Jiang Fuyue frowned.
Han Yunru frowned and couldn't see her face clearly.
However, the mother and daughter had an unexpected tacit understanding and did not make a word response. Quan should not have heard it.
Ignoring makes the old lady more angry than arguing.
She still wanted to continue, but Jiang Fuyue went straight upstairs and left her a cold figure. Han Yunru entered the kitchen and didn't come out for a long time.
The old lady was facing the empty living room alone and suddenly had no place to vent her irritability.
At this time, Jiangda came in from the balcony with a pot of green plants in his hand and was ready to put it in the upstairs bedroom.
He thinks his daughter-in-law should like it.
"Boss, stop."
"Mom? What's the matter?" Jiangda stopped in place.
"What's in your hand?"
"Rich and valuable bamboo." he just pruned it, which took the boss's effort.
"It's pretty good. Take me to my room."
Jiang Da: "
"Why, you can't bear it?" the old lady's face turned black again. "What valuable things can't be given by her mother?"
"No, not..." Jiangda responded and shook his head. "Mom, you misunderstood. I didn't mean that."
"Misunderstanding? Your reluctance is all written on your face. Can I read it wrong?! you are really a little worse than young and old."
Young and old refers to Jiang Teng.
"When I was at his house, everything delicious, easy to wear and easy to use was close to me. But what about you? I couldn't give you a pot of bamboo. What's the use of my hard work to support you?"
Although he knew that his mother had been partial to the third child since childhood, Jiangda had long been used to it, but Leng Buding mentioned that he was stabbed.
"Mom," Jiangda said, "this kind of bamboo needs pruning and care. It's very troublesome. I'm not afraid it's inconvenient for you to pick it up. I want to get a bigger fortune tree in your room another day."
It was rare for the old lady to see her eldest son so deep. Her dark eyes were filled with emotions she couldn't understand.
Those words made her old face hot and angry immediately.
Maybe I'm used to Jiangda's obedience. Leng Buding's such a bar not only makes me extremely uncomfortable, but also brings the uneasiness that something is about to get out of control.
Therefore, she chose a more ruthless way in an attempt to intimidate——
"Oh! There are many reasons! I want this basin, can't I?! I can't take care of it, so you can take care of it! Boss, don't you even have this patience with your mother?"
Jiangda clasped the basin edge with his hands, and his fingertips turned white.
After a while, under the arrogant gaze of the old lady: "... I'll send it to your room."
Mrs. Jiang smiled with satisfaction.
It's night. Everything is quiet.
Han Yunru washed away her fatigue, put on her clean pajamas and came out of the bathroom.
Jiangda, like a child who did something wrong, came forward with a hard head and dodged his eyes: "mom said she wanted that pot of rich bamboo, so..."
"HMM." Han Yunru answered calmly without letting him finish.
Jiang Da: "
Han Yunru: "it's late. Go to bed."
The feeling of panic came again. Jiang Da was determined to stay in place and was at a loss.
In that compartment, Han Yunru had turned off her bedside lamp, lay down, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
……
In the middle of the night, there was a loud noise downstairs.
Han Yunru suddenly woke up. She opened the quilt and rushed to the old lady's room.
Jiangda didn't know when to open his eyes. He followed him lightly
In the guest room, the old lady overturned a bedside table, the water cup on the cabinet hit the floor, and the glass waste was everywhere.
"Where are the people?" she pulled her throat and shouted.
Soon, the door opened from the outside, and Han Yunru came in: "Mom, what's the matter?"
"You know how to come?! why don't you sleep to death?!"
Han Yunru didn't speak.
"The quilt is so warm? No wonder my son is one with you, but alienates my mother! If I had known you were a coquettish, I shouldn't have been kind enough to save you!"
Under the light, the old man yelled. Han Yunru stood by the bed and listened quietly. Her eyes were cold and calm.
Seeing that she couldn't spill oil, the old lady was angry: "do you think I would believe it if you swallow your anger? In fact, you're very upset with me, an old woman? It's no use bothering you! Jiangda is my own son. Since you married him, you have to be filial to me all your life, bring me tea, water, shit and urine!"
Han Yunru frowned and frowned: "Mom, you don't have to say these words. I know them all."
"Oh, if you know, don't forget your duty! Don't you help me to the bathroom?!"
Since Chunni left, such a scene has happened many times at night.
The old lady couldn't help drinking water before going to bed and had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
If Han Yun can't arrive in time, she will be furious. First, she will drop the number of people with the most mean words, and then she wants you to serve her.
Disgusting means one set at a time.
But Han Yunru never complained. She didn't even mention it in front of Jiangda.
While the old lady was in the bathroom, Han Yunru had cleaned up the glass fragments on the ground.
The big ones are picked up by hand first, the small ones are swept with a broom, and finally wiped with a wet cloth to ensure that the debris is cleaned up.
And the old lady is already shouting——
"Come in and flush the toilet!"
Han Yun quickening his movements, suddenly: "Kwai..."
She frowned, but ignored her fingers cut by the glass and hurried to the bathroom.
Jiang Da stood outside the door and saw it clearly from beginning to end.
His whole portrait was struck by lightning and stood still.
My mind was full of Han Yun's thin figure, standing still and listening to the old lady's dirty words without saying a word; And squatting down, picking up broken glass one by one, the light hit her back, but there was no warmth
At that moment, Jiangda's heart seemed to be tightened by an invisible hand, sour and painful, almost suffocating.
The eyes could not help but turn red. Soon, a tear could not help falling on the floor.
Then, more and more
A big man hid in the corner and cried like a child.
He finally knew what was wrong.
His neglect connived at the old lady's malice, and his tolerance became the reason for her to advance an inch, which deeply wronged his daughter-in-law