"Now that I think about it, the naughty things I did when I was a kid were enough to give my dad a headache!"
Thinking of the past, Yan Nian's tone became lighter.
"I still remember one time, when I was only seven or eight years old, I took a slingshot and broke the window next door. There was a little fat guy in the house who was stabbed in the eye by the glass!"
"It scared me so much. I'll look for my dad when I get back!"
"My dad beat me with a stick and said he was going to dig out my eyes and put them in my eyes. I was just crying. I was so scared!"
"Then I found out the next day that the little chubby guy touched the glass on purpose, and the glass didn't hit his eyes at all!"
"You say it's irritating or not. I'll always remember this. A child at such a young age knows how to get into trouble!"
…
"I also remember that your dad beat you and he cried at night."
"Huh? Real or fake?"
Yan Nian didn't even know about this.
All she knew was that her skin was bruised and painful!
"Well, he is a sentimental master. He doesn't say anything. If he beats you, a daughter, of course he won't feel well."
Yan Nian listened quietly and suddenly fell silent.
Suddenly, she realized that two of Ma Xueyan's three sentences were inseparable from Yan Yuming.
When a person is about to die, what she talks about is often the person she loves the most.
Will she and Jiang Beiyuan do the same in the future
When one is gone, what is left by the other is the most painful thing.
Yan Nian was touched. After hanging up the towel, he pushed Ma Xueyan back to the bedroom and changed her into clean clothes.
"There is an open space next to my dad. If you want, you can be buried there."
"What qualifications do I have?"
Ma Xueyan raised her lips with a wry smile.
"In the thirteen years of marriage, he has never really touched me once... In his heart, the woman he loves most will always be your mother. His kindness to me is more like a courtesy to a stranger."
"A couple's kindness lasts for a day, and they must have feelings for you. I can only bury you there, otherwise I can't think of anywhere else."
Yan Nian's voice was muffled and he felt uncomfortable. He turned his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Ma Xueyan's words "What qualifications do I have" made her feel compassion.
"The house here is about to be demolished, so just bury me under this house! I have lived here for most of my life. I don't feel comfortable going anywhere else."
"Aren't you lonely alone?"
"Life."
Life.
Yan Nian said no more.
After all, he nodded.
Ma Xueyan took Yan Nian's hand and asked her to open the bedside table. There was a big box inside.
The black box was covered with dust. After opening it, the aroma of medicinal herbs hit my face.
"This is… ?"
"Three-leaf antler."
"my God… "
Yan Nian went to the traditional Chinese medicine clinic. Aunt Qiao prescribed Chinese medicine for preventing pregnancy for Yan Nian and mentioned this trifoliate antler.
This is a very rare traditional Chinese medicine nowadays. It has an excellent effect on preventing miscarriage. It nourishes blood and qi. After taking it, pregnant women are less likely to have premature labor or dystocia.
However, three-leaf antler usually grows in the mountains. Wild antler is produced once every twenty years, so it is difficult to buy it on the market.
"I know that you had a difficult delivery last time, and I also know that you are pregnant again this time. I went to the mountains with someone to pick it up."
"Thank you. Thank you very much."
Yan Nian felt moved and held Ma Xueyan's hand.
All the hatred disappeared in an instant, and she had no more feelings for Ma Xueyan.
(End of chapter)