The way her son shrank back just now didn't lie, so Wang Xuemei certainly didn't believe Yun Xiangwen's words. However, although Yun Xiangwen's little hands were covered in mud, they weren't scratched.
Could it be that he broke a bone?
Wang Xuemei became anxious, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Although she usually raises her son well, everyone loves their own son. Yun Xiangwen is a piece of her own flesh and blood, so naturally she cherishes him dearly.
The thought (in her mind) that Yun Xiangwen might have broken a bone made her heart ache terribly, and she wished she could take his place.
Seeing his mother on the verge of tears, Yun Xiangwen quickly endured the pain, turned his arm to the side, and pulled his relatively clean sleeve to wipe Wang Xuemei's 'tears,' saying, "Mom, don't cry, Xiaowen isn't in pain."
Seeing that her son's arm was still quite flexible, not like he had broken it, Wang Xuemei felt a little relieved, but even more suspicious. She simply took Yun Xiangwen's hand and gently slid his sleeve up, and instantly, a clear bruise appeared on his wrist. She looked at his other hand, and saw the same thing.
Wang Xuemei felt a pang of heartache again, and her voice rose several octaves: "Who did this?!" But then, afraid of scaring Yun Xiangwen, she quickly softened her voice and coaxed him softly: "Son, tell Mom, who did this to your hands?"
Yun Xiangwen shook his head and said, "Mom, it doesn't hurt. Can you blow on it for me? It won't hurt anymore if you do."
As she spoke, she stretched out her little hand in front of Wang Xuemei.
Wang Xuemei, suppressing her heartache, gently took Yun Xiangwen's small hand and blew on it. The more she blew, the more uncomfortable it became, and she couldn't help but ask again, "Xiaowen, tell Mommy, who did this to your hand? Was it your second uncle?"
After saying it aloud, Wang Xuemei thought about it more and more and felt that it was indeed the case. Not counting the "grandparents" who lived in the old house, Yun Xiangwen was the youngest generation in the family, and to this day, he was still an only child, without any sisters. Everyone in the family still doted on him.
Except for... Yun Wansheng.
Well, it can't be said that Yun Wansheng didn't care about Yun Xiangwen at all. It's just that he's selfish, lazy, and thinks more about himself. Xiangwen is just a nephew, so it's inevitable that he doesn't have the same feelings for Yun Xiangwen as others do.
Besides, she knew her son well; he was very well-behaved and didn't cause any trouble, so the villagers wouldn't make things difficult for him.
Thinking about it that way, there's only Yun Wansheng left.
Who knows if he was upset because of his injured chin and took it out on his son?
Thinking about it, Wang Xuemei's face darkened instantly, and she couldn't help but say, "What kind of damn second uncle is this? He had such wild ideas, wanting to take over from our Fusheng and hide away at the old house to live a life of ease and comfort, but he got his jaw ripped off and was chased back, so he's taking it out on our Xiaowen..."
Yun Xiangwen's values were still very upright. When he heard that his mother had misunderstood his second uncle, he quickly explained for Yun Wansheng: "Mom, it wasn't Second Uncle who did it for Xiaowen."
If it wasn't Yun Wansheng who did it, then it must have been an outsider?
Wang Xuemei's face darkened further, and she angrily asked, "Who did that? Tell your mother, and I'll go talk to him! Our Xiaowen has always been well-behaved, what has he done to deserve this? Even if he accidentally caused trouble and offended someone, he should come to us, his parents, for help. What kind of skill is it to bully a child!"
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