Chapter 224
But after some selection, Yunmian took out one of the other flavors of candy in her hand and handed it to her.
After dividing it all, she didn't have much left.
But the child was not too depressed. Instead, he held the candy in his hand and said to the stunned Wu Zhaozhao with a smile: "Sister Zhaozhao, you can only eat one candy a day. If you eat too much, your teeth will be rotten by bugs~"
This was her mother's advice, and Yunmian told Wu Zhaozhao almost without changing the original words.
"...There are too many. You're almost out of them." Wu Zhaozhao was holding a pile of lollipops in her hand, a little surprised and flustered.
She has always been such a cautious person. The more Mianmian gives her, the more reserved she becomes and the harder it is for her to accept it with a clear conscience.
You may even feel a little uneasy and avoidant.
"Not much." Yun Mian shook her head vigorously and said to her, "Sister Zhao Zhao, take it back and share it with Aunt Wu. The candies made by mom are delicious. Aunt Wu will feel better after eating them!"
Her original intention in asking her mother to make so many candies was to make her sister Zhaozhao, who would leave here and go to a strange family in the future, a little happier and not so anxious and sad.
So Yunmian generously gave most of the other snacks in the box to Wu Zhaozhao. Finally, seeing that her arms were almost full, she thought for a moment, went to the kitchen and got a plastic bag that her mother used to pack food for diners, and asked Sister Zhaozhao to put all the snacks in it at once.
A bag of colorful handmade snacks makes me feel happier just by looking at it.
Wu Zhaozhao held these snacks and stood at the kitchen door, thanking Aunt Yun who was busy inside hesitantly, and then thanked sister Mianmian sincerely, and then took them home.
Mianmian's words that she would share the snacks with her mother when she got home so that her mother would feel better made Wu Zhaozhao very excited, which was why she accepted so many snacks so quickly.
My mother always says that we should not take other people’s benefits for free. She also says that Aunt Yun and Sister Mianmian are the benefactors of our family, and we should get along well with them and repay them when we grow up and have abilities.
Wu Zhaozhao always kept these words in mind, so she would subconsciously take care of and accommodate Yunmian in their daily interactions. But what made her feel helpless was that the more she took care of her sister, the more feedback her sister seemed to give her.
Just like they rolled snowballs and made snowmen in winter, the snowballs grew bigger and bigger, and the favor they owed to Aunt Yun and Sister Mianmian became more and more.
Dodging traffic and thinking all sorts of things along the way, Wu Zhaozhao carried the bag home. He hesitated at the door for a while, then took out the key hanging around his neck and opened the door to go in.
"Mom, I'm back~" The little girl's soft voice echoed in the empty and dark room.
There was a response from the bedroom. Wu Zhaozhao changed his shoes and ran over with the bag.
The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, her clothes and pants had deep wrinkles, and she looked a little disheveled.
But Wu Zhaozhao had long been accustomed to it. When he was not at home, his mother always had to do things by herself, such as going to the toilet, eating, and opening the door...
Wu Zhaozhao knew that her mother's arms were actually very strong, which was completely different from her legs which were atrophied, skinny and weak.
When I am not at home, my mother will use her arms to support her body and move between wheelchairs or beds. Although it is time-consuming and laborious and she may fall, it is the biggest burden that this disabled mother in a single-parent family can reduce for her young daughter.
After all, Wu Zhaozhao, who was only five or six years old, was completely incapable of holding an adult who was much taller and heavier than herself.
During these necessary movements, wrinkles would inevitably appear on her clothes.
She seldom tidies up because she lives in a closed room all year round, never goes out, doesn't see anyone, and has no social interactions, so she doesn't need to keep her clothes clean.
In other words, the neater her clothes were, the more she would realize the fact that she was disabled.
Wu Zhaozhao habitually put down the snacks in her hand, ran over and squatted to help her mother straighten down the rolled up trouser legs. She instinctively thought that this should make her mother feel a little more comfortable.
After pulling and arranging the clothes again, Wu Zhaozhao picked up the pocket that had been put aside and handed it to his mother.
"Where did this come from?" When Wu Wan asked this question, he already had some guesses in his mind.
"Mianmian gave it to me." Her daughter's answer confirmed her guess: "Auntie Yun made a box full of snacks for Mianmian, and Mianmian gave me a lot of them and asked me to take them home to eat with my mother."
After saying that, she looked at her mother cautiously, lowered her head, took out a watermelon-flavored candy from the bag, and tentatively handed it to her mother.
"Mianmian said that after eating these sweet candies, mom will feel better..."
She was still young and didn't know how to use other polite words to ask her mother for candy, so she could only repeat Yunmian's previous words.
The little girl's black and white eyes were pure and clear, mixed with expectation and uneasiness. Wu Wan could easily see all of his daughter's little thoughts.
She wanted to make herself happier.
After coming to this conclusion, Wu Wan closed her eyes and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. But even with her eyes closed, her daughter's cautious and nervous look still appeared in her mind.
It's like a little snail that's trying to raise its tentacles with great difficulty, but once it's disturbed, it will hide back in its small, thick shell.
Wu Wan knew how much influence her emotions had on her daughter's personality.
But the reason why we are emotional is that we know it is not good, but we still cannot control ourselves.
She couldn't control her self-pity, her resentment towards life, her urge to get angry and ignore others...
By the time her husband died and her legs were crushed and she lost consciousness, she was already trapped in a desperate past and unable to struggle out.
If her daughter had not just learned to walk at that time, if she had not known that her daughter would become an orphan at such a young age if she left her... she would have followed her husband in despair.
It was because of Wu Zhaozhao, who was connected by blood between the two of them, that Wu Wan was able to barely support his tattered body and muster up the energy to live in a state that was neither too bad nor too terrible.
Even if her survival would bring too much trouble and obstacles to this small family and the little child, even if from the moment she survived, she would become a lifelong burden for this little guy.
Wu Wan still chose to live.
It was not that they were afraid of death, but that they did not want their daughter, whom the couple had cherished since childhood, to become an orphan without a father or a mother.
I don’t want Zhaozhao to be homeless when he gets homesick.
She doesn’t want her daughter to see other people’s happy families while she herself can only walk alone, like a rootless duckweed drifting with the current.
Wu Wan was trying hard to stay alive, but he was just staying alive.
She couldn't give her daughter a better and more comfortable life, couldn't escape from the nightmare-like past, and couldn't take care of her young daughter like a normal mother.
So she watched helplessly as her daughter, under her daily mood swings and repressed emotions, gradually changed from the little cheerful girl with smiling eyes to the cautious child she is now.
And now, the little girl was holding a watermelon-flavored lollipop, peeling off the candy wrapper, and looking at her expectantly.
Wu Wan had no doubt that as long as he refused, his daughter's expectation would turn into deep disappointment, and her cheerful personality, which had been influenced by Yun Mian, would turn into introverted, shy, or even slightly autistic as before.
Of course Wu Wan felt sorry for her daughter's changes. As a mother, she noticed every change in her daughter, but she could never control herself, just like the period of her life that had completely plunged her into the abyss.
She took a deep breath, and when her daughter hesitated and wanted to take her hand back, she raised her hand to take the candy, and then put the watermelon-flavored lollipop into her mouth as the child's eyes widened in disbelief and surprise.
Wu Zhaozhao almost held his breath and stared at his mother without blinking.
The lollipop with a faint sweetness of watermelon overflows from the tip of the tongue into the mouth little by little. The hard candy is pressed against the cheek. The sweetness of the watermelon drives the person eating the candy to lick it unconsciously again and again. So while tasting and swallowing, the refreshing sweetness goes from the tip of the tongue all the way into the heart.
I don't know if it's because children's childish talk always has some special powers, or if it's because the Yunjin tobacco used to make this lollipop always has some ability to turn decay into magic. Anyway, after putting the lollipop into her mouth, Wu Wan seemed to feel that her emotions were soothed a lot in a trance under her daughter's bright and joyful eyes. Even the dancing light of the setting sun outside the window falling on the floor inside the house made her, who had been in the shadows for many years, feel the urge to touch it.
Maybe... eating candy can really make people feel better?
Unconsciously, Wu Wan's brows, which had been furrowed for years due to illness, relaxed a lot. She held the small wooden stick of the lollipop, and her expression looked somewhat peaceful.
Wu Zhaozhao was so shocked when she saw her mother like this that she couldn't recover for a long time.
In children's overly sensitive cognition, any change in their mother's emotions will be invisibly magnified.
This time, it was the first time since Wu Zhaozhao was old enough to remember that he saw his mother so gentle and calm.
In her memory, her mother was always gloomy and cold. Even when she spoke to her in a gentle voice, her emotions were always suppressed. As a result, Wu Zhaozhao had learned to read her mother's expressions at a young age. She would carefully distinguish her mother's emotional changes at every moment and try not to make her angry.
But mothers nowadays are really different.
The air around her, which had been stagnant for years, seemed to become peaceful and lively, no longer so irritable or lifeless.
And the mother looks much younger and prettier like this...
Wu Zhaozhao stared up blankly. After a long time, he blinked and slowly closed his open mouth.
Then he drew the image of Yunmian's mother, Aunt Yun, in his mind, and without hesitation followed Mianmian's thinking, and printed the title of "The World's Most Powerful Super Chef" next to Aunt Yun's head with great certainty.
The little girl seemed to have discovered a secret at this moment. She tried hard to suppress her excitement. She tore a lollipop and stuffed it into her mouth. Then, when she tasted the soft and sweet strawberry, she nodded with certainty.
Mianmian was not lying, the delicious snacks made by Aunt Yun are indeed super magical and magical!
Maybe Aunt Yun is a princess chef with magical powers!
There will be an extra chapter later, it’s a bit late.
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