As soon as Bi Yue pushed the door open, she saw the room was full of stools and chairs placed all over the floor, with bed sheets, quilt covers, sweaters and trousers hung on the floor to dry.
The room smelled of soap.
He poked the stove to make the fire burn more vigorously, put an iron kettle on it to boil water, and turned the quilt over to continue drying. Just as he took off his socks, the door was pulled open and a gust of cold wind rushed into the room.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Yafang said as if it was a matter of course: "What's the matter? I'll sleep with you."
Bi Yue was speechless: "Mom, no need, I'm used to sleeping alone, I don't need you to accompany me, go back to the room and wait for my dad at the door, he won't be home until the middle of the night, right?"
"Why not? Let's just chat for a while in the dark. I guess your father will be back soon."
Bi Yue was telling the truth. She wasn't used to it. What was she talking about? And why was she groping in the dark? The key point was that she didn't like what her mother said:
"Mom, why don't you go back to your room and wait, okay?"
Liu Yafang had already started to spread the quilt, and without turning her head, she said:
"What? Aren't you scared?
Dacheng said you have nightmares every night, why are you pretending to me?
Now that we're home, I'll be watching over you. You can sleep in as much as you want, and you won't have to get any injections or anything."
It seems that he can't be driven away. Bi Yue turned her head and looked at the quilt:
"We won't share the same quilt, will we? Mom, if you must stay in this room, bring your quilt over."
This time Liu Yafang finally understood and felt a little uncomfortable.
What does she want? She doesn't even respond when it's delivered to her door.
Isn't it because I'm afraid that my daughter will come back from the hospital and be left alone all of a sudden. She'll already be scared, and then she'll have a nightmare while she's sleeping?
Look at her, she's so disgusting.
Liu Yafang didn't hide her discomfort and pointed at Bi Yue's nose and cursed:
"What if someone is willing to accompany you?
Wait until tomorrow, when you get married, and you'll know who's willing to take you down. It'll be your own mother.
The way a mother-in-law treats her daughter-in-law is not good enough, it's all about appearances.
Just look at your grandma and you will know. You treat her as the closest to you.
The real one is your mother, me. I wash your clothes, cook for you, and take care of your children. I work tirelessly without complaint. And you still despise someone?!
Bi Yue rolled her eyes helplessly at the ceiling.
That's it, her mother started nagging about the same old things again.
Why does she always say bad things about her grandmother? This contradicts my memory, okay? Besides, how would she know what was going on?
And every three sentences she said were about her getting married. When would that be?
She is a virgin, but she hasn't thought about getting married yet, okay?
This time it's even more ridiculous. The child has even come out to chat, and you still say that she doesn't want to chat with her mother!
Liu Yafang looked at her daughter and said,
"I know, I know. Go get my quilt. Look at how miserable you look without a quilt."
I left the house still shaking my head in my heart:
Danier, you don’t know what is good and what is bad. You don’t know how to appreciate the blessings you have.
When does anyone have this blessing?
She didn't have the help of her own mother. Look at how difficult her life was back then.
She quarreled with her child's father and cried in anger, but she didn't dare to make a big fuss. Isn't it because she didn't have her mother's home to go back to and she felt insecure?
How can it be the same whether you have a mother or not?
Bi Yue was sitting in bed wrapped in the quilt. She picked up some facial oil with her index finger and applied it to her face with a small mirror.
Liu Yafang held the quilt and kicked the door open. She cried out "Oh my God!" when she entered. Bi Yue sighed and looked over, then turned back to the small mirror and continued to wipe:
"What's going on?"
Throwing the quilt onto the bed, Liu Yafang slapped the top of her head twice:
"What's the matter? If you hadn't been so naughty, would I have sprained my back? Fortunately, I have strong bones. As for that yard, you should ask your father to mop it up tomorrow. It's snowing outside again, and the ground is very slippery."
Bi Yue glanced at her mother and said nothing.
Liu Yafang was heartbroken. What kind of girl was this? She didn't even react when she heard she almost fell?
Liu Yafang muttered as she spread out her bedding:
"You said you had so much to do in just this one year!
She didn't care about this or that before, but now she feels uncomfortable sleeping in the same bed with me.
Back then, the whole family laid out the same kang, with quilts touching each other. I see you're pretty stiff, but you're still not sleepy."
Bi Yue continued to remain silent.
What could she say? She had never experienced being in bed with someone else.
…
It's really dark now, and Liu Yafang doesn't even allow us to light a lamp.
I asked Bi Yue if she had finished taking the anti-inflammatory medicine. Bi Yue nodded.
I asked Bi Yue again what was wrong with her wanting to read a book. Bi Yue shook her head.
Then turn off the lights; lighting them is too expensive.
Liu Yafang lay there and sighed. Bi Yue turned over and gave her mother her back.
"My dear, let's discuss this..."
"Mom, please stop speculating. Everything you're speculating is wrong."
Liu Yafang glared at Bi Yue in the firelight, "I haven't even started talking yet, and you're already saying this. Do you know what I'm going to say?"
Bi Yue thought to herself: Nothing you say is right.
"You kid?" Well, her daughter ignored her again.
Unable to sleep, she had something on her mind. She had to wait until the child's father came home before she could feel at ease. Liu Yafang sat up wrapped in the quilt.
"Hey, Mom, what are you doing?" Bi Yue was anxious. Her mother suddenly grabbed her feet. Isn't it scary?
Liu Yafang sighed and said worriedly:
"I knew your feet would get cold again.
Oh, what can I do? Women, you can't have cold feet. You have to get married and have children in the future. I don't know if you can get better after you give birth.
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