Lu Dongsheng knew that the conflict between him and his son had reached a point where it could not be reconciled, so he gave the task of repairing the father-son relationship to his wife Mei Huarong.
He told her:
"No matter when or where, you are always his mother, and that will never change. As long as you show some kindness, he will definitely recognize you as his mother. But remember, never quarrel with him, or it will backfire."
Mei Huarong was confident in herself and felt that her husband's worries were completely unnecessary. She firmly believed:
"I'm his biological mother, how could he possibly deny me? If he dares to deny me as his mother, it would be unforgivable!"
Mei Huarong went to find Lu Yu first, comforted him in a gentle tone, and promised to treat him and his family well in the future.
At that time, Mei Huarong held Lu Yu's hand affectionately, with a smile on his face, and said gently:
"Yuyu, you may not know that Mom is actually a person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. In the past, because you were young and ignorant, Mom was stricter in disciplining you."
At this point, a trace of guilt and heartache flashed in Mei Huarong's eyes. She sighed softly and continued:
"You must have accumulated a lot of grievances in your heart over the years, but Mom can understand. Now that you have grown up and are about to become a father, let the past be the past and look forward to it."
After saying this, Mei Huarong paused, then looked at Lu Yu affectionately and continued:
"After all, I'm your mother, and you're a piece of my flesh. How could I bear to hurt you?"
Lu Yu just looked at her indifferently, his eyes calm and deep, as if hiding countless stories and emotions.
He was silent, as if he was thinking about something, or perhaps recalling the past. To outsiders, his eyes were filled with complex emotions that were difficult to understand.
However, only Lu Yu himself knew that there was not much turmoil in his heart.
He didn't feel much about his mother's words, and even felt a little indifferent. He felt that he had become accustomed to this way of getting along and had long accepted reality.
Perhaps, deep in his heart, he still has affection for his mother, but this feeling has been diluted by time and experience and is no longer strong.
According to Mei Huarong, all the grievances he suffered were caused by his ignorance and lack of understanding. He should not feel resentment, but be grateful.
But why did the same thing happen to his younger brothers and sisters, but the results were completely different?
If she were to follow her point, wouldn't ignoring her be a form of respect? After all, everyone has their own way of life and choices. Yet, why did she bother to come and explain things to him? This seemed to contradict what she had said before.
Many times, people tend to only truly feel pain when the fire burns themselves.
As for the plight of others, they may only show superficial sympathy or indifference. This phenomenon is common in various settings, such as the workplace and family.
Seeing that Lu Yu remained silent, Mei Huarong couldn't help but feel angry, but she had to suppress her anger, which made her look a little hideous and scary.
When Lu Yu saw the change in Mei Huarong's expression, he felt more and more disgusted and disgusted with her.
Seeing that Lu Yu was unable to communicate, Mei Huarong decided to change his strategy and turn to Qin Wan for help.
When Mei Huarong found Qin Wan, Aunt Zhang was sitting under a pomegranate tree in the yard, enthusiastically telling Qin Wan, who was sitting next to her, the techniques and key points of how to make exquisite little clothes and quilts for little dolls.
"Comrade Qin, when making small clothes, we can't just focus on appearance; we have to make them comfortable. It doesn't matter if they're ugly, but the raw edges can't face inwards, and the threads can't be left inside..."
Aunt Zhang muttered to herself as she carefully mended the small clothes in her hands, and from time to time she picked up the clothes to compare the size.
"Button, button, button"
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
Aunt Zhang asked loudly, pinned the needle on her lapel, sat up and went to open the door.
At the door stood a female military doctor in her fifties, dressed in military uniform and looking heroic.
When the female military doctor saw Aunt Zhang, she smiled and then walked into Qin Wan's courtyard.
Aunt Zhang was startled, then followed in and asked:
"Comrade, who are you looking for?"
The military doctor walked with a vigorous stride and a resolute gaze, exuding a competence and authority that could not be ignored. This person was Mei Huarong.
She did not answer Aunt Zhang's question, but walked straight in. Then she saw Qin Wan sitting in the yard.
At this time, Qin Wan was five months pregnant. Her belly was so big that it looked like she was about to give birth, but she was in good spirits, with a delicate face and picturesque features.
The sunlight fell on her body, as if she was covered with a layer of soft light. She sat there quietly, her hand gently stroking her belly, her face filled with happiness and expectation.
Qin Wan saw Mei Huarong and Aunt Zhang walk in one after another, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a polite smile, and then he said softly to Aunt Zhang: "Aunt, can you please help me stand up for a moment?"
Mei Huarong watched Qin Wan stand up, nodded with satisfaction, and thought to himself: This is pretty good, it's a bit proper.
Then, Meihuarong put on a high and mighty attitude and proudly introduced himself: "I am Meihuarong!"
When Aunt Zhang heard this, she trembled with fear, her eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
She never imagined that the arrogant woman in front of her was actually Comrade Qin's mother-in-law.
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