Chapter 79 Auntie, my heart hurts

"Don't talk nonsense."

Auntie Song glared at her, "Go find a skilled doctor in the village..."

Before she finished speaking, Auntie Song suddenly stopped.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other, and a touch of pity welled up in their eyes.

The only doctor in Shanhe Village was Old Man Li, who inherited the family tradition but only knew a little bit of the basics.

At this time, Fan Qingyi raised her head, and her confused and broken eyes slowly looked at them. She smiled at them, "Auntie, Cheng Ran's mother, I'm fine."

"Sister-in-law..."

Jiang Yanhong sighed, "You..."

"Are you going back to town? I'll pack you pickled cucumbers, pickled beans, and... and sesame duck eggs, yes, pickled duck eggs, I'll pack them for you..."

Fan Qingyi stood up from the bed, staggered, and fell to the ground.

Jiang Yanhong and Auntie Song screamed at the same time, one pulled her arm, and the other hugged her waist, and got her to sit on the bed again.

"Sister-in-law, don't move. Tell me where it is and I'll get it myself."

Fan Qingyi shook her head, "Why should I trouble you? You and my aunt have taken me in, which is a great favor. I can..."

"Sister-in-law!"

Jiang Yanhong held Fan Qingyi with a lingering fear, and lowered her voice to coax her, "You also said that we are family, and there is no need to be polite to family members, huh?"

Fan Qingyi looked at the place where she was talking without focus, and tried to force a smile at the corner of her mouth, but failed.

She tried twice, and then gave up.

Then, she looked at the corner of the wall in the room and pointed over there, "It's all there, you can take it all..."

Jiang Yanhong said she knew, and quickly went outside to get a basket and a bottle, and came in to pack the pickled cucumbers and sesame eggs. After

packing the things, she looked up and saw Fan Qingyi, and she felt very uncomfortable.

Sister-in-law didn't get any of the dishes right just now.

"Mom, why don't I not go to town today? I'm afraid of what sister-in-law is like..."

Jiang Yanhong was worried that Fan Qingyi might not be able to bear the stimulation today and she could stay to help.

Aunt Song was also afraid.

"Yiyi, you must not do anything stupid. Even if you don't do it for yourself, you should think about your three children. They just lost their father. Do you want them to lose their mother too?" "

...For the sake of your three children, you should be strong. You are the only one left for them. You must not fall down! Do you understand?"

Fan Qingyi raised his head and looked at Aunt Song for a long time. Tears suddenly fell from his red eyes.

She raised her hands and grabbed the clothes on her chest, murmuring, "Auntie, my heart hurts so much."

These words made Auntie Song's nose tip instantly sore and unbearable, rushing up to her nose bridge, and tears immediately filled her eye sockets.

"Silly child..."

Jiang Yanhong opened her mouth, and her eyes turned red. She turned her head away with reluctance.

Fan Qingyi murmured, "Auntie, I know everything. My heart hurts too much. Let me feel the pain for a while, and I won't want to think about it after this period of pain..."

Auntie Song finally couldn't bear to say anything to irritate her. He

just held her hand tightly.

When her husband died, she looked like Fan Qingyi. For a whole month, she lived like a dream, not knowing the difference between day and night, in a daze, unable to eat or sleep well, and every day she thought that the father of her child would suddenly appear in front of her.

But that was just wishful thinking.

The good thing for her was that her son was already sensible at that time, and Wenfeng was always taking care of her, giving her so much time to recover.

She was strong-willed, so she would get over it after a while.

But what should she do about Wenfeng's wife's soft and shy personality? What

if she couldn't get over it and followed Wenfeng...

Auntie Song was worried again.

"Good child, didn't you tell me that you didn't believe Wenfeng was gone? I don't believe it either. I want to see him alive or dead. I want to see him dead. I want to see him alive or dead. Don't you think so?"

Fan Qing looked over and nodded heavily.

Seeing that she listened, Auntie Song said, "If Wenfeng is okay and comes back after a few months, a year, or two years, would you like to see you living a better life?"

Fan Qingyi nodded again. "That's it.

Wenfeng must be reluctant to leave you and your daughters! You have to cheer up. A'li and Zhuzhu need to study and it costs money. Xiao Shanhu is still breastfeeding and will definitely need to go to school in the future. You have to find a way to make money quickly, right?" "Yes." "Mom, I'm scared..." Fan Qingyi's voice and Li Liuli's voice rang out at the same time. Fan Qingyi's body was shocked and she looked down at her eldest daughter. In her memory, her daughter never said she was scared to herself even when she was beaten. She dared to shout it out when she was unconscious. How scared she must have been normally. "A'li, I'm sorry, Mom... I won't do this again in the future." Fan Qingyi held the hands of his two daughters. The little hands that should have been soft felt rough and coarse. There were scratches all over the fingertips and thick knots on the palms. Li Liuli suddenly held Fan Qingyi's hand, muttering, "Ali, don't be afraid. Dad is gone, it's Ali's turn to protect Mom..." Fan Qingyi burst into tears. Auntie Song and Jiang Yanhong were both filled with pity. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other and sighed. After a moment, Fan Qingyi wiped the tears from her face and looked at Auntie Song, "Auntie, don't worry, I won't seek death, and I won't do anything stupid for my children." "Auntie, you're right, A'li and Zhuzhu need to go to school, and Xiao Shanhu also needs to go to school when she grows up. They all need money to grow up. I have to find a way to make money to support us mother and children, and let them live a good life. I will never do this again in the future..." Her child had already died once in her dream, and she swore that she would never let her child experience the tragic ending in the nightmare again! She is a mother! Fan Qingyi exhaled with a trembling breath, and forced out a smile that did not reach her eyes.

"I believe Brother Wenfeng is not dead. I will take good care of the children and wait for him to come back, or wait until I have saved money and take the children to find him. I will see him alive or dead!"

Aunt Song breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay, okay."

"Sister-in-law, we will help you sell these pickled products, and you can think about what food you can sell in the town. Cheng Ran's father and I will help you set up the stall. Believe me, with your cooking skills, you will definitely make money!"

Jiang Yanhong hurriedly changed the subject and smiled to help her with ideas.

Fan Qing nodded, "Okay, I'll think about it."

Jiang Yanhong said a few more comforting words, and seeing that it was getting late outside, if they didn't hurry to the town, they would not be able to go back until dark, so they hurriedly said goodbye to the two and left with their things.

The two sisters woke up when it was getting dark. Seeing Fan Qingyi sitting under the lamp sewing shoe soles, they cried, "Mom."

"Grandma is going to bury us alive. I'm so scared..." Li Zhenzhu cried and hiccuped.

Li Liuli's face was pale, and she pursed her lips tightly. She stubbornly didn't say a word, but her shaking hands exposed her panic and fear.

Fan Qingyi hugged the two children in her arms with red eyes.

"It's Mom's fault. Mom didn't protect you well. I won't do it again in the future. Mom swears."

"Yiyi, are A'li and Zhuzhu awake?"

Aunt Song happened to come in with a bowl of sour soup noodles. Seeing the two children crying while hugging Fan Qingyi, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that they are awake.

"It's just right. Let's each drink a bowl of hot sour noodle soup, sweat a lot, and wake up tomorrow to start a new day."

"Grandma Song."

Li Liuli wiped away her tears and smiled at Aunt Song.

Aunt Song put the bowl down and went out to get two more bowls, "Eat it while it's hot."

The night in September was already cool, and after a bowl of sour noodle soup, a thin layer of sweat immediately appeared on the heads of the two children.

Fan Qingyi stayed up all night and was completely relieved to make sure that the two children did not have nightmares because of what happened during the day.

Because of this incident, her milk stopped flowing completely, and Li Shanhu stopped eating. She could only drink rice porridge and noodle porridge to fill her stomach.

Several aunties and grandmas who were close to Auntie Song came to the Song family secretly and gave Fan Qingyi some advice, "Why not just leave the children to the Li family and let them fend for themselves..."

"Bah! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Auntie Song spat at the man, who smiled and waved his hand, "Didn't I just say that casually? If it doesn't work, we can talk about something else. Why are you so anxious?"