In the evening, it rained again, and the raindrops hit the windowsill, splashing palm-high water.

The smell of food wafts through the floors of the maternity ward, and people come and go in the corridors, and family members stop to talk, congratulating each other in a cheerful tone, and chatting about parenting experiences.

"Alas......" Song Xiuru looked at her unconscious daughter on the hospital bed, raised her hand to wipe her tears, "Child, why is your life so bitter." ”

As if hearing her talking, Nan Yan's fingers resting on the outside of the sheet moved, Song Xiuru suddenly felt a shock when she saw it, she hunched her waist, held her daughter's hand tightly, and called eagerly: "Yan'er, Yan'er!" ”

Nanyan lay quietly, but there was no response.

Song Xiuru sat down on the chair with a bang, and tears poured out of her eyes like a flood that had opened the floodgates.

Even when her wife died, she had never been so desperate as she is today, and when she saw her bloody daughter lying helplessly on the ground, she panicked and her eyes turned black, and the sky fell, and she was at a loss, and she didn't know what to do.

She is a person with no backbone, when her wife was alive, she relied on her husband for everything, and after her wife left, she was used to relying on her son. That's why over the years, he has been led by his son and daughter-in-law, and he has secretly suffered a lot of grievances. Only the girl felt sorry for her, not only did she take money to subsidize her every month, but she never made trouble for her like the girls in the Sixth Bureau Courtyard who cried all day long and went back to her parents' house.

The old neighbors envied her, praising her for giving birth to a good daughter, marrying well, and being filial, and she would not worry about no one to take care of her when she was old.

She said that she still had a son, but in fact, she was happy in her heart, she never worried about her old age, because she knew that even if her son who was like a grass on the wall was not filial to her, she still had a daughter who lived in a big house, besides, her Beibei, her heart and soul baby would also protect her grandmother.

Over the years, she has been at home with her grandson at ease, serving her son and daughter-in-law, turning a blind eye to things, and living an ordinary life that every old lady will experience.

For a woman, this is a hurdle that can't be passed, really can't get over, whether you are a high-ranking leader or a coolie who worries about your livelihood all day long, as long as you are a woman, you can endure any anger, you can eat any hardship, but you can't bear this breath, you can't bear this hardship.

What's more, it's Nanyan, Chen Jiaqi is a bigger and taller figure than the sky for her, and he would rather change himself for him than cater to the likes of the Chen family, but now half a life has passed, and the old man is yellow, but he was kicked away by the negative man with a beast's face.

Thinking of her daughter's future life, Song Xiuru's heart suddenly cut like a knife, she muttered and scolded Chen Jiaqi in her mouth, and raised her hand from time to time to wipe her tears.

"Mom!"

The door opened, and Nan Qiang walked in with a stainless steel lunch box in his left hand and a bag in his right hand.

"It's raining so hard, Mom, look at my shoes, they're all soaked." Nan Qiang raised his foot to show Song Xiuru.

Song Xiuru looked behind Nan Qiang, got up and took the things in his hand, "Go to the bathroom with the umbrella, don't get the floor wet." ”

"Oh." Nan Qiang went to put the umbrella, Song Xiuru walked to the window and looked outside, and couldn't help but look pale.

The light rain just now has long passed, and now no one downstairs has an umbrella.

Her good son.

The acting skills are getting better and better.

Song Xiuru screwed the lid of the lunch box while glancing at Nan Qiang who came out of the bathroom, "Didn't you let your daughter-in-law come?" What's wrong, where does she hurt again? ”

"It doesn't hurt anywhere, it's Shuoshuo, your precious grandson has to pester Xiaohui, I didn't wait for someone to eat, so I came for her." Nan Qiang walked to the bedside and looked at Nan Yan, who was motionless.

"My sister hasn't woken up yet?"

"I was given a sedative because I was too violent, and I haven't woken up yet. Tut! Nanqiang! Song Xiuru suddenly turned around, pointed to the noodle soup in the lunch box that could see the shadow, and asked her son loudly: "What's the matter with this noodle, didn't I ask Xiaohui to stew the three yellow chickens in the refrigerator, what is this, the thin soup is not watery, and there is not even a single oil star, just this noodles, you don't eat them, you let your sister eat them." Song Xiuru glared at Nan Qiang with a sullen face.

Nan Qiang leaned over and looked at the clear water with a few green vegetable leaves floating, and explained in a low voice: "The noodles are made by Xiaohui, I don't know, or I'll call her and ask." ”

He made a gesture to take out his mobile phone, but was stopped by Song Xiuru, "What are you calling, you don't think it's enough to be annoying, aren't you!" ”

"You said there was no oil and water......"

Song Xiuru closed the lid suddenly, pointed at her son and scolded: "You unproductive goods!" I gave birth to you in vain, I was pinched to death by your daughter-in-law all day long, and I didn't even dare to let out a fart, what are you staring at, I was wrong! ”

Nan Qiang pouted, "Xiaohui is not very good to you." ”

"It's good!" Song Xiuru sneered, "Seeing that her mother-in-law was shocked and tired and didn't come over to help her after a busy day, she actually called you here." ”

"I'll come here, I'll accompany my sister here at night, mom, you go back." Nan Qiang said.

Song Xiuru rolled her eyes and pointed to the bag next to the bed, "You escort, but your escort brought my toiletries!" ”

Nan Qiang's face turned red, and he couldn't speak.

Song Xiuru sneered disappointedly and said: "Qiangzi, there are no outsiders here, don't protect your precious daughter-in-law, what kind of person she is, you don't know what kind of person I know." ”

"She'......"

"What is she, don't mention her to me, upset." Song Xiuru pointed to the lunch box and said to her son: "You pour the noodles and go outside to buy a bowl of wontons, your sister will wake up and eat in a while, let her see this noodles, she can't be cold." ”

Nan Qiang reluctantly took the lunch box, and muttered in his mouth: "Who is to blame for this, don't blame my sister, she is such a big person, she doesn't even know that her husband is cheating on her and looking for a mistress, so she is still yelling at our house all day long, don't drag it, Xiaohui and I have always been unaccustomed to her style, she, it is in our family, in front of Chen Jiaqi, she is a little daughter-in-law, only promises, everything is listened to Chen Jiaqi, even living expenses have to be asked for by others, what status can a woman like her have at home!" I see, the fault of this incident is her, a stupid eldest sister, who was played with by others......"

"Nanqiang!" Song Xiuru roared angrily, and then slapped her son's arm hard, her voice was obviously crying, "It's your sister who is lying on the hospital bed, your own sister, what did she do to be sorry for you, you have to say this about your sister." ”

"Mom, I'm telling the truth." Nan Qiang said.

Song Xiuru cried, she held Nan Qiang's arm, and begged: "Qiangzi, mother please, be kind to your sister, she is pointing at us now, if we still make her feel cold, how can she live." ”