They all looked at Mo Yan with disappointment, but Mo Yan didn't care at all. The old lady, on the other hand, suddenly became a good mother, scolding those two ungrateful wretches every day at the hospital.
When Mo Yan was discharged from the hospital, she took out ten yuan and gave it to the old lady, saying, "Mom, thank you so much for these past few days. Take this money and buy something."
The old lady took it without hesitation, glared at Mo Yan, and said, "Really, who wants your money? Come back with me and your father. We'll have food to eat, and you'll have water to drink."
She knew about Mo Yan's abilities; they wouldn't go hungry in the future.
"No need, I think being alone is fine. I'll go out and work in the future."
She has no interest in serving different people. Why did the old lady come here? Perhaps it's because she really feels sorry for her daughter, or perhaps it's something else. Who knows?
"Hey, nothing beats home. I've been taking care of you for so many days, and you haven't even noticed? How can you be so heartless?"
The old lady was also very angry. She had been here for several days and had helped her quite a bit.
"So I'll give you ten dollars."
Mo Yan looked at the old lady's face and said, "Mom, some things really don't need to be explained clearly. I thought I had made it very obvious."
The old lady naturally knew that Mo Yan hadn't spoken to her or mentioned the case; she just kept telling her to go home early every day.
"I don't understand what you're saying. I only came here because I was worried about you. I scolded those two ingrates because I couldn't stand them."
I know you always feel that I'm not good to you, that I make you do chores. So tell me, if I didn't love you, would I have made you cured meat, would I have fed you? Would I have helped you scold them?
I do love you, but perhaps not as much as you think, nor as much as you want.
The most hurtful thing you can say in the world is...
I love you, but not that much.
I don't love you as much as I love your brother.
I love you more than I love money.
It's not that I don't care, it's just that it's not that important to me.
“I know you think I should have protected you back then, but you didn’t say anything.”
You should have told me that you were in serious condition.
I asked you to go back because I didn't know what had happened. In our generation, if anyone gets divorced, people will gossip about it.
Given all these circumstances, isn't it perfectly normal for me to ask you to go home?
Mo Yan nodded, pointing to the punctuation mark, "Yeah. You're right, but I'm still disappointed, still tired, and don't want to go back. Getting hurt is getting hurt."
What you said back then felt like a knife stabbing into my heart.
Even if you have many reasons, even if you say it's for my own good, it's useless; I'm still bleeding profusely.
But now, no matter how much you do, it's meaningless.
You did take care of me, so I'm giving you money.
When money can solve a problem, that means there's really no sentiment involved anymore.
Regardless of whether the old lady meant well for the original owner, how hurtful her words were back then—telling the original owner to die, telling the original owner to go back home.
When the original owner suffered such great harm...
As the old lady said, it wasn't that much love.
She couldn't see how pale the original owner was when she was working so hard. If it were her older brother, she probably could see even a wound that was invisible to the naked eye.
The old lady couldn't accept it; she couldn't accept that Mo Yan looked so unfamiliar.
"You want to measure our family bond with money?"
"Otherwise what!" Mo Yan smiled and looked at her. "You say you care about me, but what about my brother? What about my dad? Why didn't they come? Did they feel ashamed or that it was unnecessary?"
If you're going to pretend, at least make it look convincing! This is really unnecessary.
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