When Li Zhao was ten years old, his mother died of illness.

The first dead person Li Zhao saw was his mother.

His father was not at home that day, and his mother was lying in bed, so she asked him to pour her a glass of water.

When Li Zhao returned to the house after pouring water, he found his mother sleeping quietly, lying there motionless.

Li Zhao thought that his mother was always restless when she went to sleep, so it was rare for her to sleep peacefully like this.

So he gently covered his mother with the quilt and went to the door to wait for his father.

He waited for a long time, but his father didn't come back. Li Zhao didn't know why his father didn't come home yet.

It was already dark and Li Zhao felt a little hungry.

He wanted to find something to eat, and when he turned around he heard a familiar voice.

"Xiaozhao."

Li Zhao echoed, "Grandma."

"Why are you alone at the door?" Grandma Li walked forward quickly.

"My mom is asleep and my dad hasn't come back yet. I want to wait for him at the door. I'm a little hungry, grandma."

"I knew you must be hungry at this time, so grandma brought you some food."

Grandma Li held the basket in her hand and rubbed Li Zhao's head.

She didn't know why, but she always felt uneasy.

"Take it and eat it first. I'll go call your mother."

"I'll go call Mom."

"Mom." Li Zhao trotted into the house carrying a basket, put the basket down first, and then ran back to the bedroom to call for help.

"Mom, my milk is coming."

Li Zhao turned on the light.

Li Zhao's mother lay on the bed still motionless.

"Mom, Mom." Li Zhao called out twice, but his mother still didn't move.

Grandma Li heard the sound in the room and walked over quickly. At a glance, she saw Li Zhao's mother Zhou Yuegui lying on the bed.

Zhou Yuegui looked pale and gray, and Grandma Li suddenly thought of something.

She stumbled forward, "Yue, Laurel!"

Grandma Li stretched out her hand, which was slightly trembling. She slowly placed it between her noses, but there was no breath.

She staggered back two steps.

"Yuegui, how could you bear to abandon your child like this?" Grandma Li couldn't help crying out loud.

Li Zhao was stunned.

Although he had heard from many people that his mother was seriously ill and might die soon, he never expected that his mother would actually die.

He walked forward and shook his mother's arm vigorously.

"Mom, mom, please take care of me, mom, let's eat, mom, don't sleep, mom..."

Li Zhao kept calling her "Mom," which made Grandma Li's heart break.

Grandma Li went forward and hugged Li Zhao.

"Xiao Zhao, don't be like this. If you do this, your mother won't be able to rest in peace." Grandma Li said with a sob.

Li Zhao burst into tears. He was only ten years old and could not bear the pain of losing his mother.

Grandma Li finally pulled Li Zhao out of the room.

"Xiao Zhao, wait here."

After Grandma Li finished speaking, she hurried out and knocked on the neighbor's door, asking the neighbor to notify Grandpa Li and call Li Pengxuan back. Grandma Li then hurried back to take care of Li Zhao.

Li Zhao ran back to his mother.

He held his mother's hand tightly, and the cold temperature of his palm made Li Zhao feel indescribable pain in his heart.

Grandma Li couldn't help but burst into tears.

Soon, the neighbors came over to help.

Zhou Yuegui's health had not been very good in the past two years, so her family prepared her funeral clothes early on.

The neighbor aunt and grandmother helped to change Zhou Yuegui's clothes.

Li Zhao was taken to the next room by the neighbor's eldest brother.

Soon, Li Pengxuan staggered back.

He usually gets off work on time, but today there were some things at the company that he hadn't finished, so he worked overtime. Unexpectedly, his wife passed away.

Li Pengxuan couldn't help but feel his eyes turn red. He looked at Li Zhao crying and felt heartbroken.

He walked a few steps to Zhou Yuegui and looked at his wife, with whom he had been in love for more than ten years, feeling indescribably sad.

Li Pengxuan still had to preside over the funeral. He suppressed his heartache and notified family relatives, Zhou Yuegui's parents, and others.

Three days later, Zhou Yuegui was buried.

Li Zhao knelt in front of Zhou Yuegui's grave and didn't want to leave.

He knew that he had lost his mother forever, but in the end she was taken away by Li Pengxuan.

For a long time after that, Li Zhao didn't like to talk. He felt sad when he thought of his mother.

So is Li Pengxuan.

Li Pengxuan and Zhou Yuegui have a deep relationship.

The father and son go to work, school and live their lives mechanically every day, but the house is silent and cold.

Grandpa Li and Grandma Li couldn't stand it anymore, so they taught Li Pengxuan a lesson first.

No matter what, as a father, he must be strong and set a good example for his son.

How is Li Zhao going to live his life if he becomes so decadent?

Li Pengxuan finally came to his senses, began to live a serious life, and often took Li Zhao out.

Time is the best medicine to heal wounds.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye. Li Pengxuan's condition was obviously much better, and Li Zhao also had a smile on his face.

Grandma Li often told him, "Mom likes you smile the most, so you should be happier. Mom has just gone to another world, but she still loves you."

As Li Zhao grew up, he gradually understood that some things were not within their control. As long as he kept his mother in his heart, his mother would always be there.

When Li Zhao was thirteen years old.

Grandma Li hesitated for a long time and pulled Li Zhao aside to talk quietly.

"Xiaozhao, grandma wants to ask you something?"

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