One day, two days, three days... Time passed by my fingertips day by day. Soon a month passed, and Fu Jun still didn't come back.
Fu's mother was so anxious that she called Fu Jun's workplace to inquire. The other party replied that Fu Jun had quit his job and left more than 20 days ago.
Mother Fu was getting anxious. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, it shouldn't take more than 20 days to get home. Even if they had to walk, they should be able to get back by then!
She quickly ran home and told her husband the news, "Old man, what do you say we should do? Did Jun meet with an accident? What should we do?"
"Maybe Ajun was delayed by something! Wait a little longer, don't be too anxious, or you will hurt yourself." Father Fu comforted.
"How can I not be anxious? This is our only son, not some pig or dog in the yard. Look at you, you're acting like nothing happened."
Mother Fu was so anxious that she stamped her feet in the house, looking extremely worried.
Putting aside Ajun's safety, what Fu's mother cares about is that the sooner Fu Jun comes back, the sooner Zhang Xiaoqin can be kicked out of the house.
"And that immoral woman, every day she stays in our house, I feel more upset. I made it very clear on the phone that day that Ajun is not a procrastinator, but why hasn't he come back yet? I really don't want to see that mother and daughter for a day." Mother Fu sat on a chair in the house with a sad face, sighing and muttering.
Great! So you came back to Fu Jun behind my back, wanting to kick me out. I really underestimated you two old guys.
Zhang Xiaoqin, who was in the main room, accidentally overheard the conversation between the two and gnashed her teeth in hatred in her heart.
In a fit of rage, Zhang Xiaoqin rushed back to her parents' home with her child.
Yes, it’s the Zhang family next door, her parents’ home.
The gate of the Zhang family's courtyard was not locked, but Wu Ju was not at home at this time. She was outside fishing with her old lover, which was quite romantic.
Shumei was feeding Zhang Binglin lunch when she heard someone coming in. She put down her bowl and went out to check. Before she even walked out of the door, she ran into Zhang Xiaoqin.
"Is it my eldest sister?"
"Why? Do I have to report to you when I return to my own home?"
Zhang Xiaoqin and Shumei have always been at odds with each other. In addition, she was already unhappy after hearing the conversation between the two elders of the Fu family. Shumei has walked into the trap.
"Sister, that's not what I meant. I was just asking casually."
Shumei said this and turned around to continue feeding Zhang Binglin.
Zhang Xiaoqin followed him in, walked to the bed, and glanced at Zhang Binglin who was lying there.
"Dad, have you been feeling better lately?"
Zhang Binglin looked at Zhang Xiaoqin coming, and a hint of surprise appeared on his originally calm face.
Zhang Xiaoqin had just finished speaking when she seemed to smell the stench of feces on Zhang Binglin's body, and she quickly covered her nose.
"Kang Shumei, is this how you take care of Dad? It smells like shit and piss, and you let Dad poop and pee in the bed and didn't even care? People out there say you're so filial, so dedicated to the household, and a rare good woman. But it turns out you're just a pile of horse manure—smooth on the surface."
Zhang Xiaoqin pinched her nose and stood there making sarcastic remarks.
Shumei had no intention of explaining anything, and she was too lazy to explain. After feeding Zhang Binglin, she was busy working in the fields.
"What? Are you afraid to speak out because you have something to hide?"
Zhang Xiaoqin was very patient. She fed the last spoonful of rice into Zhang Binglin's mouth, put down the bowl and spoon, wrung out the towel from the basin next to her and wiped Zhang Binglin's hands and face.
"Are you deaf? I've told you so much, why haven't you said a word?"
Kang Shumei wiped Zhang Binglin's hands and paused for a moment, "Sister, I do want Dad to be clean, but - you are also a woman, think about it, is it appropriate for a daughter-in-law like me to do such a thing? If you really want to do this for Dad, please persuade Mom! Let her enjoy Dad more."
"Haha! What do you mean? Are you saying that this is all my mother's fault?" Zhang Xiaoqin sneered.
"Sister, we are all children and parents, so why do you always have to be against me? You know I don't mean to. As the saying goes: A tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop; a son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there. I have never considered taking care of Dad a hassle. I just want to do my best so that Dad can live out his remaining days in peace."
Either everything Shumei said made sense, or Zhang Xiaoqin felt guilty, so she stopped arguing with Shumei and tactfully walked out of the room with the child in her arms.
Shumei carefully washed Zhang Binglin's body, then packed up the basins, bowls and towels, and hurried back to her home.
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