Chapter Forty-Eight: Mother: She Looks Like Her

Everyone thought that Wei Ran had nothing to do with Emperor Youhuang when he left Youhuang. The fact is that he took a back seat and became the vice captain of Youhuang, and only three people knew about it, Changwu and Wang Chao, plus himself.

Wei Ran knew Changwu's temperament, and believed that she would really do it, and even more believed that if she left, the rest of Youhuang would follow, and now Changwu's prestige in Youhuang was higher than that of him, the founder.

Wei Ran lay on the chair in frustration and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Are you going back?" Changwu took Yan Ya's hand and asked sideways.

"Back." Yan Ya said firmly, his tall body was proud, Wei Ran asked him to be too embarrassed, and if he stayed, he was afraid that he couldn't help it, in terms of skill and strength, he knew that he couldn't compare to him.

Thinking of this, Yan Ya's heart hurt terribly, and she took a deep look at the person who was walking in front of her, there were too many powerful people around her, and he didn't seem to be able to help anything.

On the special plane, Changwu and Yan Ya returned to Yuancheng, and the two of them each went two ways, Changwu went home, and Yan Ya went to the company to deal with things.

Who let Yan Ya create the bitter fruit of his own making.

Changwu took a shower, called Gu Tou back, and repeatedly promised that he would go to class tomorrow.

The only thing that gave her a headache was the next debate competition.

I thought that she had been away for nearly a month and that the debate tournament should be over, but she was just ready.

Changwu went to her mother's room to talk to her.

"Wu'er, can I be discharged from the army?" Mrs. Chang rubbed the back of Changwu's hand and said distressedly. The disappearance last time, not only Yan Ya was anxious, but she was also anxious in her heart, and the elder only said that the country had a life, which made her feel relieved.

My child is missing, how can I be relieved to be a mother.

Changwu sighed in her heart, she was sure that the matter of Ogas had not reached the family.

"Hey, if you say you're missing, you're missing, and my mother can't bear it." The eldest mother was worried.

"Mom, I'll take care of myself." Changwu sat on the carpet, rested his head on the knee of the long lady, and lifted the corners of his mouth.

"I heard you're with Yan Ya."

"Hmm."

"You are bitter, your mother doesn't interfere in your emotional affairs, and you don't forget what you said, don't force it if you can't get it." The eldest lady exhaled a long time, remembered something bad, and coughed lightly, "I can't force it, I was happy when I was young, but I don't mean that I will be happy in the future." ”

Before Changwu could digest what she meant, Mrs. Chang continued to cough.

"Drink water." Changwu hurriedly poured water and fed it, and seeing the tiredness on Changfu's face, he said softly: "Mom, you rest, I'll go down and get some food, and when I wake up, I'll let Aunt Wan bring it to you." ”

"Well, it's been a long time since I've eaten what you cooked." The eldest lady smiled gently.

Changwu helped Mrs. Chang to sleep, went out lightly, went down the stairs, and entered the kitchen.

For as long as she can remember, her mother has been in poor health and rarely leaves the compound. But this gentle woman cherishes her very much, and in the sixth year of primary school, she insists on picking her up and going to school, and the zoo and amusement park will take her to play regularly. It wasn't until junior high school that my mother was physically forbidden to suffer from the cold, and under the persuasion of my father, my mother gave up this right and waited for her to get out of school at home.

I don't remember when it began, she and her mother drifted apart, occasionally talking, but there was an inexplicable gap in the middle.

Changwu boiled porridge, made a few side dishes, and served it himself without borrowing Aunt Wan's hand.

Half covered with a white floral blanket, the luxury is tranquil, the curly milk tea color is rolled up, the eldest lady's eyes are tight, she sleeps unsteadily, her long hair trembles, her face is close to pale, because of the long-term use of traditional Chinese medicine, the body exudes a faint fragrance of bitter medicine.

It should have been the sound of Changwu's footsteps, and as soon as she put down the plate, Mrs. Chang woke up.

"It's done, it smells so good."

"I haven't done it for a long time, and it may not taste good." Changwu blew the porridge in the bowl and handed it to her mother, then took two pillows and put them behind her.

"You're doing a good job." Mrs. Chang praised succinctly, and her actions gave people a lot of encouragement, and she drank two sips regardless of her image, telling the people who made it that it was really delicious.

At this point, Changwu is very much like her, and she doesn't want to say more, so it's better to do it than to say it. And no matter whether the other party does good or bad, as long as she bothers to do it for you, she can't judge the other party for good or bad.