On Wei Jingke's first birthday, the Meng family and the Wei family all gathered together to celebrate him, the atmosphere was warm, and the Meng family was also happy, drank a lot of wine, and sat until the end of the banquet, and then staggered back to the courtyard to rest with the help of the maid.

The entire first birthday banquet was organized by Hua Rong, and Hua Rong was too tired to do it, so she overslept on the second day, and went to greet Meng Shi at almost noon.

"It's so tiring to run a banquet, and there are a lot of things in the shop, you should have a good rest, why do you always come to see me."

Meng's tone was reproachful, but he actually cared about Huarong.

Hua Rong smiled and said: "Thanks to my mother's tolerance, I can sleep until three o'clock in the morning, how can I avoid asking for peace." ”

Meng's health was not very good, and Hua Rong collected a lot of recipes to condition her body.

Meng was accustomed to it, and knew that he couldn't excuse himself, so he accepted it all.

After saying goodbye, Hua Rong was about to leave, and when she got up, she habitually bowed, but Meng Shi did not help her out of the house with her as usual, but sat firmly and did not move.

Hua Rong felt strange, and couldn't help but glance at Meng Shi more, only to find that although she looked as usual, her forehead was sweating lightly, and her face was a little pale.

"I don't think my mother's face is very good, but what's wrong with my mother?"

Meng shook his head and denied it, and the maid who was waiting on the side immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Ask Mrs. for forgiveness, blame the slave maid for not taking good care of the old lady, yesterday the old lady got up at night and fell, the old lady said that the little young master's birthday has just passed, and it is not good to spread this kind of thing, so don't let the slave and maid publicize it, but ...... But the old lady is afraid that the injury is not light. ”

Meng Shi was indeed injured not lightly, the key point was that this fall seemed to have lost her spirit, and after two days in bed, she contracted a cold, and all kinds of decoctions were poured down, but there was no improvement at all, but it became more and more serious.

Hua Rong also sent a message to Lu Jiang, but Lu Jiang did not come to Hanjing to help Meng Shi diagnose and treat, but only replied that Meng Shi's body had long been burned down, and it was a miracle that he could survive to this day, and there was no need to continue to force it.

Seeing the letter from Green Ginger, Hua Rong's mind was a little blank.

Meng is gentle and kind, she is a very tolerant mother-in-law, Hua Rong has learned a lot from her in recent years, and she has long regarded her as a close relative.

In the previous life, Hua Rong was helpless, and everything was very happy in this life, and suddenly he had to face such a parting of life and death, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

When Jiang Yunfei came back, Hua Rong was still sitting at the desk and didn't move, Wei Jingke cried once, Hua Rong was in no mood to coax him, so she asked Qiulan and Dongmei to take him to play elsewhere.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Yunfei walked to Hua Rong's side, Hua Rong immediately hugged his waist, and said sullenly: "Husband, it is very likely that my mother's illness will not be cured." ”

Meng married the wrong person, she has been tortured for so many years, and she has only lived a good life for two years, and she is about to die, Hua Rong really doesn't know how to face her.

Jiang Yunfei's expression was slightly sluggish, and after a while, he raised his hand and patted Hua Rong's head, silently comforting.

At the beginning, he occupied Zhou Jinchao's body, just to let the Meng family live in his old age, and it could be regarded as repaying some debts, but in recent years, the Meng family has given a lot of maternal love that he had not experienced in his previous life, and in his heart, Meng's status has long been different from before.

In the next few days, Hua Rong would take Wei Jingke to accompany Meng whenever he had time, and Jiang Yunfei would rush back to accompany Meng Shi for dinner as soon as he got off duty.

On this day, Old Man Wei's birthday, Hua Rong and Jiang Yunfei took the child back to Wei's house to celebrate his birthday, and Hua Rong and Wei Jingke stayed at Wei's house at night, and Jiang Yunfei still went home to accompany Meng's.

"The old lady has a good appetite tonight, and she has eaten a big bowl of porridge."

As soon as she entered the house, the maid stepped forward to report the good news.

Meng Shi seemed to be really much better, not lying on the bed, but getting dressed and standing in front of the table with a pen drawing something.

The Meng family is a well-known scholarly family in Qingzhou, and the Meng family is also a very talented woman when she is not out of the cabinet, her Danqing skills are very deep, but she has not mentioned the brush for many years.

"You don't stay at the Wei family with Yan'er on this good day, what are you doing back here?"

Meng Shi was a little helpless, but the pen in his hand never stopped when he asked.

Jiang Yunfei did not respond, and stepped forward to see the whole picture of Meng's painting.

Meng drew a picture of a mother and child, a young woman leaning over to teach a child to write, the child scratching the back of his head, his little face slightly wrinkled, as if he had encountered some problem, and as if he wanted to use an excuse to be lazy.

The woman's expression was serious, but there was a smile hidden in her eyes, and it was clear that she loved the child very much.

It was the young Meng and the young, real Zhou Jinchao.

Jiang Yunfei glanced at the painting, and his eyes fell on Meng's hand that was holding a paintbrush but withered like a tree root.

She fell in love with the wrong person in her life, and her only son was stupid for many years because of the change, and in the end it seemed that she had lived a good life for a few years, but in fact she had been living in lies and deception.

Jiang Yunfei felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Meng's attention was on the drawing paper, and she whispered: "You were very squeamish when you were a child, but when you reached the age when you should go to school, you still cry all day long and refuse to go out, I had to teach you to read and write in person, you shouldn't remember these things." ”

Meng Shi has never recalled the pain and sadness of the past with Jiang Yunfei, and he is not sad when he mentions it at this time, only relieved.

Jiang Yunfei didn't lie to her and said that she still remembered, and changed the topic: "It's a little cold at night, I'll get you a piece of clothing to put on." ”

Meng Shi didn't refuse, and waited for Jiang Yunfei to help him put on his clothes before continuing: "I had a dream in the afternoon, I dreamed that your dementia was not cured, and I didn't reconcile with that bastard, and both of us were killed by them. ”

After Meng finished speaking, the room fell into a dead silence.

Jiang Yunfei pursed his thin lips, lowered his eyes and didn't look at Meng's eyes, and said seriously: "This painting is very good, I will have someone frame it and hang it in the house tomorrow." ”

"No," Meng put down the brush after finishing the last stroke, turned his head and said to Jiang Yunfei, "I like this painting very much, and when I die, burn it for me to bury." ”

Meng's eyebrows and eyes were calm, as if he had anticipated his death.

Jiang Yunfei raised his eyes and met her gaze solemnly promised: "Okay." ”

Meng Shi smiled happily, and said some previous memories, and as he spoke, his eyes still couldn't help but redden.

Jiang Yunfei handed the handkerchief to Meng Shi, Meng Shi took it, wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Chao'er didn't like to read the most when he was a child, and he was also reckless, he fought and bullied people in the school all day long, and learned all his father's bad habits, you are not like him at all." ”

The last sentence distinguishes Jiang Yunfei from Zhou Jinchao.

Jiang Yunfei clenched his fists, surprise flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, Meng Shi hugged him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you." ”