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Chapter 42

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    When Yu Yi came back in the evening, he found that there were only Song's father and Song's mother in the living room. Aunt Zhao gave him a wink from the side, and Yu Yi knew that the mother and daughter were having a conflict.

    Aunt Zhao brought the food and said, "Let's eat, Sister Qin (Song's mother's surname is Qin)."

    Mother Song sat over without saying a word, looking a bit calm and confident.

    Yu Yi said: "I'll go call Yuanyuan."

    Song¡¯s mother didn¡¯t say anything.

    Yu Yi was about to go upstairs. Song Yiyuan had already opened the door and came down. When she saw Yu Yi, she said, "Why is it so early today?"

    Naturally, I am worried about Song Yiyuan.

    Song Yiyuan also understood as soon as she asked. She felt warm in her heart and said, "Let's eat."

    Song Yiyuan drank half a bowl of soup, ate some braised pork ribs until soft, and put down her chopsticks, "I'm full."

    Song¡¯s father glanced at Song¡¯s mother. Song¡¯s mother ate her own food and didn¡¯t say much.

    After finishing the meal quietly, Yu Yi went to the study to work, Song's mother watched TV, and Song Yiyuan went to another study to read.

    The room was quiet, with only a small sound from the TV.

    After a while, Song Yiyuan vaguely heard Song¡¯s father¡¯s voice, which seemed to be persuading something.

    "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Why are you worrying so much?"

    "Stop crying, let people laugh"

    Song Yiyuan opened the door and came out, and saw Mother Song sitting lonely on the sofa, with her back hunched over, her eyes and nose red, and her hair gray on her forehead, making her whole face look older and tired.

    She felt a pain in her heart and walked over: "Mom, what are you doing?"

    Song¡¯s mother raised her eyes and glanced at her. Her eyes couldn¡¯t help but turn red again, but she didn¡¯t say anything. She stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears and wriggled her lips twice.

    "mom."

    "You still know that I am your mother?" The voice was choked.

    Song Yiyuan felt uncomfortable, so she walked over and patted her, "Stop crying."

    Song¡¯s mother sniffed and said sadly: ¡°As a parent, who doesn¡¯t want their children to be well?¡±

    Song Yiyuan said nothing.

    "When I was three months pregnant with you, your father was a bastard at that time. He insisted on riding a motorcycle after drinking. I told him that I would not ride in his car while I was pregnant with the child. He refused and dragged me on the motorcycle. I couldn't help it.  , so I had to sit on it. Then the car overturned. I was crying, crying and anxious, for fear that my child would fall. I lay on the ground and begged Bodhisattva to bless you. I even said to Bodhisattva at that time,  As long as you are well, I will live less than ten years Fortunately, you are strong-skinned, and you are fine even if I fall so hard that I can't move my hands and feet."

    "When you were born, you were not fourteen days old and you got jaundice. A little girl who was not as long as my arms was sent to a blue light oven and had needles inserted all over her body. I watched you twenty-four hours a day, just because I was afraid.  You move around. Sometimes I can't sleep for a while, and I immediately dream that your little hands are plucked and covered in blood, and I wake up right away"

    "Because you entered the blue light box, no one took the milk, and the left breast was very swollen. I became a mother for the first time, and I didn't know how to express it. Later, the swell became too much, and the milk turned into pus in the breast. It hurt so much that the doctor used  Prick the bamboo stick in and the pus will melt out"

    Song Yiyuan couldn't bear to listen, "Mom" her voice was hoarse and trembling.

    "I am also a mother for the first time." Mother Song choked with sobs. "How many hardships it takes to raise a child, how many worries I have, how many nightmares I have. You children, I don't need you to understand everything, just half.  . I don¡¯t expect you to be great, I just want you to be safe and sound, so that I can worry less and sleep peacefully at night"

    "You always say that you have grown up and are independent in everything, and you don't need us to take care of it. I also beg you to understand that as parents, we can't control it. Our children are being talked about in such unpleasant ways by others.  , which parent do you think is not anxious or angry?" Mother Song sniffed, "You are already twenty-nine years old, and you are well past the age of innocence of little girls. Don't always want to be a great writer, be realistic, be down-to-earth, and live your life.  Have a good day, okay?¡±

    Song Yiyuan said solemnly: "Mom, why don't you let me write?"

    "Have you forgotten about Yang Xin?"

    The blood all over Song Yiyuan suddenly solidified.

    "You have killed someone." Mother Song looked at her with sad and cruel eyes, "You should be more ordinary and quiet. We can't pretend that nothing happened!"

    Song Yiyuan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her teeth chattering due to the cold.

    "Mom, it was not me who killed Yang Xin."

    "If you had said less hurtful words and answered the phone when she jumped off the building, thenp; "Yeah."

    Song Yiyuan closed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, her chest rose and fell heavily, and said in a rough voice: "I don't want to be a housewife anymore. I want to write, I want to make a voice, and I want to talk to more people."

    "good."

    Song Yiyuan felt relieved, raised her head and stared at him: "I know you don't want to hear me say thank you, so I won't say it. The best gratitude between husband and wife is to trust each other and maintain love. I will love more every day  Be gentle, think about you more, and reflect on yourself more. I want to become a braver Song Yiyuan, a better Song Yiyuan, and a Song Yiyuan who loves you more."

    "Well, come on."

    Song Yiyuan looked at him: "Don't love me any more, just stay at this level."

    Yu Yi: "Yeah." It's already agreed.

    The two of them got into the car, Song Yiyuan opened the sunroof, and the wind blew loudly.

    Song Yiyuan suddenly asked confusedly: "Why?"

    Yu Yi actually knew what she was asking.

    Why do you love me so much?

    "You are the light." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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