"Our kind of family is called a dead family in the countryside! I don't know how many people behind it have to wait to see my jokes!"

Xia Wenfang was like being struck by lightning, and looked at her husband in front of her fixedly, really feeling that she didn't know him as a person.

Su Zhiyi didn't understand what those two words meant at the time, but she knew that the next moment the door was vigorously pushed open, and she couldn't dodge and was hit by the door all of a sudden, and she subconsciously covered her mouth.

Su Changzhi came out of the door in a hurry, only to feel that the door panel had hit something, and his hand reflexively wanted to help, but after seeing Su Zhiyi who was paralyzed on the ground, he stopped his hand, and then withdrew his hand after a pause, and left directly past her.

Su Zhiyi's fawn-like eyes stared at him tightly, and he let go of his hand after watching him leave without looking back.

As soon as she let go, she saw the tiny tooth lying in the palm of her hand, mixed with blood.

Finally, on the day she was eight years old, she lost her tooth, the tooth that had been loose for a long time.

That night, Su Zhiyi rinsed her mouth countless times before she finally stopped the bleeding, because there was a saying in her hometown that her upper teeth were thrown into the well, so she went out alone early the next morning, ran a long way to find a well, and threw the teeth lying in the palm of her hand.

The ripples caused as the teeth fell into the water, and she stared at the ripples for a long time before turning away.

Su Changzhi was a little embarrassed when he thought of what he had said, and he couldn't help but raise his voice a little louder: "What are you doing mentioning this?"

Song Maolin hurriedly stopped it and became a good person: "Brother Changzhi, don't say that, Tang Tang is also well-intentioned, Tang Tang." ”

She turned her head to look at Su Zhiyi, and said gently: "Since the girl is a little padded jacket and the boy is a military coat, these are all to protect against the cold, let alone say anything, anyway, I think boys and girls are the same." ”

Su Zhiyi looked at her face, he couldn't get used to it, but he thought that if he couldn't get along with her in front of so many people, he wouldn't be able to get any sweetness.

She smiled and followed her words and said, "Aunt Lin's words make me even more envious of Sister Yanran, and I also wish the little sister in your belly to be born safely." ”

Song Maolin's face froze, but she didn't dare to say anything, although her words were not good, but she couldn't find a loophole, she was blessing her, how could she be angry with a little girl in public?

"Let's talk about it when we go home, it's cold here, get in the car. Xia Wenfang didn't let them continue to talk, urging them to get into the car.

When Su Zhiyi got into the car, he glanced at Dr. Jin who was standing at the door with deep eyes.

Dr. Jin stared at Su Zhiyi's eyes, and then felt her heart shrink a little, she somehow only felt that her heart was weak for letting a child look at it.

Dr. Kim was stunned in the cold wind, and the little nurse who had been looking for her finally found her, but saw that she was looking into the distance, and as she looked over, she saw only the butt of a black jeep.

"Dr. Kim?Dr. Kim?!"

"Huh?" her thoughts were pulled back, and she turned her head to look at the people around her casually, "What's wrong?"

"The patient is still waiting for you in the operating room!"

"Oops! I almost forgot! Let's get back. With that, she turned away and trotted back into the building.

Helping Song Maolin send all the things home, Su Zhiyi took the opportunity to visit their home.

In the past, although they had been with Song Maolin's mother and daughter for a long time, they all went to the Su family to find her, and they rarely had the opportunity to come to the Song family.

Song Maolin's home is very simple, about dozens of square meters, two bedrooms and one living room, as soon as you enter the door, you can see a fabric sofa, and the TV is not big, it is a nineteen-inch black and white TV.

Even the coffee table in their house is a little shabby, and it doesn't look like the place where his wife lives in Su Lianchang's son.

Everyone was packing up their things, and Su Zhiyi looked around like a Sherlock Holmes, as if he wanted to find clues that Su Changzhi had been here.

"Tang Tang, are you thirsty?!" Song Maolin looked at her all the time, feeling a little scared, especially when she saw that she was going to the bedroom, so she grabbed her.

"No, maybe they are thirsty, go and pour them water." Su Zhiyi pointed to his parents who were holding the quilt from the car.

Ignoring Song Maolin's obstruction, she directly pulled her hand away, and then entered the bedroom.

Song Maolin followed behind her without hesitation, and the two entered the bedroom almost at the same time.

Song Maolin looked at everything in front of her that was quite neat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

From Song Maolin's relieved expression, Su Zhiyi knew that he had nothing to look at, so he turned his head and walked out of the bedroom.

The family struggled in the Song family for a long time before coming out, Su Changzhi was in a hurry to go to work, and went out with Su Zhiyi's mother and daughter, but he didn't have time to send them back.

Fortunately, the road was not far, and Su Zhiyi was happier and more relaxed, so he and his mother held hands and walked home together.

"Mom, if Aunt Lin asks you out or something in the future, you must take me with you, okay?" Su Zhiyi suddenly spoke.

"Why? You like to be with our two old women?" Xia Wenfang thought it was a little funny.

"Yes, you just need to remember that you must take me with you in the future. ”

Su Zhiyi pretended to be relaxed and said, in fact, she was a little anxious at the moment, judging from the results of her observation just now, Su Changzhi didn't know that Song Maolin's child was gone.

But how long can this be hidden?

Song Maolin will definitely find a way to blame her mother.

Su Zhiyi turned his head to look at the kind woman beside him, and his eyes dimmed a little.

In her previous life, she did not survive the ninety-eight years of the lunar month, and died quietly on the twenty-sixth of the lunar month.

In this year, she has experienced a lot, good and bad, worth hoping for, and should be abandoned.

To be honest, Su Zhiyi has forgotten what happened this year, and the memory is too cruel for her in addition to being too long.

It was fine when she was younger, she hardly dreamed of her when she was seventeen or eighteen, when she was immersed in the dream of having a new sister and a new mother.

A traumatized little girl is already fragile without her mother, and then when she is so depressed that she wants to wrap herself in a shell, a new mother with a loving face appears, and the best friend who grew up together becomes her sister.

The lack of love when she was a child made her feel that her life was much fuller, until reality tore their masks again and again.

"Mom, don't ask why, just remember. ”

Su Zhiyi felt her heart tighten as long as she thought of losing her mother, and she couldn't help but speak again.

Xia Wenfang faced such a daughter, although she was hesitant, she still nodded: "Mom, remember, do you want to be with Aunt Lin and Sister Yanran often, so you play this slippery head?"

Su Zhiyi has been holding her warm hand, and she doesn't want to answer anything at this time, she feels that the years are quiet at the moment, and the two of them walked quietly all the way in the direction of home.