When Yunying was cleaning the table, Jingyi took the rag from her hand and said, "You sit down, I'll do it."

She was about to wash the dishes, but he took the lead and said, "You sit down, I'll do it."

She was going to the yard to collect the clothes, but he moved faster, "I'll do it."

Yun Ying didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "They are just small things, I can do them, they are not chopping wood or fetching water, why do you always compete with me for doing it?"

"You go and tutor Jiaojiao in her studies." Jing Yi said.

Speaking of this, Yun Jiao raised her eyebrows, "Jiao Jiao completes her daily homework very well, and the teachers all praise her. She doesn't need my tutoring at all."

When Jing Yi heard this, his eyebrows raised higher than Yun Ying's, and his eyes were filled with pride.

Don’t you even look at whose daughter it is?

Nature is what stands out, is smart and wise, extraordinary, and stands out from the crowd, making others beyond their reach.

"Please stop sneering. You're in your early thirties. Aren't you afraid that Jiaojiao will laugh at you?" Yun Ying said with disdain.

"She won't laugh at me, Jiaojiao, right?" Jing Yi raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Yunjiao who was doing homework at the table.

Yun Ying also looked over and said in a cold voice: "Really?"

“…”

Yun Jiao was suddenly caught in the middle and was in a dilemma. In order not to offend anyone, she cleverly closed the book and slipped into the room.

Outside, there were sounds of bickering, sometimes a retort or two, sometimes a low laugh, and sometimes helplessness, but it was undeniable that since Uncle Jing showed up, my mother has become more cheerful and happier than before.

When sleeping at night.

After thinking about it, Yun Jiao finally asked what he wanted to ask:

"Mother, people in this town are saying... Is Uncle Jing... my father?"

This year, Yun Jiao is already over six, almost seven years old. Yun Ying did not hide her intention and nodded: "Yes."

Yun Jiao's breathing tightened, and she subconsciously grasped the quilt tightly, her heart shrinking nervously, "Then... why doesn't he marry you?"

My mother and Uncle Jing obviously get along well with each other. They have each other in their hearts and eyes. All they need is a wedding to be together legitimately.

Yun Ying stroked her daughter's head and said earnestly:

"Jiaojiao, you are still young, there are many things you don't understand. Back then, my acquaintance with him was an ill-fated relationship..."

A lot of things happened back then that cannot be explained in a few words.

She summed it up in one sentence:

"He left an irreparable wound in my heart, but it can't hide the fact that I love him. My acceptance of him doesn't mean I have forgotten the past. Although I can't forget the past, it doesn't affect my acceptance of a new life."

"There is nothing absolute in the world, especially in love. You give a little, I give a little, this is good, that is bad, there are many choices and twists and turns, it is even more complicated and entangled..."

Yun Jiao really didn't understand what these words meant. She just thought that her mother was angry with Uncle Jing.

later.

Very long.

She then realized that it was not that Uncle Jing was unwilling to marry her mother, but that her mother did not want to marry. She did not want the marriage gift that all women in the world dreamed of.

They were said to be in love, but my mother had no official status and had never asked Uncle Jing for anything, not even a copper coin.

They may say they don’t love each other, but they have been living together in this way all their lives, like husband and wife, like friends, living in harmony, maintaining an appropriate distance, and accompanying each other.

Until old age, until death, until a hundred years later, when we finally rest in peace...