Chapter 630 The Down-and-Out Second Generation is the Ex (16)

"What's wrong? Are you not satisfied with your daughter-in-law?" Duan's mother looked at him with disdain, "I'm telling you, old man. You have to learn to be content. Do you know how many vicissitudes of life our son has experienced since you stepped down, how many people looked down upon him, how many times he was plotted against... It was this girl who stayed by his side, watching him come through step by step. Even now, my son is still..." She paused and continued, "Anyway, you are nothing. Your son is not much of a thing either. Do you know that your son started a business and lost all the dowry of that girl?"

"I haven't heard that Si Jun has a girlfriend." Duan's father looked at the young girl walking towards him, his eyes began to shake.

He really got more confused as he got older. How could a girl who he didn't even know come to the hospital again and again to talk to him and relieve his boredom? He was also particularly enthusiastic about introducing boyfriends to people.

"Auntie, eat mulberries." Shi Yi saw Duan's mother and enthusiastically held the mulberries in her hand in front of her.

"I don't want to eat them." Duan's mother regained her aloofness as a mother-in-law.

But her eyes couldn't help but stare at the washed mulberries several times.

Thinking back to the last time she ate mulberries, it was more than 20 years ago when she accompanied the old man to the countryside to help with poverty alleviation and picked them from the mulberry tree in the villager's home. The mulberries were not as good as the ones bought here. They were a little smaller and not as dark in color, but they were sweeter than rock sugar when eaten in the mouth.

In a blink of an eye, the days passed. She was no longer young, and the old man was lying in the hospital. She could hardly remember the hard days she had lived through before.

"Uncle, would you like to eat them?" Shi Yi smiled and held the mulberries in front of Duan's father.

"I'll eat, I'll eat." Father Duan immediately grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, then belatedly asked, "Girl, what's your boyfriend's name?"

"Duan Sijun. Uncle, that's your son." Shi Yi, who was finally asked about his boyfriend's name, put the remaining mulberries in his hand on a clean paper towel.

The nurse had gone downstairs to have lunch when she went out, so now there were only three of them in the ward. After she finished speaking, the ward became quiet.

"What about you? What's your name?" Father Duan's teeth were stained black by the mulberry juice, but he was unaware of it, and all his attention was on the young girl's face. For so long, this old fool hadn't even asked a single question about her name. I only remember seeing her yesterday and asking the nurse to find out about her, and vaguely remembered that her last name was "Xi".

"Wen Shiyi. Writing teacher. Has a small studio. Has a small apartment." Shi Yi answered what he was asking, and probably all he was asking.

"Not 'Xi'?" Father Duan was a little disappointed. I just thought that the nurse had made a mistake. In fact, the nurse was not wrong. She saw Shi Yi coming in with the old lady and a group of people and thought they were a family.

"It seems that you don't even know the person's name." Duan's mother, who understood the old man's weirdness, couldn't help rolling her eyes again.

"Don't talk. Let me take a good look at Shi Yi." Duan's father covered her face with his hands and kept praising, "Our son's vision this time is really first-class. This child, even if he has nothing, I still like him. Just looking at his face, he can bring good luck to his husband."

Duan's mother couldn't help rolling her eyes again, pushed him aside, and scolded in a low voice: "Dead face."

"Uncle, do you want to eat mulberries again?" Shi Yi noticed that his hands were empty.

Duan's mother suddenly realized that the old man had just covered his face with the hands that were eating mulberries. She screamed and ran to the bathroom without even picking up her bag.

"This woman, after all these years, still has the conceited problem." Father Duan laughed and pointed at the mulberries on the tissue, "Daughter-in-law, bring them all to me."

"Okay." Shi Yi noticed the plastic basin under the cabinet and suddenly felt that she was not careful enough.

"Oh, it's all the same. You're just eating it anyway." Father Duan laughed and relieved her of this knot.

"Uncle is such a warm person." Shi Yi walked up to him with mulberries in her hands and flattered him a little.

"If I had known that you were Si Jun's girlfriend, I would have prepared a gift for you." Father Duan took the mulberries from her hand and was already thinking about what gift to give her while he was talking.

"You're welcome." Shi Yi smiled, opened the window in the ward for him, and whispered, "Uncle, this room needs more ventilation."

"Oh, what ventilation? I'm leaving the hospital today." Father Duan wiped his hands with a tissue and got off the bed, "I'm in good health everywhere."

"Okay. Then uncle will go to handle the discharge procedures for you."

"Well. Go ahead." Father Duan looked at the back of the little girl leaving, walked to the open window, and in front of him was a newly trimmed lawn. The strong smell of green grass penetrated his nose.

This is a great day, why did he think so badly before, wasting time in the hospital.

"You old thing, next time you put something messy on my face, I will make you pay." Mother Duan's high heels stepped loudly.

Father Duan's eyes fell on every tile she landed on when she walked, and the gloomy haze in his heart was gone. No matter what, the people in this family are by his side. Although she has changed her name, she is still the most important person in his life.

"Old thing, what are you looking at?" Duan's mother picked up her bag and walked out. When she reached the door, she stopped and turned around.

"Forgot something?" Duan's father spoke in a gentle tone that he was not familiar with.

"I don't know whether I forgot something or not." Duan's mother growled.

"Oh." Duan's father looked at her lipstick on the bed and smiled without saying a word.

"I am reminding you to remember to come to my new club to celebrate the opening." Duan's mother said this with her back to him and walked away.

"I know." Duan's father's serious face softened. He bent down to pick up the lipstick on the bed and held it tightly in his palm.

Why are people always so strange, always remembering the good times in the past only when they lose it?

He just recalled that when Duan Sijun's mother just married him, he was penniless and couldn't even afford a decent new dress. Not to mention the cosmetics used by these women. When they got married, the bride needed to put on lip balm, but he couldn't afford it, so he had to go to his neighbor's second sister-in-law's house to borrow the red paper she had used before.

On that day, she happily married him, but he cried for a long time behind her back. He vowed to make a name for himself and let her live a good life. Later, he did make a name for himself, but he had long forgotten the good life he owed her.

(End of this chapter)