The woman picked up the child again, and instead of the worry that could not see the end, a slight smile appeared on her face. This is the second time I've laughed when I've met Meng Xingyun until now.

On the way to Mo Jiji's house, the child still slept very soundly.

Mo Ji called back in advance and asked the family to pack up a room and live for their mother and son. His home is a four-story villa, and there are a lot of empty rooms, so he is not afraid of two more people.

"Eldest sister, you really came with us, I really believe that we are good people!" Meng Xingyun joked with a smile, but the woman was startled, looked at Meng Xingyun who was driving in a daze, and said weakly: "You won't be a bad person, right...... My child is sick, don't sell him. As he spoke, he almost cried.

"Oops, big sister, big sister, I'm teasing you, I just want to ease the tension, don't cry, don't cry, we're not bad people. You see, the front is coming soon. ”

Meng Xingyun didn't dare to make such a joke with this simple woman again, her experience made her have no heart to laugh.

Mo Jiji greeted him in advance, and as soon as they arrived home, Mo Jiji took the woman and the child first to the prepared guest room on the second floor. A clean sheet was deliberately laid out on the bed and a set of bedding was replaced. The woman put the child on the bed again, and the bed was thick, soft, and comfortable. She stroked the child's forehead, cheek, and a smile on her face.

Mo Ji asked her, "Sister, are you hungry?"

The woman shook her head, but swallowed.

Mo Ji knew that she was probably embarrassed.

"It's okay, let's go, let's eat together, we haven't eaten yet. ”

The woman nodded, but she stood there still, did not follow Mo Ji out, and kept looking at the child sleeping sweetly on the bed.

This is mother's love, so great.

"Why don't I bring you food? You can eat here and stay with your son?"

"Hmm. The woman nodded gratefully.

Not long after, Mo Ji came in with a small tray. On top is a bowl of rice, a bowl of bone broth, and a plate of tamales, and a plate of chili stir-fried meat.

The woman looked at the food in Mo Jiji's hand and quietly swallowed again.

"Eldest sister, I'll put it here, you can eat it yourself, eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll come back later." ”

"Alas, alas. The woman swallowed embarrassedly and agreed.

Mo Ji looked at the child's face, his lips were always black and purple, his little face was pale, and there were red blood on his face. He walked by and tried to touch the poor child, but he was afraid to wake him, so he stood by the bed, looked at it, and left.

The woman was alone, looking at a bowl of tamales, and cried.

This is his son's favorite dish, but it's a pity that he has only eaten it twice when he grows so big.

Once the villagers got married, they happened to be at home, and they couldn't finish eating what they gave her. Another time, I was asking for food at the entrance of the hospital, and there was a kind person who bought it for them.

Her son is five years old, but his body shape does not look much different from that of a two- or three-year-old child. Since childhood, he has not been in good health, and he is already thin. In addition, she has no money to feed her son nutritious, and her perennial malnutrition has caused her son's short stature. Everyone thought that her son was only two or three years old, but in fact, he was five years old! She felt guilty......

"Dog, dog, do you want to get up and eat meat?" the woman called out to her sleeping son, this night of tamales was too precious to them. She wanted to wake up her son and share it together.

But my son was tired, and after a long day of walking all day, my son no longer had the strength to get up and eat again. He rolled over, didn't keep his eyes open, and went back to sleep.

The woman hesitated, should she continue to wake her son up and eat his favorite meat, or should she just let him sleep?

She thought about it for a minute, but gave up. A man walks to the table and begins to eat alone. Steamed pork, she only ate two slices, and there were at least six slices in it. This tastes really good, the fat and thin pork belly, accompanied by fragrant glutinous rice, melts in the mouth when steamed. It's really delicious.

She was reluctant to eat more and wanted to keep it for her son.

So, the woman kept eating that chili fried meat. For her, this dish is also a rare delicacy. Soon, the bowl of rice and a plate of fried meat with chili peppers were all eaten. She picked up the big bowl, cooed, drank the soup in one gulp, put the bowl into the small tray, and burped contentedly.

Back then, she was doing farm work in the field, and she could eat four bowls of such a small bowl of rice. But now, a bowl is full. Since her son was found to be sick, she has never eaten enough in order to save money. After a long time, it seems that she herself feels that the amount of rice is getting smaller and smaller, and now, a bowl of rice can be full. That's good, save food. If she eats less, she can give her son a little more.

"Huh, eldest sister, don't like that tamale? There is so much left? Are you full? If you don't like tamales, I'll change the dish for you." "Mo Ji has eaten a full meal, come and see if there are enough women.

"No, no, no, love to eat, love to eat. The woman had a shy expression on her face, and then said, "I want to keep it for my son, and he loves it the most." ”

"Hey, don't stay, big sister, you can eat, there are still at home." If you want to eat it tomorrow, just steam it again. Shall I get you some more food?"

"No, I really don't, I'm full. Now the amount of food is small, I can't eat so much, eat a little less, save a little. ”

"Okay, this meat, you can eat it. I'll explain and continue steaming for us tomorrow. ”

"Alas, thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Thank you so much for our trouble. ”

"Eldest sister, don't say such things, Xingyun has said it, meeting is fate. Okay, you can eat some more, and I'll close the empty bowl later. ”

When Mo Ji left, she glanced back at the woman, she picked up her chopsticks, and was about to eat the tamale.

Mo Ji left with confidence, and the woman's body looked like long-term malnutrition. The face is yellow and thin, and the soft willow is like the wind. There is no shine on the face at all, let alone a child. Bring them back, right. Take advantage of this time to let your child recover well.

In the evening, Mo had the opportunity to go back to his room to stay. Mengxingyun is also in the guest room on the second floor, just at the other end of the hallway. The third and fourth floors are all Mo Jiji's family, and Mo Jiji's room is on the fourth floor. On the ground floor is the kitchen living room or something, and there is a small yard outside the door.

At half past ten in the night, Meng Xingyun finally lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, in a daze. He can't sleep, he's a god, and it doesn't matter if he sleeps or not. And at this moment, he is thinking about why the fate of this young mother and son is so bumpy and unfair......