Zhang Yufeng shook her head. "Let's not talk about this anymore. If you really can't do it, just talk to Tiancheng. Tiancheng and the second brother are related by marriage. If he says it, the second brother will definitely listen."
"Oh well."
Wang Tianyi had no choice but to agree.
He walked out of his mother's cave dwelling, his eyes darted around, and he immediately rode his bicycle to town.
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Zhang Yufeng has been worried about this matter ever since Wang Tianyi left.
She suddenly realized that an invisible, huge chasm had already formed between her and her second son.
She felt as if she were watching her son walk further and further away from her, unwilling to turn back and look at her again.
From afternoon to evening, she sat leaning against the wall, her needlework going back and forth without any progress, sitting there from dawn till dusk.
It wasn't until Wang Xiaozhu returned from outside and turned on the light that she snapped out of her daze.
"Mom, what are you spacing out for? Something's not right."
Something's not right; it means you're sick.
"Oh, Xiaozhu, you're back."
"I've been back for a while now. I ran into my second brother on the way. He went into my sister-in-law Runlan's house. I don't know what he's doing. I haven't seen my second brother for many days. If it weren't for the motorcycle, I might not have recognized him."
"Did you say anything?"
"I did say that. My brother said he'll be back later."
"Huh?" Zhang Yufeng was stunned for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "What did you say? Your second brother said he's coming back later?"
"Yes, that's what my brother said."
Wang Xiaozhu put down her schoolbag and started doing her homework by the light of a kerosene lamp. Zhang Yufeng, however, became a little nervous. Her mind was in turmoil, and several thoughts were swirling around in her head, leaving her completely at a loss.
Every time the gate of the pit-dwelling courtyard made a sound, her heart would tremble.
They assumed Wang Tianxiao had already gone home.
But on several occasions, it was other people, and on many other occasions, it was just the sound of the wind blowing.
Wang Xiaozhu waited until after 9 p.m., and just when she had completely given up hope, there was another knock at the door. With a few footsteps, Wang Tianxiao called out from outside, "Mother, are you asleep?"
Zhang Yufeng forced herself to calm down and said in a deep voice, "Not yet. Has Tianxiao returned?"
"Yes, it's me. I have something to tell you."
"Come in, I didn't block the door."
The door opened and Wang Tianxiao entered the room, bringing with him a chill.
The wind made the kerosene lamp flame flicker and almost go out several times, but it managed to hold on for the last time.
Zhang Yufeng reached out to block the wind, narrowly preventing the fire from being extinguished.
She suddenly felt a pang of emotion, realizing that her relationship with her son had unknowingly reached a very dangerous point, like this flickering flame, barely clinging to life, and that a sudden strong wind might extinguish it completely.
This gave her a shiver.
It's a little sore.
Her husband died young, and she raised so many children on her own, but she really couldn't take good care of everyone.
She was too tired.
Therefore, their feelings towards the children also differ.
She doesn't favor the child who is obedient; rather, the more obedient the child, the less attention she pays to them.
It's a helpless situation, to be honest.
Although they are all her children, people have different personalities and abilities. The more sensible a child is, the less she has to worry about him, and she can also ask him to help take care of the family as much as possible.
On the contrary, those ignorant children always tugged at her heartstrings.
She knew it was unfair, but they were all her children, and she didn't want any of them to go hungry.
Years ago, many families in her situation would give their children away to become live-in sons-in-law. Everyone advised her to do the same, but looking at her children, she couldn't bear to give up any of them.
Through hardship and toil, they finally raised each of them to adulthood.
During this period, the older the child, the more they suffer.
The eldest and second eldest are the ones who suffer the most.
However, compared to the eldest child, although the eldest child is capable and has taken on a lot of responsibilities for the family, the eldest child left home early, and the second child is the one who actually takes care of the younger siblings the most.
Second son...
My son has always been stubborn, doesn't like to talk, and is not good at socializing. He's just like my deceased wife, and it's hard for anyone to like him.
She thought to herself that it was only natural for the older child to take care of the younger one.
Because she was getting old and couldn't take care of herself anymore, she felt that her children should help share the burden with their mother; it was only natural.
However……
A series of recent events brought her to her senses.
It's not wrong for children to take on heavy responsibilities, but they can't always bear the burden alone.
The family has developed to this point, with the children having very strained relationships. It seems like the children's problems, but in reality, it's largely due to my failure to mediate and distribute my maternal love evenly among each child.
I'm thinking about what happened more than a month ago.
That day, Tianxiao held a knife and glared at me with anger; he must have been harboring a lot of resentment.
She just hadn't realized it at the time, and was still thinking of using her status as his mother to force him to obey.
So, he didn't even let me take care of him when he gave birth. The baby is almost a month old, and I still haven't seen my grandson and don't know what he looks like.
Son, you must be harboring resentment towards yourself.
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