Actually, this is quite good; Brother Dajun can now live his own life.
Yin Chunmei has always insisted on working hard to earn money to support her children, even though she doesn't earn much.
Now she needs to pull herself together and take good care of Yin Chao so that Brother Neng Dajun can rest assured.
Yin Chunmei tried her best to clean the house thoroughly.
They cooked for Yin Chao on time and took him to and from school for several days in a row.
She plans to go to work in a few days.
Yin Chunmei tries her best to face life with strength, but Yin Chao doesn't understand.
He asked his mother several times if Uncle Wen was really not coming to see him.
Yin Chunmei calmly told her son, "Son, you've grown up and are a man now. With you protecting your mother, we can't keep troubling Uncle Wen."
Yin Chao's disappointment was written all over his face.
Yin Chunmei's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
But it had to be this way; the mother and son couldn't be a burden on the army for the rest of their lives.
After sending her son to school, Yin Chunmei felt uneasy when she returned home to an empty house.
I haven't seen Wen Dajun for many days.
What has he been doing these days? Has he been staying at home alone? Does he still feel like life is meaningless?
No matter how worried I am, I can't go to his house anymore.
Yin Chunmei knew that her son's rescue this time was entirely thanks to Song Yan.
I was so immersed in sadness and worry that I hadn't even had a chance to properly express my gratitude.
There's really nothing presentable at home, and besides, Song Yan doesn't lack anything.
Yueyue loves all sorts of gadgets; she still has the Luban lock she played with when she was little.
She didn't dare take it out in those years, and she never dared to let Yin Chao play with it.
She thought that things had loosened up over the years and this should be fine now. She quietly took it out, intending to give it to Yueyue.
She didn't know what kind of wood it was made of, but after all these years, the paint on it was still brand new, with a subtle sheen and a pleasant fragrance.
This thing isn't worth much, but it's a token of my affection.
In the afternoon, Yin Chunmei went to Song Yan's house.
Yueyue really liked the toy, but she turned to look at her mother.
Song Yan: "This is a gift from your Aunt Yin. Thank you, Aunt Yin!"
This means it can be received.
Yueyue: "Thank you, Aunt Yin."
She was happy that Yueyue liked her. She watched Yueyue fiddling with these things and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her face.
Song Yan: This must be something she really likes, and it probably carries happy memories of her childhood. Song Yan doesn't want to take away what someone else loves.
But she probably doesn't have anything else to give away.
Song Yan and Yin Chunmei chatted about everyday things, here and there.
Song Yan was concerned about her and Yin Chao, and advised her to let go of the past and get back to work.
Things will get better.
Yin Chunmei nodded.
It seems she also wants to try her best to face this matter.
Yin Chunmei mentioned Wen Dajun, intentionally or unintentionally.
Song Yan casually agreed.
Yin Chunmei said that Wen Dajun had been blaming himself for Yin Chao's actions.
Song Yan: "No, he has never mentioned it to me!"
Yin Chunmei: "He may continue to blame himself for this."
Song Yan: "How is that possible? A grown man can't even handle something this simple?"
Yin Chunmei: "I'm afraid that because of Yin Chao's matter, I've delayed Wen Dajun, and it's also delayed your business here."
Song Yan: No! I've been free of any problems lately.
I had almost forgotten about it until you mentioned it; it's been so many days since I last saw Wen Dajun.
I haven't seen him since Yin Chao came back, right? Anyway, I don't have anything to do here, so I'll just let him do as he pleases..."
It was obvious that Yin Chunmei was absent-minded when she left.
The more Yin Chunmei thought about it, the colder she felt.
Song Yan had no idea that Brother Dajun was acting strangely.
That makes sense, though; Brother Dajun definitely wouldn't tell Song Yan these things.
But Brother Dajun hasn't come for a long time.
What has he been doing these past few days? Has he stopped caring about Song Yan's affairs?
"...It seems like living or not living doesn't really matter..."
Wen Dajun's words kept replaying in Yin Chunmei's mind.
Before she knew it, the bus had arrived at its stop, but Yin Chunmei couldn't bring herself to step out.
Normally, after Yin Chunmei comes out, all she wants to do is go home.
Although it was a rented house, it was her and Yin Chao's home.
Today, home holds no appeal.
Yin Chunmei saw the No. 18 bus stop. She doesn't know what she was thinking, but she got on.
This bus will take you to Brother Dajun's house.
After getting off the bus, Yin Chunmei ran to Wen Dajun's house.
"Bang!" Yin Chunmei pushed the door open, her face covered in sweat and filled with anxiety.
"What's wrong with you?" Wen Dajun thought something had happened to Yin Chao again. He was so anxious that he almost jumped up on the spot.
Yin Chunmei smiled, "Brother Dajun is still here, perfectly fine."
Actually, things aren't really going well.
On such a hot day, if you don't open the doors or windows, the smell inside the house will be terrible.
His beard was even longer, and he looked unkempt. And how did he get so thin?
Wen Dajun realized what was wrong and quickly suppressed his anxiety and panic. "Chunmei, what's wrong with you?"
Yin Chunmei: "I'm going to see Yueyue. I heard from Song Yan that you haven't been there for many days, so I..."
Wen Dajun: You're getting anxious and worried.
Song Yan definitely helped! She's the kindest person in the world. Otherwise, Chunmei wouldn't be like this.
"It's nothing!" Wen Dajun said lightly as he lay back down on the bed.
This contrasts sharply with Yin Chunmei's anxiety.
Yin Chunmei was a little cautious. "Not to mention that Dr. Song is such a good person, you won't find this kind of job anywhere else but Dr. Song."
Didn't you say you cherished it before?
“I used to always think about making more money, but suddenly I realized I don’t need it anymore, so I don’t want to go anywhere,” Wen Dajun said.
Yin Chunmei was anxious, but didn't know where to begin. The room smelled bad, so she helped open the window.
There was also a window in the cubicle, and Yin Chunmei originally went in intending to open the window.
When I got there, I saw that the bottom of the pot was covered in white mold, and the bowls and chopsticks were lying next to it. I don't know how long it had been since they were washed!
I made noodles for Brother Dajun last time. Is this pot filled with leftover noodle soup?
"Brother Dajun, you haven't cooked these past few days?" Yin Chunmei's unease grew even stronger.
Wen Dajun listlessly poked his head out to look. "Oh! I forgot to tidy up!"
"So what have you been eating these past two days?" Yin Chunmei was completely dismayed. Brother Dajun had lost so much weight. Could it be that he hadn't been eating at all?
Hou sent some food before. Wen Dajun told him he didn't need to send any more.
How can you not lose weight if you're starving?
Wen Dajun's silence was tantamount to an admission.
Yin Chunmei: "Won't people starve if this goes on for too long?" Wen Dajun's family has no food at all. "I'll go back and cook something and bring it to you!"
Yin Chunmei left in a hurry.
Wen Dajun couldn't help but slowly curl up the corners of his mouth.
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