Grandma Li has gone through so many things. Her husband and son died early in middle age, her granddaughter had an accident in her later years, and her grandson was imprisoned. She had already started watching the days when she lived with her granddaughter. Seeing it very openly, she used to hope that the He family would spread its branches and leaves, and hug her great-grandson in her own hands.
After so many years, she no longer fantasized about it.
She wiped away tears and said to her grandson, "Enough is enough."
"Brother Bai, don't work too hard, and pay attention to your body. This kind of life is already very good, with food and clothing, and family reunion."
What is she not satisfied with
"Grandma's biggest wish right now is for Brother Bo to eat more and have a good rest. You are too thin." She said, her palms caressing her grandson's thin face.
Dressed in a neat tunic suit, she looks talented, but she is too thin. So thin that even the cheekbones are clearly visible, which makes the elderly feel distressed.
The eldest sister said with a smile and gesturing: "Brother Bo, today, I have an extra bowl of rice."
He Songbai had become accustomed to the eldest sister's soft and gentle voice, and when he saw her gesture again, he couldn't quite get used to it. After he sold his ancestral property in the countryside, he took his eldest sister to the hospital to see her. Because she had missed the opportunity for treatment, the possibility of her ear being cured was extremely low.
In the past two years, He Songbai may not have been the eldest sister who went to the hospital in the big city for treatment. After two years of treatment, she could only recover a little weak hearing.
In addition, medical machinery is one of the key support projects in his own electronics factory. The technology of hearing aids these days is far less developed than that of later generations. In order to make the best hearing aids for the eldest sister, He Songbai specially formed a research and development team.
He stared at the eldest sister. The calm and peaceful smile on her face had a warm affinity, which made people feel relieved.
He rubbed the eldest sister's head and said with a smile: "Eldest sister, let me send you to university."
Although their life trajectories in this life have been different from their previous life, no matter how painful or rough they were, it was already yesterday.
The world is still so big and so exciting, people have to work hard to look forward. Try to make yourself happy and happy. How can a bad person have the qualification to take away their happiness
He Songye waved his hand in horror, "Brother Bo, I can't."
He Songbai raised his lips and showed his teeth, "I said yes, I can."
…
Military compound.
Zhao Lanxiang was in the hospital for half a month before returning home. Originally, after she had a miscarriage, she should sit on Xiaoyue, but this time, her health was even worse. s home.
There will always be that bright red image in her mind, with a strong smell of blood, her blood and the child's blood flowed to the ground, struggling desperately on the ground.
She didn't dare to think about it, but at midnight she would dream of the cute baby. He was so small, his body was so soft, he couldn't even speak, and he smiled like a pure angel.
For seven full months, he accompanied her for seven months, obediently in her stomach, neither noisy nor squeamish. Except for the first two months, he hardly bothered his mother during the pregnancy. Maybe he knew that he was not the child born in expectation. He was so good that Zhao Lanxiang felt guilty and distressed. She also loves talking to him.
Since three months, Zhao Lanxiang has been knitting clothes for him and knitting small shoes with wool. He has a small hat made of colorful wool, soft socks, thin summer shirts, warm autumn clothes, and thick winter clothes. Although Zhao Lanxiang doesn't go to work, he can make money. In his spare time, he customizes clothes for people, designs clothes drawings and sells them to factories in Xinxingdi.
Most of the money she saved was spent on her children. Baby formula, bathtubs, toys, beds in bits and pieces, almost filling their home.
There are his shadows everywhere, how... he suddenly disappeared.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't want to go back to that house at all, she would definitely be unable to bear it when she went back to see those things. She buried him in the cold mud with her own hands, and he will never come back.
But she still has to bear the grief of losing him.
During the days of recuperation, Feng Lian turned off her school work to take care of her daughter. She looked at her daughter's thinning face and felt extremely distressed. She never dared to show a little sadness in front of Zhao Lanxiang, and she cried a few times in private. The doctor once talked to her, and it was said that her daughter was likely to have lost the ability to bear children.
Feng Lian worked hard to keep this secret and did not dare to reveal it.
Day by day, Zhao Lanxiang finally finished her Xiaoyue, and she had to go home.
On the day she went home, Jiang Jianjun came to pick her up. He shaved his hair clean and short, and he was in good spirits. Although he lost a lot of weight these days, he was still terribly handsome.
Jiang Jianjun silently packed Zhao Lanxiang's clothes and folded them one by one, as if using the patience he had never had before, he drove to the military compound. The speed was drowsily slow along the way, barely a jolt.
Zhao Lanxiang returned to their home, pushed the door open, and the house was still spotlessly clean, with bright windows.
It's just that the baby toys, small wooden beds, and strollers that were everywhere at the time have all disappeared, and they have completely changed to what they were a year ago. It was as if time had erased this trace, allowing her to deceive herself with peace of mind.
Jiang Jianjun put on an apron, "Wait a while, I'll make you lunch."
He rarely has the opportunity to cook, because the training is too busy, and the family is rich and pampered, he does not have many opportunities to do it himself. Slowly and clumsily, he made a scrambled egg with tomato, steamed fish, and stewed chicken soup with yam and red dates. The old chicken soup still needs to be simmered for a while. He stared at the beating flame 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 room.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
"Go wash your hands, the meal will be ready soon-"
Before he could finish his words, a triangular peace talisman slammed into his sight.
It was bought by Zhao Lanxiang in order to pray for the child during the Spring Festival last year, and took him to the temple to put a stick of incense on it.
He put away all the things about the child, but he forgot the small one, which was caught in the cabinet. In fact, the house has long been full of traces of children, how can it be removed overnight
Transparent tears filled the woman's eyes, and the moment she heard his voice, her tears flowed down.
Jiang Jianjun's heart suddenly ached. He took the safety talisman and pursed his lips tightly. After a long time, he said, "He will live well in another world."
"Let's... have dinner."
Zhao Lanxiang wiped away tears and snatched the Ping An Talisman into her arms.
She said, "Don't eat it, you eat it yourself."
"I want to go home."
"Go home..." Jiang Jianjun murmured, with a dull pain in his heart, "Isn't this your home?"
Zhao Lanxiang didn't take anything, turned around and walked towards the door.
Jiang Jianjun stepped forward in three steps and took two steps, holding her, "Where are you going?"
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't get rid of his tightly clenched hand, so he lowered his head and took a bite.
"You can't go." He hugged her waist with the other.
"This is your home, where are you going?"
Zhao Lanxiang stared at Jiang Jianjun's angry eyes and smiled coldly.
This is the man she has loved since she was seventeen. He is tall and mighty. He can dress meticulously in a green military uniform and wear a masculine look. He is the most handsome soldier she has ever seen.
He has the most beautiful eyes and is as silent as the deep sea. Laughing like stars falling into the deep sea, deep and moving.
He was able to fascinate seventeen-year-old Zhao Lanxiang, almost filling her world. But the thirty-five-year-old Zhao Lanxiang was tired, she let go of the hand in her mouth, mixed with blood.
"Don't come near me, I feel dirty."
Jiang Jianjun raised his brows high, and his face turned pale.
"I didn't do anything to be sorry to you."
"Me and Fang Jing—"
"Stop, I don't want to hear your shit."
She thought, freezing three feet is not a day's cold. Some things she understands, but he still lives in his own world, no pain or itching. It's not fair...
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his stubborn and paranoid eyes, and broke away, "Okay, I'm not leaving."
Jiang Jianjun happily brought her to the dining table, put the chicken soup that had been boiled all morning in front of Zhao Lanxiang, and pushed her.
"You can drink it and see if it suits your taste. I simmered in the stove before I went to the hospital."
Zhao Lanxiang didn't speak, but silently skimmed out the scum oil floating on the soup, and took a few sips after skimming for a long time.
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 had lack of nutrition and my feet cramped. I mentioned it to you several times. You never thought of making soup for me. Later, after my mother found out, she came to the compound every now and then to deliver soup to me. Make up your body, she complained that you didn't care about me. But I never dared to tell you."
"Because complaining never works with you."
The smile on Jiang Jianjun's lips was slightly stagnant.
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly, "Fortunately, these are all over."
Jiang Jianjun suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and gave her some fish, "Eat more fish, you like it."
Zhao Lanxiang used chopsticks to get rid of the fine scales on the fish, and said indifferently: "It's fishy, don't eat it."
Jiang Jianjun frowned and tasted several pieces of fish, peeled off the skin of the fish and left the unscented meat to her, "You can eat these, you are guaranteed not to be fishy."
Zhao Lanxiang flipped the scrambled eggs again, and pulled out the egg shell from the inside. She said lightly, "You don't know, I don't like eating eggs. I've been married for sixteen years..."
"Under the same roof, you didn't know my taste, but I knew from the first day I came here that you don't eat chives, coriander, radish, pumpkin, fungus and mushrooms..."
Jiang Jianjun's lips squirmed for a moment, "I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter, it's not an important person or an important thing anyway. If you can't remember it, you can't remember it."
Jiang Jianjun's breathing was slightly stagnant.
In the evening, Jiang Jianjun held a bunch of new silk quilts and turned on the air conditioner.
Zhao Lanxiang got on the bed and moved the pillows to be with him.
Jiang Jianjun silently moved the pillow to her position, and said softly, "Go to sleep."
When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that she had slept on the other side, far away from him, curled up in the corner.
When he straightened her sleeping position, his thumb touched her pillow, which was wet and cold.
He thought it was a leak from the newly bought air conditioner, but when he turned on the light, he found that it was her tears. While sleeping, tears flowed.
She frowned even in the dream, which made Jiang Jianjun look at it for a long time.
…
Jiang Jianjun submitted an application, asking for a job change, a stable but mediocre job, because it would allow him to stay in the army all year.
When Jiang's parents knew about his decision, they thought he was crazy.
However, the leader quickly approved his application and transferred him the position.
He has more time at home, working nine to five, with the occasional night shift. He took on the housework, making three meals a day, mopping the floor and tidying up the house.
He didn't do well before, but now he's trying hard to be a good husband. I've exhausted all my patience.
However, Zhao Lanxiang's appetite is getting less and less, and people are getting thinner and thinner. At the end of the year, he lost almost 80 pounds.
Jiang Jianjun has seen her vomiting in the toilet countless times, which is a kind of vomiting that is resistant to food.
It wasn't the morning sickness he was familiar with, because in the past six months, they had never been married.
He looked at it for a long time and said, "I'll ask my mother to cook for you."
Zhao Lanxiang wiped his mouth and said lightly, "No need."
"It's just vomit, and it won't kill anyone."
"Do you know how badly pregnant women vomit? When I first conceived of Jiejie, I would vomit when I smelled the smell of meat. I vomited whatever I ate. I was so hungry that I couldn't eat, and I relied on drinking sugar water to maintain my strength every day."
These words can't help but evoke Jiang Jianjun's memory. She was very uneasy in the early stage of pregnancy, and she was very careful, lest he would not like this child.
She is more diligent in housework, cooks a lot of delicious meals for him, and pleases him inside and out.
There was no sign of weakness at all.
At that time, he felt the warmth of the family, and the frequency of returning home became higher.
Zhao Lanxiang said calmly: "If you don't know, I'll tell you. These are not secrets, but you don't take people to heart and are not interested in knowing. I used to envy others."
"Other women are pregnant and have their husbands to take care of me in every possible way. In addition to taking care of myself, I have to take care of you. I feel uneasy because you don't like this child. I thought that no matter how cold and hard a heart is, it should be covered for ten years. Warm. But sixteen years later, it still hasn't warmed up."
"Now I understand, a twisted melon is not sweet. Because I'm blind, I'm not a human being, so I admit it. I'll swallow all the hardships by myself. No matter how hard it is, I will bear it by myself. But—"
She choked.
"My boy, he's dead..."
She calmly said "dead", and she felt uncomfortable for a while, and she vomited violently, spitting out the contents of her stomach.
After vomiting, she sobbed and cried.
His heart was as heavy as lead, and his chest was filled with pain.
"Don't say it anymore... I can't take care of you well. I beg my mother to take care of you, okay?"
Jiang Jianjun turned his face away, quickly wiped the water from his eyes with his hands, and raised his head to look at the ceiling.
…
In the autumn of 1993, after He Songbai made a name for himself in the Shenzhen financial market, he became busy. But no matter how busy he is, at the end of each month, he still takes a few days to be completely undisturbed and returns to City G.
Wherever you are, whatever you are doing.
He found out that after Zhao Lanxiang was discharged from the hospital, he returned to the compound to live with Jiang Jianjun. He had watched her from a distance in the army compound.
Looking at the scenery from her upstairs window, she was fascinated by the scenery, the rising sun and the sunset. She stayed at home and imprisoned herself in a small world.
More and more haggard and thin, weak.
He spent money to buy candy toys and coaxed a group of children as he pleased. These children were all grown up by him, and their temperaments and temperaments were clearly felt.
The lively children shouted downstairs for Zhao Lanxiang to come down to play, day after day, enthusiastic and stubborn.
Zhao Lanxiang was unmoved at first and silently watched them play downstairs for a month.
Looking at them, she seemed to see Jiejie and Nannan growing up. A group of joy, with endless enthusiasm.
One day the children were all gone, and the sound of playfulness disappeared, so Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly went downstairs to find them.
The little fat man slammed on her calf, and the little girl begged her for a piece of the player's house wine in a low voice, pretending to be her mother.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't refuse these eager eyes and played with them all day.
"Auntie, why are you so thin?"
"Yeah, as thin as my sick grandpa."
Zhao Lanxiang touched the child's face and said, "Because my aunt doesn't eat, is picky eater, and is thin and ugly, you can't learn from me."
"Eat more to grow meat."
When the man who stayed in the corner heard the words, a thought flashed across his eyes.
A few days later, the little girl took out a ball of handkerchief from her pocket, "Auntie, eat it."
Dark plums. The appearance is ugly, but the taste is very good, the entrance is sweet and sour, and the thirst is quenched.
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang didn't know that it was perilla plum.
Zhao Lanxiang was forced by the little girl's enthusiasm and ate a few pills. The little girl said, "Okay, it turns into magic with a twinkle, go back and eat more!"
Zhao Lanxiang touched her head.
After it got dark and everyone dispersed, the little fat man ran to the corner to ask his uncle.
"Can you take us to play football tomorrow?"
"We played with my aunt for a long time. It's great, isn't it?"
He Songbai took out the imported chocolates and shared two pieces for each person. A slight smile appeared on his clear face, which was warm and peaceful, making people feel like a spring breeze.
"Okay, I'll play with you now."
"Remember that this is a secret between adults, don't tell anyone about it."
Several children ate the candy and said in unison, "Got it!"
An adult and a few children form an unbreakable alliance.
…
Zhao Lanxiang gradually became willing to move around, and his appetite improved slightly.
She began to like eating plums, like the little wild flowers that children picked for her from the haystack, and more like those lively and lovely children, and the flesh on her face gradually grew.
Jiang Jianjun was happy to be prejudiced, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
He bought some gifts for the parents of these children to thank them.
The little girl blinked her eyes and asked her parents, "Why did Uncle Jiang give you gifts."
The child's mother said, "Because I agree with you to play with Auntie."
The little girl said seriously: "We can't have it, it's obviously Auntie who plays with us."
"He's so stupid. Why doesn't he play with his aunt? I know he must be too stupid."
Jiang Jianjun, who had already left, didn't know whether he heard these words or not, and the baby's mother covered the little girl's mouth in horror.