In the next few days, it was another maid, Aunt Chen, who came to take care of Xia Xingchen, she never saw Mother Fang again, Xia Xingchen took the chicken soup made by Aunt Chen, took a sip, and tears fell into the soup.

"Miss, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Aunt Chen was in a mess all of a sudden.

Xia Xingchen wiped his tears, "It's okay, Aunt Chen... I was just... It's just that this soup tastes the same as my mom's cooking, so I remembered my mom, don't worry... I'm fine..."

Aunt Chen sat down and looked at the wound on her wrist in distress, "Hey... Miss, you are young and have a lot of youth, how can you not think of committing suicide? ”

Xia Xingchen held the chicken soup and hung his head, silent and did not speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Aunt Chen continued, "It's better for a person to live without a heart than to die... When you're dead, you're clean and there's nothing... People just love to be stupid... You're alive, at least someone can still look at you a few times... If it's really dead... As soon as the crematorium is delivered, everything will turn into ashes... Except for which acquaintance went to see you on Qingming Festival, who can remember you? Miss, it's okay for people to be stupid for a while... But you have to wake up as soon as possible, understand? ”

Xia Xingchen raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were full of tears, and nodded, "Aunt Chen, I know... I know... Thank you..."

"Thank you, thank you... Miss is willing to listen to me... Don't bother me... I'm so happy... It's a pity that my daughter can't hear me say this...? Aunt Chen sighed.

"Auntie, what's wrong with your daughter? Gone somewhere else? Xia Xingchen put down the spoon and looked at her.

"Yes, I went to a far, far away place, at that time, I was only thinking about how to make money, I divorced her father, and she followed me. Working three jobs a day, how could I have time to care about her, and later, that night... She came to me and said that she was uncomfortable, and I thought at that time, what is uncomfortable about a teenage girl. I didn't bother with her, and the next day, I was still washing dishes in the restaurant, and someone came and said that my daughter jumped off the building and went to the police station, and I learned that she had a slight depression*, *drug, alcohol**smoking, and had a *miscarriage. I realized how I had neglected her, and now I always think if I could talk to her that night, talk to her... Maybe, it's not like this..."As she spoke, Aunt Chen burst into tears and wiped away her tears.

"Aunt Chen, don't be sad... Don't be sad..."Looking at her appearance, Xia Xingchen couldn't help but feel sad.

Aunt Chen wiped away her tears and smiled faintly, "Look at me, patronizing myself, what to do if I say something that makes Miss sad... Miss, drink it while it's hot... Replenish the body. ”

Xia Xingchen looked at her, put down the bowl, and grabbed her hand with his right hand, "Auntie, if you don't mind, call me Xingchen in the future... Don't call me Miss... Treat me as your daughter and let me take care of you. ”

"It's... How can this be? Miss... I... I'm just a servant..."

"Auntie, my mother won't wake up for the rest of her life... I can't talk to someone if I want to... I'll take care of my aunt instead of my aunt's daughter... Auntie hurts me instead of my mother... Good no good? Good no good? Xia Xingchen grabbed her hand and asked, "Otherwise, no one will hurt Xingchen..."

Aunt Chen's eyes were red with emotion: "Okay, good... Later, my aunt hurt... Auntie hurts you..."