This granddaughter-in-law is a paper tiger.

In the dim and cramped room, Qi Ye sat quietly on the bed, feeling the warmth in the room, looking at the frost flowers on the small piece of glass on the window because of the cold condensation.

Marriage is a stage of life that I have hated since I was sensible.

I saw my father's desperation, my mother's despair, and the pressure, pain and helplessness in my heart.

Later she grew up and understood.

Most people are three-minute hot, not to mention using a marriage letter to bind one person to be loyal to another person for decades.

That's something that can't be achieved, and it's not an extravagant thing to hope for once you've seen through a lot of things.

It's just that I didn't expect that I, who had obviously seen through the essence of marriage, was surprisingly moved when I heard Lan Qi's words.

"Have you eaten? I'm dying of hunger in the mountains, come and wash your hands and eat! Lan Qingmei shouted loudly to Qi Ye in the back room in the kitchen.

Qi Ye came out of the room and looked at a pot of hot porridge and a few small plates of side dishes on the round table.

Lan Qingmei's face was full of smiles, and she was standing up with a spoon and scooping porridge into the bowl.

Qi Ye put his hand on his already hungry stomach, rubbed it gently, and sat down at the table.

"I make porridge is a must, when I was young, people called me rice porridge Shih Tzu, try my craft." Lan Qingmei proudly put the porridge in her hand in front of Qi Ye.

Qi Ye took a spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl, the porridge of the blue green plum was relatively viscous, and as soon as he stirred, the fragrance of the porridge emanated from the bowl.

"You old lady is really immodest." Qi Ye took the spoon and blew it gently, and then put the spoon into his mouth.

A mouthful of hot porridge flowed down the esophagus into the stomach, and a warm current rushed through the whole body.

"Great people don't need to be humble." Lan Qingmei said with a smile as she drank porridge.

Qi Ye took two bites, put down the spoon, and looked at Lan Qingmei, "Clean up tomorrow, I'll take you to live in the city." ”

Lan Qingmei, who was drinking porridge, heard Qi Ye's words, and the hand holding the spoon paused slightly, and then said without thinking, "Don't go." ”

Qi Ye frowned, "Why don't you go?" ”

Lan Qingmei put down the spoon and looked at the rice grains in the bowl that were shiny by the light, "I'm too old to adapt to your life in the city." Besides, this neighborhood is outside the neighborhood, I can talk to them when it's okay, but when I get to the city, how can there be any neighbors? ”

"Besides, Lan Qi goes to school over there, and I have no place to live, which also increases the burden."

"My mother died." Qi Ye whispered.

The old lady looked at Qi Ye puzzled, not understanding why she suddenly said this.

"She worked so hard to support me. In the end, I was exhausted. Qi Ye's eyelashes trembled slightly, with a ridiculous smile on his face.

"She wanted me to live a good life, but she never knew that the most important thing in a good life was to be happy and happy."

"Even if we live in the basement of a small supermarket, we can only eat a few steamed buns and pickles every day."

"That's a good life, too."

After Qi Ye finished speaking, he smiled and looked up at Lan Qingmei, "I know you're worried that Lan Yi is under too much pressure." ”

"He is working hard now, and he also hopes to give you a happy old age. But the world is impermanent, in case of a setback, in case his road to making money is not so smooth. ”

"And you're old, he can't accompany you in the last good time of your life, I think it will be his last regret."