"Aren't you doing fine now?"
Mo Yan looked at Lin Xing, took her hand and comforted her, "Look how good you are now, happy every day, traveling and seeing the world. I envy you. I'm only going to travel with you because the 37th day after the first seven days. Once the 37th day is over and the old man's matter is completely resolved, I'll go traveling with you too."
Lin Xing never expected that after comforting Mo Yan, she would end up being comforted by Mo Yan in return.
"Look at you, I was trying to comfort you, but in the end, you ended up comforting me. I've wanted to say these things for a long time, but I didn't know how to say them."
I genuinely felt sorry for my eldest son back then, knowing how tough things were for him and his wife. I wanted to help them with chores, using my retirement savings to cook for them and make their lives a little easier. I truly meant well for him, but I never expected him to think I had harmed him and that I was biased…
That's when I realized that this wasn't my son anymore; he was someone else's husband, someone else's father, and I... had become that burden.
After figuring it out, I actually knew what to do. I focused all my energy on making myself happy. I went on trips, played cards, and filled my time. Occasionally, I would visit them and buy them things, which made them happy. You know what... how should I put it?
We should just take care of ourselves. Even when we're old, we need to make ourselves happy. Don't worry about our children; their happiness is different from ours, and their thoughts are different from ours.
Thinking back, in the early years of my marriage, didn't I also hope that my husband would think about our little family and that my in-laws wouldn't interfere?
It's more accurate to say that Lin Xing was advising herself rather than advising Mo Yan.
Tell yourself to stop dwelling on it.
"Um."
Mo Yan could only say "Mmm".
"Mo Yan, you should be happy like me from now on. Let's go on a trip together, okay?"
Mo Yan nodded. Actually, Lin Xing's family situation was different from the original owner's. The original owner's two ungrateful children were really... only interested in money. She was afraid that the original owner would favor the other two.
"Okay, don't worry, I know. I just haven't moved on yet. That person was so good to me, and I'm still stuck in the past. I know I need to move on."
Our best days are yet to come; we must always walk forward together.
"Hey, that's the right way to think. I'll wait for you. Let's go on a trip together, and we'll play cards together these next couple of days."
Mo Yan nodded in agreement.
Lin Xing then took the things and went back.
After returning home, Lin Xing sat down, unable to come to her senses for a long time. When she didn't think about it, she wasn't sad, but when she did, she felt like she had no strength left and couldn't calm down for a long time.
That's her son. When he was little, he said, "Mom, when I grow up, I'll protect you, buy you a big house, and hire someone to take care of you."
Where did that obedient and filial son from when he was a child go?
After a long while, Lin Xing sighed, stood up and went back to her room, lay down and rested for a while. She thought that if she rested and took a nap, she would still be the energetic old lady she always was.
...
Mo Yan returned home and prepared to cook some food. Not long after, she heard An Qi's voice.
Angie couldn't bear to leave her mother alone at home, so she came over to check on her.
"Mom, have you eaten yet? My mother-in-law said you can come to our house for a couple of days, are you going?"
Mo Yan brought out the food and offered it to her, but she said, "No, your dad just left. What would I do at your house? I'm going on a trip soon, so don't worry about me. You just go back and get some rest."
"I know, I just missed you and wanted to come back and eat your cooking." Angie said, seeing that her mother seemed to be in good spirits.
Mo Yan was a little helpless; this daughter was really well-behaved. "I won't make it for you. Go back to work."
Angie: "..."
“Anqi, I know you’re worried about me, but there’s really no need for that. Life goes on. I believe your dad also wants what’s best for me.”
Also, don't worry about me. I'm fine, but you all keep comforting me. It would be awkward if I didn't cooperate. Should I cry a little for you?
Angie: "..."
Angie felt a little embarrassed; what her mother said seemed to make sense.
"I was just afraid you'd be sad and upset, so I kept it to myself."
“You keep bringing this up, isn’t that just rubbing salt into my wounds? It’s not a big deal, you don’t need to keep bringing it up. I’m fine, really fine, don’t come anymore. Wait until the seventh day after my death, the second seven days, the third seven days, and so on. If you come too often, people will think you’re after my money. You’re coming here to make up money.”
You were originally trying to comfort me, but in the end, it turns out I'm the one who thinks badly of you. Is that really meaningful?
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