He Jun covered his face and stood aside with a somewhat aggrieved look on his face.
It's only been a few years since we last met, and his hair has already turned completely white.
His temper was getting more and more irritable.
From yesterday to today, his mother has slapped him several times.
He Jun is now a little confused. Is his face hurting more or his heart hurting more?
"Mom, I didn't know Xiu'e didn't send you any money.
Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
The old lady burst into laughter and spat on He Jun's shoes.
"Tell you? How can I tell you when I can't even see your shadow?
The staff of Beimen Subdistrict Office would like to talk to your unit.
I felt that family disgrace should not be made public, so I declined their kindness.
I'm worried that if you ruin your reputation at work, it will implicate Zhou Zhou.
I think it doesn't matter if you are shameless and unfilial to me as a mother.
When I die, you will have to raise your own son.
But I forgot that you always listen to that woman.
She already treated her son as her own, so how could she care about Zhou Zhou?
You shouldn't have the last name "He", you should have the last name "Zhang" like your wife!"
After the old lady finished scolding, He Yuanzhou quickly handed her a glass of water.
He Jun still wanted to argue: "Mom, I have been busy with work these years and have no time to go home.
If you had sent me a telegram earlier, or sent someone to bring a message.
If I had known the truth, this wouldn’t have happened.”
The old lady got angry when she heard this, and she smashed the cup of water hard at He Jun.
"You beast, stop pretending to be ignorant.
If you hadn't been pretending to be blind, would Zhang Xiu'e dare to do this?
Look at the clothes and pants Zhou Zhou is wearing, they are covered with patches.
Let me ask you one thing, is there a patch on the clothes and pants that your stepson is wearing?
Is there any?
He Jun lowered his head and said nothing.
The old lady smiled bitterly and said, “Look, you know that the clothes my stepson wears have no patches.
You would rather spend the money on others than give it to us, the grandparents and grandchildren.
How dare you say that you have always been controlling the life and death of us two generations of grandparents and grandchildren?
You, you will be punished.”
He Jun muttered softly: "Anyway, now you would rather believe outsiders than me."
The old lady stared at He Jun for a long time before speaking.
"He Jun, do you know?
Last time I was sick, I had no money to buy medicine and was lying in bed waiting to die.
In order to nourish my body, Zhou Zhou actually stole meat.
He was caught by a soldier and was sent to the public security bureau.
If Qiu Mei hadn't grabbed the soldier and given Zhou Zhou ten dollars, Zhou Zhou would have run away.
Then Zhou Zhou would be locked up, and our He family would be completely finished.
If I didn't have the ten dollars Qiu Mei gave me to buy medicine, I would definitely have died.
Qiu Mei saved us, the two of us, the grandparents and the grandchildren.
How dare you say such bad things about Qiu Mei? You beast!
The old lady couldn't continue speaking, so she picked up the crutch beside the bed and hit He Jun hard.
He Jun's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
He stared at his mother blankly, without dodging, and let the old lady beat him.
After all, the old lady was old, and after a few hits, she was exhausted and out of breath.
Seeing his grandmother gasping for breath, He Yuanzhou hurried over to pat her back.
"Grandma, don't let this kind of person get you upset. It's not worth it!"
After catching her breath, the old lady knocked on the table with her cane.
"He Jun, you're already famous on Beimen Street in our hometown.
As long as there is someone in the family who is unfilial to his parents, people will say that they have a "He Jun" in their family.
Now, it’s not a question of whether you want to go back or not, but that you can’t go back.
Whenever you set foot on Beimen Street, I guess all the gossips in Beimen Street will come to your house to join in the fun.
All that gossip will drown you!"
The old lady closed her eyes. She was tired after talking so much.
He Jun looked at He Yuanzhou, and the coldness in his eyes made him shiver in the hot weather.
He crawled out of the room and hid in his bedroom.
He couldn't even imagine it.
Over the years, his mother and his son had such a hard time that they had to steal meat to eat.
"No, no, no," what his mother said was too scary, and He Jun didn't want to believe it.
He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and wanted several times to ask his mother again whether it was true or not.
But he didn't have the courage to step out of his room.
When He Jun went to work wearing a mask, he found that people in the workshop were talking about him in private.
The men laughed at him and called him a fool, while the women rolled their eyes at him and called him a scumbag.
He Jun hid in the office, and he finally realized what it meant to be a rat crossing the street, being chased by everyone.
When it was time to eat, he didn't dare go to the cafeteria, so he asked someone to help him get a portion back.
He thought that by hiding in the office, he could avoid the gossip.
But he didn't expect that several colleagues who usually got along well with him would come to the office.
Everyone started talking about him: "Old He, you are confused.
He doesn't care about his biological son, but takes care of his stepson.
Can you still count on your stepson to support you in your old age?
I have my own father to support, how can I care about you?"
"That's right, you can support other people's wives, but you can't support other people's sons.
It really is something that can never be tamed or kept warm.
No matter how good you treat him, when he grows up, he will still go back to his biological father... "
The workshop director also came over.
"Old He, you often brought He Yuanhang to the factory these years, and I always thought he was your biological son.
I didn’t expect that you would be so nice to a stepson and your own son...
Hey, how can you reverse the order?"
He Jun smiled bitterly. He knew all this.
However, Zhang Xiu'e was making a fuss all day long, and I didn't want to cause any trouble, so I just let her do what she wanted.
Unexpectedly, the situation has become so out of control today.
Now, his reputation at work has also been ruined.
In his hometown, he became the spokesperson for ungrateful people and unfilial sons.
He had no doubt that if Yuanzhou couldn't get into the thermal power plant, his mother would really fight him to the death.
There is also the possibility of removing him from the family tree.
His life is over.
After get off work in the evening, he dared to leave only after He Jun and others had almost left.
He wanted to buy something to eat, and felt his pocket, only having two dollars in it.
When he rode his bike home, his mother and Yuanzhou were sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Mom, I bought some buns to make do with my meal."
Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he had no choice but to go into the kitchen, get a plate, and bring out another dish of pickles.
The old lady reached out and picked up the bun: "Zhou Zhou, come here and eat some more.
You have to eat as much as you can and try to gain a few more pounds."
He Jun pulled out a stool and sat down: "Mom, don't worry, this spot will definitely go to Yuan Zhou.
When Yuanzhou goes to school, you can stay here and live with us."
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