Li Siqi realized that she had said something wrong. Seeing Li Zhen’s mother’s sadness, she blamed herself, "Auntie, I’m sorry, I’m actually thinking..." She didn’t mention it on purpose. She was so happy just now that she forgot Li Zhen Thing.
What she said just now was to sprinkle salt on Li Zhen's mother's wound. Li Siqi stopped, trying to slap himself severely.
Li Zhen’s mother found that Li Siqi hadn’t followed and stretched out her right hand to her, “It’s okay, my aunt understands, go in for dinner.”
Holding Li Siqi's hand, the two entered the ward together. Li Zhenxiong was sitting by the window, playing with a water glass in his hand. I also used a marker to paint on the top.
Compared to the scene Li Siqi saw last time, the situation this time is considered better. As long as it can be quiet, it means that it has improved.
Li Siqi unscrewed the heat preservation box, took out a few side dishes, and filled two bowls of chicken soup. Li Zhen's mother had already walked to the window, patted Li Zhenxiong's back lightly, her eyes full of dozing.
"Hey, we're going to dinner, it's delicious." Li Zhen's mother pulled down the chair and helped Li Zhenxiong to get up. This time Li Zhenxiong did not resist, but directly hugged Li Zhen's mother's arm and acted like a baby in her arms. Just like a child.
"I want to eat meaty, I want to eat meaty, my mother is a bad guy..." Li Zhenxiong pursed his mouth in anger, arms wrapped around him. The look in Li Zhen's mother's eyes is also dependent.
Li Zhenxiong's condition is more serious, and he has completely forgotten who the other party is. His current IQ stays at the age of seven and needs to be coaxed.
Li Zhen's mother was not angry, she gently took his hand and sat down on the sofa. When Li Zhenxiong is normal, there is no intersection between the two. He is busy with work and does not go home all day. Talk less.
Now that Li Zhenxiong is sick, the person who depends most on it is Li Zhen's mother. I listened to her the most, what other doctors wanted him to do, he wouldn't listen at all.
Li Zhen's mother first felt that life had no meaning anymore, like this, why do you keep on living. But because of Li Zhenxiong's illness, she couldn't bear to watch him suffer. If she persists, her hard work will be rewarded. She already feels the difference Li Zhenxiong treats herself.
"Come on, open your mouth... Is the meat delicious? Si Qi made it by himself. Do you know if you want to eat more?" Li Zhen's mother was holding a spoon to feed Li Zhenxiong, coaxing the child to treat him.
Li Siqi looked at the warm picture in front of him, and his heart was warm. She felt that she was sitting here now, it was a bit redundant. One day the husband and wife will have a hundred days of grace, and the relationship must be very deep. She admired Li Zhen's mother's patience.
A face flashed in Li Siqi's mind, thinking of Jiang Yunchen. Although the two divorced, her feelings for Jiang Yunchen did not deteriorate. She chose to sign the divorce agreement, not because she didn't love him, but because of love she let go and made him happy.
She once imagined that her married life with Jiang Yunchen was as sweet as this, but the reality was always cruel. This can only be her personal thoughts. Perhaps, Anya and Jiang Yunchen are also eating so lovingly now.
After Li Zhen's mother fed Li Zhenxiong, she started to eat. She gave all the meat to Li Zhenxiong to eat, and left some clear vegetables for herself. Li Siqi looked at Li Zhen’s mother and couldn’t help but speak.
"Auntie, I will cook more meat next time. Today is too little, and you don’t have enough to eat..." She understood that Li Zhen’s mother gave the best to Li Zhenxiong, but she should also pay attention to her body. of.
Even if Li Zhen's mother was at home, she was a big fish every day. Now she is eating so casually, Li Siqi feels a little bit emotional. Li Zhen's mother is so old and can't work so hard.
"Siqi, it's enough to eat. Aunt Li is afraid that Uncle Li will take some drips every day and consume too much, so I give it to him... No matter how much you make, it's the same." Li Zhenma smiled softly, comforting Li Siqi. It has been very hard to be able to bring food to them so far. How can I ask for something.
The Li family is now in decline, and the servants in the family are almost cut off, leaving only two cooks. Li Zhen’s mother is not good enough to trouble Li Siqi any more, she thinks she can survive.
At this age, there is nothing I have experienced. It used to be a clear soup with thick vegetables, but at that time it was sweeter than it is now. Li Zhenxiong and Li Zhen's mother also helped each other to this day, and they shared weal and woe.
"Siqi, you won't have to deliver food to us in the future. You also have your own business to be busy. Besides, don't we have servants, don't worry, don't take a special trip..." Li Zhen's mother did not see Li Siqi Speaking, started talking again.
Young people have things young people have to do. Li Siqi is worried about her all day, and Li Zhen’s mother is really upset.
Li Siqi heard that Li Zhen's mother had said so, and she was not good at insisting on it. Came over to help her serve some food and watched by the side.
Li Zhenxiong started playing with chopsticks again, making quick gestures as if he were a nunchaku. He couldn't hear anything while muttering in his mouth.
"Don't worry about him, your uncle was sent to the hospital, and the situation is much better, thanks to you..." Li Zhen's mother stared at Li Zhenxiong and sighed. Thinking of the scenes I faced at Li's house a few days ago, my head still hurts.
She thanked her from the bottom of her heart, without any falsehood. Had it not been for Li Siqi's timely delivery, it is estimated that Li's house would have been demolished.
"Auntie, it's all I should do. Tell me if you have anything to do. Don't be polite." Li Siqi said seriously, and found that Li Zhen's mother had finished eating, and began to help clean up the dishes.
The living room is empty, Jiang Yunchen is sitting in the study alone. The contents of the envelope are still vivid, and he did not expect Li Siqi to love himself so much.
Jiang Yunchen stared out the window for a long time, took out the divorce agreement from the table, looked at the name signed by Li Siqi, his eyes flashed dim. He and Li Siqi have been divorced for a few months, and time flies so fast.
With long slender legs kneeling on one knee, Jiang Yunchen dragged out a black safe. Enter the password skillfully, and the box is opened. There are letters that Li Siqi didn't take away before, and letters written by Tang Xiao to Jiang Yunchen.
The intricate relationships are like these messy envelopes, making people unclear. The yellowed paper was a little torn, Jiang Yunchen carefully spread them all on the table and compared them.
Li Siqi is Li Siqi, Tang Xiao is Tang Xiao, two people can never replace, nor can they become each other completely. They are all imitations, Li Siqi's handwriting is very similar to Tang Xiao's. But it was not written by Tang Xiao.
Jiang Yunchen looked at the densely packed fonts, as if affecting his nerves. His temples were beating frantically, and his brows frowned.
Jiang Yunchen decided to clarify the relationship between himself and them and understand his own heart.
(End of this chapter)