At night, when he returns to the Fu family's house, if he is lucky, Zhao Qingyun can catch up with them for dinner and have a meal with them as well.
If he was unlucky, the family would have already finished dinner and Zhao Qingyun could barely drink the water used to wash the pot.
The days of being ignored reminded Zhao Qingyun of Qian Chunhua's kindness, and he wandered around Qian Chunhua's house several times without meeting her.
One day after school, Zhao Qingyun couldn't help but knock on the door of the East Courtyard.
Qingsong opened the gate and was surprised to see Qingyun outside.
However, Qingsong knew how good his mother had been to Qingyun, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he had to let Zhao Qingyun into the house.
Zhao Qingyun looked at Zhao Qingsong, who was wearing a clean coat. He saw that his face had gained some flesh and looked much cleaner. He was no longer as skinny as before.
The scars on her face were no longer there, but the shadow of her second aunt could still be vaguely seen in her features.
A flash of jealousy flashed through Zhao Qingyun's heart. These things once belonged to him.
Qian Chunhua saw Qingsong opened the door but there was no movement for a long time, so he went out to check curiously and saw Zhao Qingyun walking into the house.
Qian Chunhua's face darkened. He didn't want to provoke the eldest wife's family, nor did he want to argue with them.
Qian Chunhua is not the original person, and she no longer has the same mother-son relationship with Zhao Qingyun as before.
Her feelings towards Zhao Qingyun were only disgust for Zhao Qingyun who knew the truth but concealed it, and was an accomplice to the evil.
"What are you doing here?" Qian Chunhua's tone was not good.
Zhao Qingyun froze in place. He was confused by his second aunt's attitude.
Now that he is here, he has to give it a try.
Zhao Qingyun's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at Qian Chunhua with regret and shouted, "Mom, I miss you."
If the original self were here, he would probably be soft-hearted.
After all, Zhao Qingyun was the child she had loved with all her heart for the past eight years. Just saying "I miss you" could offset all the unpleasantness she had experienced.
Qingyun’s shouting made Qingsong uncomfortable, and he looked at Qian Chunhua nervously.
Qian Chunhua frowned in disgust, "Don't shout nonsense, I'm not your mother, I'm Qingsong's mother."
After hearing Qian Chunhua's words, Zhao Qingyun froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. He knew that his second aunt's feelings for him were no longer the same as before, but he never thought she would be so heartless.
Only Qingsong felt slightly relieved after listening to his mother's words.
Zhao Qingyun burst into tears, "Mom, I was wrong. I shouldn't have left you. I shouldn't have listened to my uncle and aunt. I shouldn't have abandoned you."
Qian Chunhua took a step back and stayed away from Zhao Qingyun. With the child crying like that, she was really afraid that the eldest wife's family would rely on her.
"Don't cry, it's not you who abandoned us. It's you who are not my child at all, and it's me who doesn't want you." Qian Chunhua's heart was hard.
"No, mother, no, mother. You are still angry with me, right? Mother, I was wrong. You once said that I am the apple of your eye and you can't live without me." Zhao Qingyun cried and told others how good his original self had been to him.
Qian Chunhua shook his head helplessly, "My sweetheart is my son, Qingsong. Zhao Qingyun, don't make a mistake. You are not my son, so how can you say you are my sweetheart?"
Zhao Qingyun's crying voice went over the courtyard wall and reached the next door.
Li Cuihong pricked up her ears, listened carefully for a while, and nudged Zhao Yongqiang beside her, "Listen, it seems to be Qingyun crying?"
Zhao Yongqiang turned over and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why is Qingyun crying?"
Li Cuihong: "That's right, the child should be out of school, why hasn't he come yet?"
After saying this, Li Cuihong lay back down in bed.
The weather is too cold, and it’s only warm inside the quilt.
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