At the gate of Jincheng Prison, the heavy gate slowly opened.

With the support of two female prison guards, Weng Xiaomei dragged her heavy sick body out of it.

Her face was pale, her eyes were blank, and her expression looked very painful, perhaps because of the pain.

In just two months, Weng Xiaomei has gone from a high-ranking lady to a terminal cancer patient.

It's also sad to think about it, the clock of her life is already counting down, as if she will suffer for one more day.

Zhu Wuwu grabbed Weng Xiaomei from the prison guard's hand and called her, "Mom."

Weng Xiaomei glared at her unhappily, with a stubbornness in her voice: "What are you doing here?"

She didn't seem to want to see her.

At this time, her attitude towards her has not changed at all.

Weng Xiaomei directly shook off her hand, and said in a bad tone: "You let go, I don't need your help."

This is what Lin Yunlang said that her mother has changed a lot?

Not necessarily.

Lin Yunlang stretched out his hand and stepped forward to support Weng Xiaomei, this time she did not refuse, but was very cooperative.

Weng Xiaomei's completely different attitude towards the two made Zhu Wuwu's biological daughter even more embarrassed.

Lin Yunlang settled Weng Xiaomei, and whispered to comfort Zhu Wuwu: "Auntie, she may not be in a good mood today."

"I'm fine." Zhu Wuwu pursed his lips and showed a far-fetched smile.

Taking care of a terminally ill patient like her mother, she was already mentally prepared.

The car sped all the way.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy, and none of the three people spoke.

Zhu Wuwu, who was in the front passenger seat, glanced in the rearview mirror from time to time.

Weng Xiaomei rested her head on the chair, her bloodless pale face revealing a dead air.

Sickness is such a terrible devil that can torture a healthy person like this in a short period of time.

An hour later, the hospital arrived.

Accompanied by Su Banxia, Zhu Wuwu helped her mother successfully complete the hospitalization procedures.

Su Banxia sighed, and said in a serious tone, "Don't worry, your mother's situation is not optimistic. At this time, we doctors are thinking about how to alleviate the patient's suffering, improve the patient's quality of life, and provide end-of-life care for the patient, so that she can complete the last journey of life with dignity."

Zhu Wuwu asked her without giving up, "Banxia, is my mother really okay?"

Su Banxia nodded: "Well, pancreatic cancer is one of the most difficult cancers to treat, and the mortality rate of advanced patients is often as high as more than 90 percent.

I wish the worry-free heart a cool mouth, and the cold air in the whole body rises straight up.

"Don't worry, you want to be open, death is the same as birth, it is a person who must face it in his life. Banxia is right, what we have to do now is to face the facts calmly, do our best to let Auntie pass the last stage of her life with high quality, and send her away calmly."

Lin Yunlang was really worried that she would not be able to withstand the blows one after another, first the child, and then her mother.

Zhu Wuwu lowered his eyes, the sadness in his eyes spread, and his voice trembled slightly: "I know......

Su Banxia stretched out her arms and hugged Zhu Wuwu, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, you still have us."

There seemed to be cold tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, Zhu Wuwu's shoulders trembled violently, and uncontrollable cries overflowed from her throat.

There was a time when Zhu Wuwu felt that she was beautiful and sassy, and even the way she looked at work was what she liked.

But recently, she felt that she had changed back to the same time before.

She hated herself like this, but one misfortune after another befell her, and she was stunned and beat her back to her original shape.

How many steps does it take to break a person?

The answer is that it is enough to keep taking away the loved ones around her.

Now that I think about it, apart from life and death, everything else is trivial.

But the endless bad news kept coming, Zhu Wuwu was really fed up, she was overwhelmed with grief and cried with a whin.

Lin Yunlang's expression was solemn, although he tried his best to hide his emotions, his eyes revealed his concern for her.

……

In the next half month, Zhu Wuwu stayed in front of the bed every day to accompany her, but Weng Xiaomei still ignored her.

Zhu Wuwu doesn't care, she's used to it anyway.

The wards were especially quiet late at night. The moonlight shone like water, shining through the window and reflecting on the white hospital bed, soft.

Weng Xiaomei was lying on the hospital bed with her back facing the sky, her face was depressed, and her eyes were empty.

Xu was tormented by the pain, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, her teeth were clenched, and her mouth couldn't help but let out a moan of pain.

Her body seemed to be being bitten by an invisible beast, and her limbs were in unbearable pain.

Zhu Wuwu heard the movement on the bed and immediately got up, stepped forward and asked, "Mom, are you okay?" Does it hurt? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

The flesh on Weng Xiaomei's skinny cheeks collapsed violently, a pair of dry lips were bloodless, and she squirmed, making a painful and helpless voice: "Hmm."

A few minutes later, the doctor injected Weng Xiaomei with analgesics, and she calmed down.

Zhu Wuwu saw her mother's dying appearance, and her eyes were sour.

The room was quiet, and even the slightest sobbing would amplify infinitely.

Weng Xiaomei slowly opened her eyes and said weakly, "What are you crying about? Am I not dead yet?"

Zhu Wuwu turned his head to wipe away his tears: "You sleep, I won't make any noise with you."

"No worries."

Weng Xiaomei rarely called her by her first name, and even if she did, she had her first name and surname.

This made Zhu Wuwu feel uneasy, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Remember to wait until that time comes, don't resuscitate, don't intubate, don't go to the intensive care unit." Weng Xiaomei felt very tired when she said a word.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes were red, and he nodded, "I know."

After a long break, Weng Xiaomei spoke again: "Don't worry, I have always lied to you that I am an orphan, but in fact, you have a grandmother."

Zhu Wuwu's eyes shrank, and his tone was shocked, "Grandma? Is she still alive in this world? Why haven't I heard you mention her before?"

"Probably." Weng Xiaomei sighed, "I haven't seen her since I ran away from home at the age of sixteen, and I told myself to treat her as if she was dead because I hated her."

They all say that mother's love is great, I really can't imagine that her mother will hate her mother like this?

There is a saying that without the suffering of others, do not advise others to be kind, perhaps there is another hidden truth in this.

Weng Xiaomei seemed to fall into a memory, and said: "Your grandmother gave birth to me before she got pregnant out of wedlock. I have the impression that she is very paranoid and very controlling, and constantly instills in me the idea that men are the original sin. She was always emotionally unstable, she would yell at me when she was upset, she would beat me and scold, and she would cry and confess in front of me after every beating, and I was fed up with her."

"And that's not all. She both hates men and can't do without them, and every once in a while she will fall into a cycle of passionate love-lovelorn. Until one time, I was bullied by the man she brought back, and what I didn't expect was that it happened with her acquiescence. She did not hesitate to sacrifice my daughter in order to keep that man, and I was only sixteen years old at the time, and I hated her, and I never wanted to see her again."

Zhu Wuwu was shocked: she thought her own was unfortunate enough, but compared to her mother's past, it didn't seem to be anything at all.

It turns out that misfortune can also be inherited.

Weng Xiaomei's hands clutched the sheets, crying bitterly: "I swore that I didn't want to be like her, but now that I come back, I still became her...... Woo woo ......"

She was a victim, but she ended up being the perpetrator.

Weng Xiaomei couldn't care about the pain in her body, and cried breathlessly.

Zhu Wuwu cried and begged her not to

"Mom, don't you say it again, okay?"

After about seven or eight minutes of gasping, Weng Xiaomei continued to open her eyes and speak: "Don't worry, you remember that all obsessions come from greed, and now I don't even have the strength to hate your father."

It turned out that Weng Xiaomei couldn't forget Lin Shaoshan until she died, he may be the only man she has ever loved in her life.

Just now, Zhu Wuwu also flipped through the news of her father Lin Shaoshan and her successor Mrs. Lin attending the dinner on her mobile phone.

The suppressed emotions in her body poured out in an instant, and she finally cried, or to be precise, she cried for Weng Xiaomei.

Weng Xiaomei back then probably fell in love with Lin Shaoshan miserably.

Now that they have broken off all their love, they don't even feel the need to look at each other before they die.

*

A few days later, Weng Xiaomei's condition became worse and worse.

Lin Yunlang brought the news of Grandma Zhu Wuwu in time, it turned out that she died of illness three years ago.

Hearing the news, Weng Xiaomei left two lines of tears in her eyes.

said that she hated her no matter how much she hated her, but after all, that person was her mother who depended on her for life, and she still remembered her in her heart.

When she was dying, Weng Xiaomei opened her eyes as if she was returning to the light, she was speechless, she looked at Lin Yunlang with a blank look, and then looked at Zhu Wuwu.

Lin Yunlang knew that she wanted to entrust Zhu Wuwu to him.

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll take care of it." Lin Yunlang held her hand tightly.

Zhu Wuwu stood on the side and was already crying, her tears were like beads with broken threads that could not be stopped, and her heart was like being stirred, bleeding and tearing by a crusher......

No matter how many times she goes through it, she still can't get used to this kind of life and death separation between relatives.

Before closing her eyes, Weng Xiaomei's eyes were the only ones who did not have the fear of death, as well as the nostalgia and unwillingness to live.

Perhaps in her eyes, death is the best relief.

The cold instrument made a "tick--" sound.

The doctor pronounced the time of the patient's death.

"Mom! Mom!" From the ward, there was a heart-rending voice of Zhu Wuwu.

……

Three days later, Zhu Wuwu walked out of the funeral home with an urn in his hand.

In addition to Brother Lin, there was also Su Banxia.

Good or bad, rich or poor, in the end it is just a handful of ashes, dust to dust, dust to dust, dust to dust.