870: A man cannot cry
Ding Pei came to the uncle and nephew, touched Lele's head first, and coaxed:
"Le Le, go to grandma's house. Grandma will bring you something delicious."
Lele didn't say anything and didn't want to say that he didn't want to go.
Jia Song sneered in his heart. Normally, the old couple didn't care much about their child. Now that they knew their daughter was coming back, they remembered to show their courtesy.
Jia Song concealed his inner contempt and pretended not to want to go (which he actually didn't want to go):
"We won't go up there. I still have to take Lele home to do homework—"
"Ah, don't go, Jia Song. You should know that our Wen Yue's sentence was changed. She was released immediately."
"--Know."
"Have you told Lele that his mother is coming back?"
"No."
Ding Pei smiled and blamed:
"Such an important and happy event, why didn't you tell him? Otherwise, you take Lele upstairs and I will talk to him in detail, okay, just for a while."
Ding Pei's tone was somewhat flattering.
Looking at Ding Pei's ugly face, Jia Song couldn't help but curse Zhou Ziheng in his heart:
Damn it, why did you make me do this? It's more painful than being a freeloader!
In order to complete the task assigned by Zhou Ziheng, Jia Song could only endure the humiliation and force himself to say:
"Okay then, Lele, let's go to grandma's house."
Lele had no choice but to obey his uncle's orders and went to his grandparents' house with him.
This was Jia Song's first time visiting You Wenyue's new home. When he arrived, he saw that their house was even smaller and cramped than his own. Thinking back to the single-family house the old couple had lived in before, the difference in treatment was simply worlds apart. Jia Song felt relieved again.
Serves you right!
You deserve this day!
Jia Song suppressed his annoyance and sat down on the sofa.
Ding Pei pulled her grandson in front of her, held Lele's hand, and sighed:
"Oh, this child has a miserable life. He has been without a mother for the past few years—"
Jia Song rolled his eyes and said, forget it, don’t waste time. If he stayed here for one more second, Jia Song would live one day less. He decided to finish the job quickly and leave.
He asked patiently and directly:
"When will Wen Yue come back?"
Ding Pei was in a good mood and said with a smile:
"Almost there, she'll be back soon. Jiang Shang went to pick her up personally, so it should be soon."
Jia Song was surprised:
"What?"
Jiang Shang actually went to pick up You Wenyue in person?!
Traveling all the way from Beijing to the Northwest to pick up a released prisoner from labor camp?
What a pair of dogs!
Ding Pei realized that she seemed to have said something wrong and quickly changed the subject:
"Jia Song, when Wen Yue comes back, can you ask Le Le to move back with us? I think it's better for the child to stay with his mother. A child without a mother is pitiful. It's better for him to stay with his biological mother. In the future, our family will raise the child, and we can afford it."
Upon hearing this, Jia Song instantly got furious:
I'm such a jerk that I asked someone to smear shit on my face to disgust me. Zhou Ziheng, you deserve to die for arranging such a thing for me!
I don’t care about this crap anymore, let whoever wants to do it be.
He stood up and said mercilessly:
"impossible!"
"Jia Song, you, why are you so unreasonable? What's wrong with me letting the child come here? The child has been in your family for the past few years. Now that Wen Yue is back, you should return the child, right? Your family should not be so overbearing. The child was born after ten months of pregnancy by our Wen Yue. What right do you have to occupy her!"
"Dream on! I can't give you a child. What the hell are you dreaming about?"
Ding Pei's face turned pale and her lips trembled with anger.
You Changsheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair nearby, also had his cheeks twitching. If he hadn't been so tongue-tied, with his temper, he would have jumped up and started scolding Jia Song.
"Jia Song, you, you should go too far. How can you talk to me like that? I am your elder after all, Lele's grandmother. How can you talk to me like that? Do you have any manners at all?"
"I'm telling you, old lady, don't use seniority to pressure me. I won't fall for it. If I didn't consider you as Lele's grandmother, I would have cursed you a long time ago. I wouldn't have waited until today.
You don’t know what kind of person your Wen Yue is, and you still have the nerve to ask me for a child. What? If I send Lele back, will you let Lele call Jiang Shang dad?
You say I'm uneducated, but your Wen Yue is well-educated. She was married with children but still hooked up with other men. When she couldn't get him, she stabbed his wife with a knife. Now that she's just been released, she's hooked up with a married man again.
You are well-educated, and your whole family is well-educated!"
“——” Ding Pei was so angry that her whole body was shaking and she almost fainted.
"Enough!" You Changsheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted unclearly.
"I won't argue with you two old men and women, so you don't accuse me of bullying the elderly. I shouldn't have come here today. Lele, go! Remember, never come here again!"
Jia Song grabbed Lele and dragged him out the door.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a person standing outside and Jia Song almost bumped into him.
He was about to curse angrily, but when he looked up, the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue were stuck.
The person standing outside the door was actually—You Wenyue?
Jia Song's heart skipped a beat.
You Wenyue was standing alone outside the door, wearing a khaki work suit. Her face was pale, her skin was rough, and her eyes were sunken. At first glance, she looked like an old lady sweeping the streets. Jia Song was frightened again by her old and haggard appearance.
You Wenyue saw Jia Song with an expressionless face. She then looked down at the little boy in Jia Song's hand. The little boy had a frightened look and tears in his eyes, as if he had been frightened.
The little boy also looked up at her.
Their eyes met, and a ripple appeared in Yu Wenyue's dead eyes:
The child has grown so tall that he is taller than Jia Song's waist.
How old was the child when she passed away? Just over one year old, and he could not even walk steadily.
How old is he now? He should be almost six.
Yu Wenyue gently raised her hand to touch the child's head:
"Are you Lele?"
Jia Song came back to his senses from the shock and suddenly pushed You Wenyue away:
"Don't touch him!"
After saying that, he grabbed Lele's hand and walked quickly towards the stairs, going down them step by step.
Behind him, the sound of You Wenyue's mother crying could be heard, she cried and yelled:
"Wenyue, my Wenyue, you are finally back. My poor Wenyue, you have suffered so much—"
Jia Song was indifferent to the crying. He led the child downstairs and left the apartment building.
While walking on the road, Lele suddenly stopped moving.
Jia Song couldn't pull her away, so he stopped and looked back. He saw Lele's tears as big as beans falling down, and Lele was crying too.
Jia Song felt a pang in his heart and felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have said those words in front of the child. The child actually understood everything, and he should know what they were talking about.
He may have guessed that the woman standing at the door was his mother.
When adults make mistakes, the ones who are hurt the most are actually the children.
Jia Song suddenly felt sorry for this nephew who had never received maternal love.
He turned around, hugged his nephew's head, and pressed his nephew into his arms:
"Don't cry. A man shouldn't cry."
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