It's an hour until lunchtime.

Xi Xi was the most excited, and grabbed her mother and asked her to look here, look there. She was showing her mom her life for 2 days.

When she dragged her mother around, Wenhao, Mrs. Wen, Mo Jielian and Mo Yan sat down at the mahjong table.

"We don't really want to play mahjong, do we?" The writer laughed and laughed.

"If you don't like it, you can go away, I'm going to teach Xiao Yan." Mrs. Wen is quick to talk.

"If you come, you will be safe." The writer was reluctant to leave.

Mother and daughter, mother and son are divided into classes, the mahjong table automatically shuffles and sets cards, and Mrs. Wen devotes herself to Mo Yan to explain the rules.

The writer seemed to have nothing, and sighed to Mo Jielian: "Sometimes, I really don't dare to think about things. ”

Mo Jielian immediately answered, to be honest, that bold thought had been swirling in her heart for a long time. It's just that because one party involves the stepmother of the writer, she can't speak without permission. Now that she heard that the writer also meant this, how could she nod insincerely.

"yes. It is not impossible to say that the hospital obstetrics department or nursery room is holding the wrong one. Hey, I'll have to ask my mother in a while which hospital she gave birth to. ”

"Don't ask," the writer was embarrassed, "Seeing that Xixi's mother is also very fond of Xixi, in case she faces the situation of changing back, how sad she will be." ”

Mo Jielian slapped her thigh: "If you want me to say, if you really change it back, it's not necessarily a good thing." You don't know, because Xixi is not biological, Xixi's grandmother wants a grandson, Xixi's mother refuses to have another child, and she wants to divorce Xixi's father. Before, the young couple was of one heart and one mind, and they lived very well. If this kid is replaced, won't everything be fine? ”

Mo Yan was anxious in his heart, and he felt that 2 ears were not enough.

On the other hand, Mrs. Wen took her hand and talked about the cards, what chickens, a bucket, two, white, southeast, northwest, and ...... On one side is my mother's babbling. She had the heart to suggest that her mother should not talk nonsense, but she was sorry for Mrs. Wen's seriousness. I had no choice but to estimate my mother's position and kick it carefully under the table.

"Oops." The writer beside him screamed.

Mo Yan was a little dumbfounded, not knowing whether to admit that he "accidentally" touched it, or pretend not to know what happened. She secretly glanced at the writer on her right, and was looked at by the writer.

Wenhao laughed at Cen Cen, as if he knew that the kick came from her.

Mo Jielian asked Wenhao with concern what was wrong, and Wenhao smiled: "The puppy under the table scratched my foot." ”

Mo Yan blushed, but he was determined not to admit it. Fortunately, no one continued to investigate whether Teddy, who was lying at Mrs. Wen's feet, really scratched Wenhao's feet.

Before the official start of playing, Xixi's mother came down from the third floor.

The embarrassed mother who was rippling with tears just now is smiling at the moment.

Mo Jielian opened her mouth and said: "Xixi mother, which hospital did you give birth to?" ”

The smile on my mother's face suddenly condensed.

"Mom! said that she wanted to be my sister, but she was not allowed to become an eighth woman. "Mo Yan was coquettish at the right time.

Mrs. Wen half-covered her mouth and laughed: "So, that's why I'm super envious of people who have daughters, and they can meet as sisters." ”

The atmosphere calmed down again. The embarrassed mother smiled wryly. The topic no longer revolves around "changing children".

After eating an extremely sumptuous lunch and packing their personal belongings, Wenhao drove them. Just enough to sit everyone down. In this way, Mo Jielian sat in the passenger seat, and Mo Yan, Xixi, and Xixi's mother sat in the back seat. After waving goodbye to Mrs. Wen, the car drove out of the suburban villa area and drove towards the city.

In view of the fact that Wenhao is not familiar with Xixi's family, Wenhao decided to send Xixi's mother and daughter home first.

Xixi's mother once asked herself to go back, but Mo Jielian grabbed and refused. My mother had no choice but to give her rental address.

The new rental is the opposite of the original rental, almost half a city away. The writer drove to the end by navigating and found that it was a dilapidated old community. Because of the age, restricted by the concept of life at that time, the passage in the community is not wide. After Wenhao drove the car in, he found that there was no place to park.

Fortunately, there were no other cars passing by on the community road for a while, so Wenhao parked the car on the road on the side of the building under the command of his mother.

As she said, she rented a bungalow built by her landlord in a small courtyard. It can be seen that the families on the first floor have encroached on the already small amount of greenery and expanded into their own courtyards. The one rented by my mother happened to be one of the passages near the community, so there was a separate entrance and exit door.

In order not to affect the second floor, the landlord built a low house, about 2 meters high. The first floor has poor lighting, and this simple room built out has only two small pieces of glass, not only the lighting is not good, but the ventilation is also poor.

Just from a high-rise house for a few days of happy life, subconsciously refused to enter.

The embarrassed mother was very embarrassed. It's not beating, it's not scolding, it's not good to coax and coax.

Looking at the humble room that only contained a single bed, a simple wardrobe and a small desk, Mo Jielian's eyes were red. Mo Yan also felt unbearable, and subconsciously shrank behind his mother. Wen Hao stood at the door, obviously stunned.

The embarrassed mother squatted on the ground and coaxed, sobbing and sobbing, and finally was carried by her mother into what she called the "little black room".

Sending people home, Mo Jielian tried to stabilize her voice, squeezed out a smile that was not much better than crying, and told her mother to be careful in everything, contact more if there is anything to do, and if you need help in the future, don't be polite.

The writer recreated the anxiety of begging Mo Yan to return to the company that night. He stood outside the low room, sometimes with his arms in front of his chest, and at another with his hands in his pockets. Fortunately, there was a car passing by on the road, so they were able to avoid the embarrassment of saying goodbye for a long time and leave as quickly as they could.

As soon as she got in the car, Mo Jielian wiped her eyes with a tissue.

"Mom-" Mo Yan grabbed the back of the chair and stroked Mo Jielian's shoulder. She knew that her mother's situation must have brought back her own sad past. It is said that when my mother was swept out by my father, the two-room apartment they live in now is still a rough room, and the hair embryo is very thorough, and there is not even a toilet. Grey cement walls are exposed with wires.

Mo Jielian, who has not gone out to work for many years and has a narrow interpersonal relationship, knelt in the empty embryo room, with no water or electricity, and struggled whether to live or die...... This sad past, Mo Jielian only mentioned it once by chance, the picture is too strong, Mo Yan has been remembering it since he was 10 years old.

"Perhaps, I should do something...... "The writer said quietly.

"Perhaps," Mo Jielian snorted, "and they will eventually survive on their own." ”

The writer quickly glanced at Mo Jielian. I don't understand why she suddenly changed her attitude.

Mo Yan sat alone in the back of the car, half sad about the tragic situation faced by his embarrassed mother in front of him, and half worried that he didn't receive a call from Wang Chengyou yesterday.

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