Chapter 43

The next morning, song Xijiao, who was still cleaning her room, heard her brother's panting cry outside the yard: "you come out, I'll bring it to you."

Zhongchun, who is cutting firewood in the yard, stops his work and opens the door to song Yuanhan.

When song Xijiao came out, song Yuanhan pulled a cart and threw it rudely into the yard. He clapped his hands and said impatiently, "you get people in. I have to return the car to others!"

Song Xijiao came forward and saw an old man lying on the cart. The old man was unkempt and pale. He was groaning with his eyes closed.

God! Song Xijiao shook her head in disbelief, and suddenly a burst of anger surged up in her heart. She shook her head and cursed song Yuanhan, who was in a hurry to leave: "you are really a wolf in a dog's heart, and you can abuse your own mother like this!"

Song Yuanhan is used to being a rascal. He laughs at his younger sister and says, "yes, I am a wolf in the heart and a dog in the lung. You say I can't raise a good mother. Didn't I send it to you? You can make her fat in the future

Song Xijiao was speechless for a moment. It was a waste of time to reason with such a person.

Both husband and wife didn't expect that the shrew would send the old man so early, so they didn't have time to clean up the sundry room.

"Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to go home for breakfast." Impatient song Yuanhan began to urge.

As soon as song Xijiao was in a hurry, she wanted to take her mother into her room. But Miss Song San, who has always been pampered, has no such strength.

"I will." Zhong Chun stepped forward and reached out to hold the sick old man.

"This, this is not good!" Before seeing the mother of the original owner, song Xijiao did not have the confidence to get along with the old man harmoniously in her heart. However, seeing such an old man dying of illness, she felt a lot of pity and affection.

"What's wrong with that? Your mother is my elder." With that, Zhongchun has already held the old man and quickly walks into song Xijiao's room.

Looking at Zhong Chun's generous and tall figure, song Xijiao's heart suddenly rises a sense of peace of mind.

Standing on one side, song Yuanhan finally got rid of his mother's burden, and quickly pushed the cart and ran away.

The old man is placed on the bed. Zhongchun turns out and goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He knew that song Yuanhan was not so filial. He gave the old man early food and then brought it.

Song Xijiao stands in front of the bed, in the heart has an indescribable sadness. Everyone has an old day. Song Yuanhan is so cruel that he makes his own mother like this. Since I am living in the original host, take her as my mother!

Just thinking, the old man on the bed opened his eyes and said weakly, "water, I want water..."

Song Xijiao quickly poured a bowl of water, holding her mother's head, slowly fed water to the old man.

Song's mother drank water, just had a little spirit, she looked up at her daughter, eyes shed tears: "Xijiao, your brother sent me to you here, I'm afraid it will involve you."

Now the third miss of the Song family is not song Xijiao, who was ignorant and waiting to eat and drink before. She took her mother's hand and comforted her and said, "it's OK, mother. As long as I have a bite to eat, I won't be hungry for you."

Song's mother closed her eyes and did not speak.

In the evening, the sundry room has been cleaned up. Zhong Chun is beating in the yard and is making a comfortable wooden bed for song's mother.

Song Xijiao in the room is fetching a large bucket of water to give her mother a bath.

Just want to untie the mother's belt, heard the mother repeatedly cry pain voice. Song Xijiao carefully untied her mother's clothes and took a look. Her eyes were filled with anger. The old man's body was covered with bruises, large and small, blue and purple.

"This damn thing!" She scolded in the heart, action more carefully, for fear of hurting her mother.

Song's mother took her daughter's hand and wept: "Xijiao, I thought my old life was going to die in your brother's and sister-in-law's hands. When I am strong, I can help them wash and cook. When they are not satisfied, they scold me.

A few days ago, I was ill and couldn't do anything. They not only didn't show me the doctor, but also punched and kicked me. I'm afraid I'll drag them down. "

Song Xijiao hugs her mother and gently comforts her. She has cursed the couple a hundred times in her heart.

After taking a bath for his mother, the old man finally had a little spirit and leaned on the bed to keep his eyes closed.

Chestnut stood timidly at the door, looking at the strange old man, afraid to enter the door. Song Xijiao washed her mother's clothes in the yard and was drying them.

When she saw the chestnut carefully, she could not help but go over, took his hand and asked, "what's the matter? Chestnut, why don't you go in and see grandma?"

Chestnut slowly shook his head. Song Xijiao remembered that the original owner who did not like chestnuts would take chestnuts to see her mother?

She pulled the chestnut circle's small hand and said with a smile, "will your mother take you to meet grandma?"

As soon as chestnut heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded his head."Grandma, grandma..." Chestnut stood in front of the bed and gave a low cry. Song's mother slowly opened her eyes and saw a lovely white doll looking at her timidly.

In his son's home, the grandson always yelled at himself, let alone called himself a grandmother.

Song's mother nodded excitedly and waved to chestnut: "you are chestnut, how can you look so good?"

Seeing song's mother's amiable appearance, chestnut cleverly leaned against the bed and asked, "grandmother, do you want water? I'll pour you water

Song's mother coughed gently, but her heart was sweet. She took the chestnut's hand and touched it again and again.

Looking at the interaction between an old and a small one, song Xijiao is warm. Although the yard is still a little crude, there are lovely little chestnuts and a kind old mother, and there is also a warm and reliable Zhong Chun. Thinking of this, her heart is sweet and she has a feeling that she doesn't want to leave.

In the courtyard, Zhong Chun has already made a wooden bed and is polishing the rough corners on it. Song Xijiao comes out of the room and sits on a stone bench, watching his powerful arms swing up and down, but he is a little distracted.

"What's the matter?" He didn't stop and asked.

"What do you say?" Song Xijiao woke up from her meditation and asked for no reason.

Zhongchun laughingly looked at her silly head like a goose: "have something on your mind?"

Song Xijiao sighed and said, "my mother is ill. I need a lot of money to see a doctor. Yesterday, my brother asked me to take some money. We didn't have any money in our hands. And I also want to expand our paper-making scale. Only in this way can we greatly increase the output of bamboo paper. "

Zhong Chun listens quietly, does not speak, enters his own room. After a while, he came out to throw a small cloth bag to song Xijiao.

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