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Chapter 5 Guilty

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    "mom, Mom, Mom!"

    Seeing mother Song, who was sweating profusely under the sun, walked into the room quickly, she saw her daughter sitting on the floor facing the mirror with a broken face, with tears rolling down her little face  Mother Song was angry and funny when she saw it. People who already had a fever couldn¡¯t sit on the floor even in summer. Mother Song thought her daughter was crying because her face was swollen. After all, little girls love to be pretty.  Song's mother, who was worried outside, hurried to Song Ruyin's side, and supported her daughter vigorously with both hands.

    "Okay, how old are you? Don't you know that you have a fever? How can you sit in the right place at this point? If the heat rises again later, you have to hang the water again. I don't think you want to get sick.  Okay, right?"

    While helping her daughter to the bed and continuing to lie down, Mother Song stretched out her fleshy palm to caress Song Muyin's forehead, feeling that the temperature under her hand seemed to be much lower than before she went out in the morning, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

    Originally, my face was swollen like this because I didn't take my daughter to the hospital because of a momentary thought. It's not that Song's mother is not guilty, but when she thinks that her daughter will be sent to the hospital for isolation and she can't take care of it herself, Song's mother is inevitably a little worried.  After all, there is a lot of noise outside because of this disease. Although it has obviously improved a lot during this time, Mother Song doesn't want to take risks.

    People are always taboo about unknown things. As a commoner who has only been in school for one year, Mama Song doesn¡¯t know much about national affairs and doesn¡¯t have much feelings.  People wondered if they were experimenting with patients. After all, everyone now knows that this disease was a new disease when it first emerged, so many people feel reluctant to treat it in isolation.

    "Mom why are you back at this time?"

    Song Ruyin held Mama Song's palm, and carefully watched the person standing by the bed. The guilt in her heart surged like waves. The person in front of her was her own mother.  When Song Ruyin was a child, she always thought that Mother Song was a patriarchal person. Only in the future would Song Ruyin know how great her mother is.  Daughter, when she was nearly 60 years old, she was still working outside the home. It was only 30 days a month, but Mother Song was able to go to work every day without falling behind. She only wanted to make more money to supplement herself.  This unfilial daughter.

    Comparisons have been unavoidable since ancient times. Comparisons between relatives and friends, between brothers and sisters, and even among neighbors are everywhere. At that time, Mama Song would accept a strange look as long as she was with her brothers and sisters.  The baptism of those who are sympathetic, considerate, and secretly contemptuous. These people never remember how Mama Song helped them when they were young.  How comfortable and comfortable her life is, and at the same time, she didn't forget to persuade Mother Song to sneak out Song Yinyin to praise and criticize her.

    Song Ruyin knew all these things, but at that time, Song Ruyin was already festering from the root like a flower and could not be saved. Until this "rebirth" Song's mother insisted on taking care of Song Ruyin. This kind of maternal love made Song Ruyin's heart like a bubble.  It is bitter in the coptis water.

    Mother Song stared at her daughter's small face, seeing the little eyes she thought she had hidden well, with a smile in her eyes and tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth, for fear that the little girl would think she was laughing at her.

    "You said why I came back, and I didn't check what time it was. Am I not hungry? Well, you continue to lie down and rest, and I will cook."

    Having said that, Mother Song turned around and walked out of the small room towards the kitchen outside.

    In fact, Song Ruyin knew that her mother didn't come back because she was hungry. Girls who grew up in the countryside are basically good at cooking, at least they can cook noodles.  Mom usually takes care of it outside at noon. At noon, Song Yanyin makes food for herself. She will rush back today and say that she is only worried about herself.

    The ceiling fan on the roof was still turning slowly, bringing a little bit of coolness to the hot room. Listening to the faint voice coming from the kitchen, Song Muyin's mind, which had been ups and downs all morning, couldn't hold it anymore. She was already tired  The person slowly closed his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep again.

    "Yinyin Yinyin"

    A soft cry sounded in his ears again, and Song Yuyin, who had slept for an unknown amount of time, woke up from his sleep in a daze, and saw the light flashing in the eyes of the person in front of him.

    "Momwhat are you doing?"

    "Is it burning?Well, what else are you doing, calling you to eat!  get up quickly.  "

    After hesitating for a while, he asked again,

    "Do you want me to bring you food and you can eat it in bed?"

    Elderly people in rural areas have a lot of taboos. The elderly in Wushi generally don¡¯t allow their children to sit on the bed to eat. They think this practice is a curse, saying that only those who are sick and unable to get up will eat in bed. Song  Although my mother is a native of the province, after being married for more than ten years, sometimes she will inevitably be assimilated, but this time she asked this question because she was worried that Song Muyin's body would not be able to hold on.

    "I'm much better, mom, I'm getting up now, you eat first, I'll wipe it first, I feel sweat all over my body, it's too uncomfortable to be stuck to death!"

    "Yo, you have really grown into a girl, and you finally know how to be clean, okay okay, I won't say anything, go quickly."

    Waving her hand amusingly, Mother Song turned and walked to the table.

    Song Muyin was a little embarrassed by the laughter, turned around and quickly ran to the bathroom. Speaking of it, it was because her parents were not around since she was a child and no one was there to teach her carefully. Grandma and uncle think that as long as the child is not hungry, there is nothing wrong with it.  I will bother to discipline and pay attention to hygiene, and the dust in the countryside is everywhere. There are not many children who pay attention to hygiene when they are young. For children in the countryside, dirt is also a kind of toy. Everyone slowly  It's better when you grow up.

    Song Yanyin is now in her thirties, so she doesn't know how to save face.

    The last simple lunch passed in the laughter of the mother and daughter. After Mother Song cleaned up all the pots and bowls, she walked in with a glass bottle filled with water.

    "This is what I let you cool down for nothing. You still have a little fever on your body. Remember to drink plenty of water in the afternoon, you know? Get better soon"

    Putting the glass bottle on the nightstand next to the bed while instructing, Mother Song reached out to probe her daughter's forehead again, knowing that the heat in such a short period of time would not go down so quickly, and finally went out with a little worry.

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