The next day, Song Shengsheng's fingers were covered with bruises.
There was a note left by Fu Cheng on the bedside table with some phone numbers and addresses on it.
There were names of people like Fu Cheng who were in the military compound in the capital, and the names of the few people she had met last time.
The end of the phone address.
He also left a message: "If you have any problems, go and bother them, don't force yourself."
Song Shengsheng held the note and stared at it for a long time, his eyes sore.
I can’t tell whether I’m touched or reluctant.
She felt that Fu Cheng was not only her husband, but more like her father, as if she was his troublesome daughter.
The family compound suddenly became deserted.
Everyone was secretly hoping that they would return victoriously.
Even the one from Captain Ding's family, who always liked to make things difficult for her, quieted down.
When we meet, we can greet each other in a friendly manner without saying anything sarcastic.
For the first time ever, I even sent her some pancakes from my hometown.
Compared to the worries on their faces, Song Shengsheng looked much more cheerful.
Able to eat and sleep.
She went to work at the supply and marketing cooperative as usual, and still had the energy to continue reading her books.
When the husband is not at home, the homes of the neighbors with children soon become chaotic.
Boys of this age are very naughty.
Climb trees and go down to rivers to catch fish and birds.
Whatever mess you make, you make people so angry that smoke comes out of their ears.
From time to time, Song Shengsheng could hear the noise of neighbors beating their children. Some of the children were so stubborn that the canes were even broken.
Song Shengsheng felt a little bit sorry when he thought about being beaten as a child.
But she never interferes in other people's family affairs. If she does, it would seem like she is meddling in other people's affairs.
In the end, the other party will blame himself.
At most, Song Shengsheng would share some cakes with the naughty boys in the compound. Two of them had lost their mothers and had been very pitiful since childhood.
The pastries she makes are better than those sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives.
It smells good and tastes even sweeter.
Even though Fu Luochi was a kid who didn't like sweets, he would always finish it whenever she fed him.
I would even ask her carefully the night before: "Mom, can I bring some cakes to school tomorrow?"
During the days when Fu Cheng was not at home, Song Shengsheng slept with his son.
Sometimes when I am not sleepy, I read him some old-fashioned mythological stories.
There were no children's storybooks; they had all been confiscated years earlier.
Song Shengsheng thought he was going to share it with other children, so she readily agreed, "Okay. Mommy will make it for you tomorrow morning."
Although Song Shengsheng is not a very good mother.
But now she is working hard to learn how to be a qualified mother.
otherwise.
Just like in a dream.
I'm sorry for my first child.
It seems that she doesn't deserve her second child.
She always seemed to be indifferent to them.
Fu Luochi grabbed his mother's hand and stuck close to her. He felt insecure ever since he dreamed that his mother told him to get out.
Song Shengsheng has gotten used to this.
This child has to hold on to her tightly even when he falls asleep at night.
She couldn't pull it open even if she tried.
If she used a little more force, he would be awakened, and then look at her with wet eyes, saying pitifully: "Mom."
It was as if she was not pulling his hand, but tearing his heart.
Song Shengsheng could no longer stand her son's pitiful look.
She has changed.
She seemed to have really become kind.
Song Shengsheng no longer tried to pull him away, but let him hold her like this and sleep.
The next morning, she decorated the sweet and soft pastries and put them in her schoolbag.
But Song Shengsheng didn't expect that her son was just like her, a stingy person who guarded his food.
He didn't share a single bite with his classmates.
It actually made the little classmates in the class cry.
The little students complained to the teacher with grievance, speaking in a choking voice and swallowing their saliva.
Fu Luochi had never intended to share it with anyone.
He neither understood why they were crying nor was he moved by such tears.
When little Fu Luochi finished eating the sweet pastries.
The little students who had been holding back their tears finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
When they returned home, everyone had red eyes and kept asking their mothers for candy.
The other parents were resentful, but they didn't know what to say.
Other people are able to feed their children delicious food every day. Money is spent everywhere in their homes. How could they spend money as lavishly as Song Shengsheng?
There are some who are resentful and are blaming others for something else.
"Eat, eat, eat! You just cry all day long! Where can I get candy for you? Your mother is not lucky enough to eat whatever she wants."
"You have to spend money frugally. There will be no tomorrow after today!"
Song Shengsheng heard the kids being beaten next door again, but he didn't think it was him.
She was worried because the coal at home had run out.
Got to buy some coal.
I have tickets and money.
But she really didn't know how to get them back. Fu Cheng bought a lot of them at one time before he left, which should have been enough to last for several months.
But--
It just so happened.
Got caught in the rain.
She didn't have time to put it away, and the coal was unusable.
Song Shengsheng looked at the boy beside her. Fu Luochi saw her mother looking at her, and she looked back at her with her dark eyes: "Mom."
Song Shengsheng felt that a child of four or five years old could not carry the coal.
She decisively gave up the idea and decided to do the hard labor herself.
Thinking of this, she began to blame Fu Cheng a little bit without knowing what was good for her. If he hadn't been so used to her, she wouldn't be so spoiled now.
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I'm really used to a good life.
I can't stand the hard times.
Song Shengsheng was very relieved to leave her son alone at home, but Fu Luochi became more and more attached to her.
Carefully I grabbed her pant leg and wanted to follow her out the door.
Song Shengsheng coaxed him: "Mom will be back soon."
The boy shook his head: "Xiao Chi wants to go too."
Song Shengsheng said, "Mom is going shopping."
"Then Xiaochi, help mommy get it. I'm very strong. Mommy, please."
The boy pleaded in a low voice, hardly having the heart to be rejected.
Song Shengsheng couldn't stand his nagging and went out with her son.
In the military compound, the child from another family is Fu Luochi.
He is well-behaved and obedient, which makes his parents worry-free.
He is also very smart and you can tell at first glance that he will have a great future.
The mother and son walked out of the compound together, and people who saw them would not find it strange now.
Song Shengsheng is not bad to her son now.
This child doesn't hold a grudge. His mother didn't love him in the past and ignored him, but he doesn't hold a grudge in his heart.
Feed him a few pieces of candy and he'll be fine again.
Song Shengsheng, holding the child, had not walked far.
Just by coincidence, I ran into Shen Zhishu, whom I hadn't seen for many days.
"Sound."
When Song Shengsheng heard his voice, her body stiffened for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.
Shen Zhishu's eyes calmly fell on the little boy beside her. After a moment's pause, he squatted down, smiling as warm and gentle as the spring breeze. He pinched the boy's face and said, "Is this Xiao Chi? He's so handsome."
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