"Mom! Grandma's thirsty, hurry up and get her some water!!" Song Yaozu's commanding voice came as he kicked open the door. After speaking, he turned and walked out. He wanted to continue playing with his newly bought toy train and didn't want to talk to his mother, who was just staring blankly.
Lu Zhixia's thoughts were pulled back. Looking at her son, who was only ten years old, she saw that he was wearing a brand new pair of sneakers, while the soles of her cloth shoes had long been worn through by the gravel road at the entrance of the alley.
She looked at her son again. After a few more years of transformation, her son would indeed look like Song Weidong!
The expression on my son's face now is exactly the same as when he was twenty.
He was wearing a brand-new white short-sleeved shirt and blue capri pants, with an aluminum military canteen hanging around his neck and a Hero brand fountain pen clipped to his shirt pocket—a gift from Song Weidong, who was quite generous to his son.
In her past life, she discovered Song Weidong's hidden huge savings account, and then found out they were having an affair. Song Weidong pushed her down in an attempt to seize the deposit certificate. He refused to pay for her surgery, leaving her to die! Her mother-in-law's dying words, "There's no money for treatment," still echoed in her ears.
"Why don't you go get some water? Don't you have hands?"
"I'm not going. You don't earn money and you don't take care of people, so what use are you?"
"Is money that important to you? Isn't everything I've given you important?"
Giving birth to a son gave him a life, and jumping into the river in the dead of winter to save him gave him another life! Thinking of what she said in the hospital room, she regretted giving birth to him!
Song Yaozu rolled his eyes. "What's the use of just serving people if you don't make money? Just like Grandma said, if you hadn't been with my dad, you would have starved to death on the street by now!"
Aunt Chen earns over 80 yuan a month working at the newspaper, while you're always thinking about saving money. Why can't you be like her and give me money to spend? She's married and has children!
"How do you know so much? Doesn't Chen Jianing meet with you often?" Lu Zhixia seized on the key point and looked at her son with a cold gaze.
Song Yaozu realized he had let something slip and quickly covered his mouth with his hand, refusing to answer any questions.
Because Dad said he couldn't let Mom know that he bought a house upstairs from Aunt Chen's house, and that he would eat there every day after school.
As for those words, they are absorbed through repeated exposure and remembered!
The son's reaction said it all. Lu Zhixia picked up a bamboo strip and, to Song Yaozu's horror, smashed the toy train in his hand.
After a few seconds of hesitation.
Song Yaozu screamed and tried to pounce on him, but Lu Zhixia tied his hands behind his back and pulled down his pants.
The crisp sound of the bamboo clapper striking tender flesh startled the sparrows under the eaves, and the resentment from both past and present lives was only barely stopped by the tremor in his palm.
Two winters ago, when she was passing by the river on her way back to her hometown, her son fell into the water. To save her child, she jumped into the icy river without hesitation and developed a high fever for several days.
Then I got myocarditis, and my heart got worse and worse after that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to have major surgery because of emotional excitement!
She loved her child with her life! And what did she get in return? He stood by and watched her die, the father cheated on her, and the son covered for him!
As expected, the child born to an ingrate is also an ingrate!
Song Yaozu was stunned. He was hit several times before he knew how to fight back, but he couldn't turn around. The slaps were getting harder and harder. He felt that if it continued, his buttocks would be beaten raw, so he quickly begged for mercy.
"Mom, stop hitting me! It hurts so much!"
"I admit my mistake, I apologize! I shouldn't have called you useless!"
"Mom, Mom! Stop hitting me!"
He started wailing; he thought his mother had gone mad! He couldn't even speak anymore!
Lu Zhixia didn't put the child down until his hand was numb from hitting him, his son's bottom was red and swollen, and he cried until his voice was hoarse and he could barely breathe.
She doesn't want the child anymore; she'll pretend she never gave birth to it!
Lu Zhixia looked in the mirror and saw the person in front of her. She confirmed that she had been reborn and returned to the time when her son was ten years old.
Her hairline wasn't too receding, and there weren't many gray hairs on it. Her face was still pretty, though a little pale and her lips were bloodless. The pink robe-like nightgown she was wearing had been washed until it was almost white, and the cuffs were worn down.
It was only then that I realized she must have had a fever all night, which was why she was feeling a bit weak.
"Lu Zhixia!"
Why are you hitting the child!
"Get your ass in here right now!"
The sounds continued to come out, and the old woman's voice grew more and more urgent.
Next, I'll deal with the old woman, but right now she needs to eat to replenish her strength; she used up all her energy just now hitting her son.
Seeing her son lying motionless on the bed, looking like he was about to die, she snorted and turned to leave.
Lu Zhixia opened the kitchen cabinet, where a basket of eggs was neatly stacked, along with malted milk powder with red paper stickers, blackened pickled radish, and a bundle of dried noodles.
The honeycomb briquette stove puffed out blue flames, and the water in the double-handled aluminum pot bubbled and boiled.
The lard melted into an amber color in the iron spoon, and for the first time ever, she scooped out two full spoonfuls—the lard she had saved for that ungrateful wretch in her past life, she poured into her own bowl this time.
The noodles stretched into silvery strands in the boiling water. Lu Zhixia cracked five eggs in a row, the egg whites reflecting the golden sunlight and shimmering in the soup. Finally, she sprinkled some chopped green onions on top and served the noodles.
Lu Zhixia slurped up noodles with dried radish. She poured two large spoonfuls of the malted milk powder, which she had originally saved for entertaining guests during the New Year, into the enamel mug. As the sweet liquid dissipated the foam, a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground suddenly came from the inner room—a loud crash came from inside, probably from the old woman knocking over the tea mug on the table.
Lu Zhixia blew her nose with a tissue and felt much better. She threw the tissue on the ground, then stood up and strode towards her mother-in-law's room!
If it weren't for her insistence on massaging and acupuncturing the old woman, her paralysis would only have worsened. The house used to be very clean, with the floor mopped twice a day, but now it's a complete mess.
A foul stench wafted over, and Lu Zhixia knew that she had soiled the bed again. This had happened many times before; even though she was helped to the toilet each time, she would soil the bed again not long afterward.
Cao Guifen had a smug look on her face; she was determined to make this woman suffer!
Why did you hit Yaozu just now?
"Old woman, you should be thinking about what you're going to face now." Lu Zhixia walked over, turned off the fan, and then unplugged it.
"What are you trying to do?" Cao Guifen suddenly had a bad feeling. Had this woman gone mad?
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