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Song Qingcheng's brows wrinkled when he heard the voice.

"Mom, please take these dishes out first, and I'll make another soup."

"Well, we'll wait for you to eat together." Song's mother just went out.

Song Qingcheng cut two tomatoes, beat the remaining two eggs, and spent a few minutes cooking a pot of soup.

"What's a good day today? The food is more abundant than the Spring Festival. " When song Qingcheng came out with the soup, he heard his father say this.

"These are all vegetables that Qingcheng bought from the outside. They are said to be tonic for everyone." Song said.

"It's a little bit like a daughter." Song's father glanced at Song Qingcheng, took a mouthful of wine with a bottle, and then continued: "don't leave here for another year and a half. People don't know, they thought you ran away with men!"

"Old song, is that like a father saying something about his daughter?" Song's mother couldn't listen to such words.

"What's wrong with my son?" Old lady song immediately spoke for her son, "I tell you, if song Qingcheng dares to run away with a man, the family will break up for me!"

"Mom, try this sea crab. I heard that the meat is very tender. It's just on the market. The meat is quite fat." Song Qingcheng took the words as air, took a crab foot from the plate, peeled out the meat and handed it to his mother in the bowl.

"You eat it yourself. I'll send some to your sister. " Song's mother said that she was about to get up.

"No, I've already sent it to my sister." Because my sister's legs are not good, so I don't want to eat out, and it's inconvenient.

"I said that there was a little crab shell left here. It turned out that it had been hidden for a long time." Old lady song used chopsticks to poke in the plate dissatisfied. The plate containing crabs was not big. When she poked it like this, the feet of crabs fell from the plate on the table and fell everywhere.

Song Qingcheng couldn't bear it. She put down her chopsticks heavily and said with a cold face, "I'll give it to my sister. What's hiding?"

"She's half dead. Can she eat these seafood? I don't think she wants to live Old lady song is vicious.

Song Qingcheng's hands were clenched and his teeth were tight. Song's mother sat beside her and knew that old lady song's words hit her daughter's heart. In fact, it was her own heart.

But after all these years, I can bear it if I can. Song's mother secretly pushed song Qingcheng, indicating that she should not be angry.

Song Qingcheng knew that if she was angry here today, her mother's life would be more difficult, so she had to bear it.

With a deep breath, song Qingcheng said calmly, "grandma, you have lived so long, do you think why your next generation live so badly?"

"That's your bad luck." Song old lady rightfully said the reason.

Song Qingcheng said with a bitter smile, "if you had accumulated some virtue in your mouth, I don't think our family would be in such a predicament today."

"You What did you say? " The old lady jumped up from the stool, her wrinkled face was innocent. Except for anger, there was never a trace of the old man's kindness or kindness.

Song's mother quickly stood up and said, "Mom, if you are a child, don't worry about her. You can eat a piece of braised pork. It's cooked. You can eat it just right."

Having said that, song's mother put two pieces of braised meat in the bowl for old lady song.

Old lady song reluctantly calmed down and sat back on her stool.

A meal is not happy. Old lady song loves her son and makes her father's bowl look like a hill. Like the hungry ghost, song's father didn't say a word about a meal. He watched TV, drank wine and wolfed down.

At the end of the meal, seeing that there was not much food on the plate, Mrs. song took up the leftover food and said that she would save it for the evening.

Song Qingcheng was angry and didn't eat much. Instead, her mother went to see her sister for a while and tried to please old lady song. She felt sorry for song Qingcheng for bringing her food, but she didn't eat a few mouthfuls.

Finally, I just had some rice and soup.

……

Song Qingcheng helped her mother to clean up the housework at home. It was almost dark when she left. It was her mother who took her to the station and watched her get on the bus.

Song Qingcheng is sitting on the bus, looking at his mother's back when she leaves. His tears are rolling in his eyes.

Although it's not the first time that I know that my mother has suffered so many grievances at home, I used to be a little girl and couldn't help her share. Now that I've grown up, I can also help her share. However, I still can't improve the day-to-day living conditions and share the worries for my mother.

She'll feel useless and disheartened.

After leaving home, song Qingcheng didn't go back to Ji's house directly. Because she was very heavy, she didn't want to bring this emotion back to Ji's house, so she found a place with few people to sit for a while.

Soon, it was dark, and the whole city was decorated with colorful neon lights, showing the prosperity of the city everywhere.

Looking at the passers-by in the street, there are three happy families, romantic couples and white haired couples. Everyone's face is filled with a brilliant smile, which makes people envious.She also tried to raise her lips to drive away the depression and depression that enveloped her heart.

She always remembers the words that her mother said to herself since she was a child. People who love to laugh will not have too bad luck, and girls who love to laugh will not have too sad fate.

When I think about it in this way, I feel a little better.

At this time, the mobile phone in the bag suddenly rings. She took out her cell phone and looked at the caller. She was surprised.

Although there is no number to save jizhengting, this series of numbers has already been printed in my mind.

"Hello." Song Qingcheng picked up the phone, the voice inexplicably became low.

"Still at home?" The man's steady voice came.

"It's out."

"Where is it?"

Song Qingcheng looked at his position, back to him, "e lake."

Ji Zhengting frowned, "what do you do?"

"Nothing. Just walk around."

"Not cold?"

"A little bit." When he asked, song Qingcheng felt a little cold and shrunk.

“……” It's still blowing cold air!

When song Qingcheng saw that there was no voice, he asked, "what's the matter?"

The implication is that if it's OK, he can't call her?

"Wait!" Ji Zhengting threw her two words and hung up.

Song Qingcheng facing the mobile phone, a little confused, even did not hear his last two words, only heard the tone is very bad.

She didn't offend him. Why call her to get angry?