctance is all written on your face, how can I be wrong?! Compared with the youngest, you are really more than a star and a half behind."
Old and young refers to Jiang Teng.
"When I was at his house, everything that was delicious, easy to wear, and easy to use was close to me. But what about you? You can't even bear to give me a pot of bamboo. What's the use of my hard work to support you?!"
Although he knew that his mother favored the third child since he was a child, Jiang Da was used to it long ago, but he was still stabbed by such a sudden mention.
"Mom," Jiang Da said seriously, "this kind of bamboo needs pruning and care, which is troublesome. I'm not refusing to give it to you, but I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for you to clean it up. I want to get a bigger fortune tree in your room another day. "
It was rare for the old lady to see her eldest son so deep, and there were emotions she couldn't understand in those dark eyes.
Those words made her old face hot, and she immediately became angry from embarrassment.
Perhaps he was used to seeing Jiang Da's submissive appearance, such a sudden slap made him feel extremely uncomfortable, but it also brought him the anxiety that something was about to get out of his control.
So, she chose a more ruthless way, trying to deter—
"Oh! There are many reasons! I want this pot, can't I?! I can't take care of it, so you can take care of it! Boss, you don't even have this little patience for Mom, do you?"
Jiang Da clasped the rim of the basin with both hands, his fingertips turned white.
After a long while, under the domineering gaze of the old lady: "... I will send you to your room."
Only then did Mrs. Jiang smile with satisfaction.
It was night, and everything was silent.
Han Yunru washed off her exhaustion, put on clean pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom.
Jiang Da was like a child who did something wrong, he stepped forward bravely, his eyes dodged: "Mom said she wanted the pot of lucky bamboo, so..."
"Yeah." Before he could finish speaking, Han Yunru responded calmly.
Jiang Da: "?"
Han Yunru: "It's getting late, go to sleep."
The flustered feeling came again, and Jiang Da froze in place, a little at a loss.
In that room, Han Yunru had already turned off the bedside lamp on her side, lay down, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
Jiang Da lay down beside her: "Wife?"
Han Yunru ignored it.
The man knew she wasn't asleep: "Do you remember when we first got married?"
Han Yunru opened her eyes, and the hazy yellow light shone into her eyes, and there was a slight fluctuation.
Jiang Da was overjoyed, and couldn't help but speed up his speech: "I remember the day we went to get the certificate, the sun was very sunny, and there were magpies singing in the morning. The photo was taken in a small photo studio on the street, and the master who took the photo praised you for being special. Be photogenic, call me ugly, and our marriage is like a flower stuck in cow dung."
Recalling the past, a nostalgic look flashed across Han Yunru's calm face.
At that time, poverty was really poor, but happiness was also real happiness.
Jiang Da: "After receiving the certificate, I will promise you that from now on, I will listen to you in all matters, big and small. I will do whatever you ask me to do..."
But this sentence was heard by the old lady, who slapped Jiang Da while she was washing up that night.
The waves in Han Yunru's eyes quickly fell silent.
She turned over, turned her back to the man, and said softly, "What are you talking about? Go to sleep."
Jiang Da pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed for a moment.
…
In the middle of the night, there was a loud noise downstairs.
Han Yunru woke up suddenly, she threw off the quilt and hurried downstairs to the old lady's room.
Jiang Da opened his eyes at some point, and followed behind lightly...
In the guest room, the old lady overturned a bedside table, and the water glass on the cabinet hit the floor, and glass scum was everywhere.
"Where are people?!" She pulled her throat and roared loudly.
Soon, the door opened from the outside, and Han Yunru came in: "Mom, what's wrong?"
"You still know to come?! Why don't you just sleep to death?!"
Han Yunru didn't speak.
"The quilt is so warm? No wonder my son is united with you and alienated from my own mother! If I knew you were a brat, I shouldn't have kindness to save you back then!"
Under the light, the old man yelled and cursed. Han Yunru stood beside the bed, listening quietly, with a cold and calm look in his eyes.
Seeing her unruly appearance, the old lady became angry: "You think I will believe you if you swallow your anger? In fact, you are very annoying to me, an old woman, right? Unfortunately, it is useless to bother you! Jiang Da is my own son. , since you are married to him, you have to be filial in front of me for the rest of your life, serving me tea and water, pouring shit and urinating!"
"Boss is a simple and honest person. Although he hasn't contacted me for more than ten years, he can't be cruel. He can't deny me as his mother! So, listen carefully, if you want to live with my son, you have to learn to be sensible! I let Whatever you do, you must do it!"
"In addition, I advise you to find out who is in charge of this family. Don't think that you can get the boss to stand by you by pretending to be hardworking and blowing a few words of pillow wind. Don't think about it!"
Han Yunru lowered her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes: "Mom, you don't need to say these words, I know them all."
"Heh, it's good to know, if you do your duty, the Jiang family will still have a place for you, otherwise I'll let the boss divorce you! Why don't you help me to the toilet quickly?!"
Since Chunni left, such a scene has happened countless times at night.
The old lady got up five or six times at night, and every time if Han Yunru couldn't arrive in time, she would get angry and throw things and things.
When Han Yunru arrived, she would use the harshest words to humiliate him first, and then let her do this and that like a slave.
The methods of disgusting people emerge in endlessly.
But Han Yunru never complained, and didn't even mention a word in front of Jiang Da.
While the old lady was in the bathroom, she had already cleaned up the glass shards on the ground.
The big ones are picked up by hand first, and the small ones are swept with a broom, and finally wiped with a damp cloth to ensure that the debris is cleaned up before it is over.
And the old lady was already shouting—
"Come in and help me pull up my pants!"
Han Yunru quickened the movement of her hands, and suddenly said, "Hiss..."
She frowned, but she hurried to the bathroom without caring about her finger cut by the glass.
Then came the old lady's voice—
"By the way, flush the toilet."
"It's better to brush it again with detergent, I can't see those pickled things."
"Would you know how to do it?! Bend down a little bit, and then go down, how can you clean it like this?!"
"What are you afraid of when the water splashes on your face? You can't bear this kind of hardship, how can you be the daughter-in-law of Jiang's family?"
"Why, do you despise me for being smelly? Why don't you go over like that?!"
"..."
Standing outside the door, Jiang Da could see clearly from beginning to end, and heard every word clearly.
His entire portrait was struck by lightning, and he froze in place, unable to move.
Her mind is full of Han Yunru's thin figure standing still, listening to the old lady's obscenity without saying a word; and squatting down, picking up broken glass one by one, and the light hit her back, but she couldn't see through it. A picture of warmth...
At that moment, Jiang Da's heart seemed to be tightened by invisible hands, sore and painful, almost suffocating.
The eye sockets couldn't help being red, and soon, a tear fell to the floor.
Then, more and more...
A tall and chubby man just hid in the corner, tears streaming down his nose, crying like a child who couldn't find a home.
He finally knew where he was wrong.
His negligence connived at the old lady's evil, and his tolerance became the reason for her to push forward, all of which deeply wronged Ah Ru...
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Second watch, three thousand words.
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