The gradual and rapid knock on the door outside held back Zhong Nuanyang's tears, she wiped her face vigorously, changed her clothes, and opened the door.

"What's wrong, Bao, are you crying?" Mom keenly noticed that Zhong Nuanyang's mood was wrong, and her eyes were a little red, and she wanted to take a closer look, but she avoided her.

"It's okay, it's just that my eyes are watery and a little painful." Zhong Nuanyang went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet and washed his face.

Zhang Xue stood next to her suspiciously and helped her hand her towel, and helped her wipe her wet hair clean by the way: "I didn't even notice that it was raining outside when I cooked, so I knew I would pick you up at the station." ”

Zhong Nuanyang didn't speak, and walked quietly to the living room, today my sister has a cram school in the evening, and her stepfather has already sent her there. There was only a pair of dishes and chopsticks on the dinner table, which my mother had just put on the table.

"They come back and eat again, I'm not feeling well today, I don't want to eat, you eat first." Zhang Xue looked at Zhong Nuanyang looking at the rice bowl in a daze, and pushed the dishes in front of her: "It's all what you like to eat, you've lost weight recently, eat more." “

Zhong Nuanyang looked at her mother's face that was no longer young, recalling the grievances she had suffered for herself over the years, and felt uncomfortable as if she had been pricked by a needle.

Zhang Xue was frightened, followed behind to help her pat her back and hold the paper, and when she was a little better, she touched Zhong Nuanyang's forehead and found that she seemed to have a fever.

Zhong Nuanyang drank his mother's boiled ginger soup, hugged her boiled hot water bottle and went to bed and lay down, feeling more and more aggrieved in his heart, and the sentence "he doesn't want them anymore......" in his mind was like bubble gum stuck to his feet, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Mom......" Zhong Nuanyang watched Zhang Xue busy pulling the quilt beside her, testing the temperature of the water, and couldn't help but whisper.

"What's the matter, Bao." Zhang Xue's hair was a little messy in front of her forehead because of her busy work just now, she pinned her hair behind her ears with her wrinkled hands, and looked at Zhong Nuanyang with concern.

"You, will you regret ......?"

"Regret what?"

"Regret...... I regret giving birth to my ......"

Zhang Xue was stunned and stopped her hand on the corner of the quilt and looked at Zhong Nuanyang: "Are you confused, what nonsense are you talking about?" As he spoke, he tried to raise his hand and touch Zhong Nuanyang's body temperature again.

"I mean...... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had to live so hard. Zhong Nuanyang felt the back of his mother's gentle hand pressed on his forehead, and said with some sadness.

The expression on Zhang Xue's face changed rapidly, as if she didn't expect to hear her daughter say such things, she froze for a moment, and then hugged Zhong Nuanyang tightly: "Don't say such things, my mother has never regretted it, you know." ”

Zhong Nuanyang lay on his mother's shoulder, feeling her thin body, and felt that the grievances in his heart were getting stronger, not for himself, but for her that she couldn't do anything, and she could only watch her mother suffer since she was a child. In order not to keep her mother from worrying, she bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, and nodded vigorously.

"What's wrong with you today? Did you encounter something unhappy? Zhang Xue stroked Zhong Nuanyang's scattered hair with her hand: "Still uncomfortable, do you want to go to the hospital to see?" ”

Zhong Nuanyang shook his head, grabbed his mother's hand, and stroked the small scars on the back of her hand, which were left when he worked in the factory before: "I just think you are too hard, I don't want you to work so hard." ”

Zhang Xue touched her face with relief, asked her to lie down and rest, and went to boil water to wipe her body. Zhong Nuanyang obediently lay back on the bed, silently swearing in his heart that he couldn't let his mother know what he heard.