My Girl and Tenderness

"Ah, haven't you said it yet? This is classic husband style, I can't even recognize it."

Aunt Hong smiled and shook her head, and said to him who was puzzled -

"I mean you put Sister Zi's magic weapon there, let me take care of it, and I'll help you heal her."

"Auntie Hong..."

Qin Kong was moved. It turned out that his wife was the most reliable. Miss Haotian and Tian'er were just bad women who simply deceived children.

He handed the map of mountains and rivers to Aunt Hong, and then walked towards the master bedroom.

Gently pushing open the half-open door, only the orange desk lamp was on, the soft light slightly illuminated the dim room, giving a warm feeling.

Wow...

My mother's petite body leaned on the pillow, gently flipping through the book in her hand, exuding a scholarly air and a feeling of tranquility and leisure.

It seemed that she didn't notice him sneaking in, so Qin Kong carefully reminded her -

"Mom? I, I'm coming in?"

He was afraid that his voice would be too loud and offend his own mother. Children who have made mistakes are always unable to stand up and are embarrassed in front of their mothers.

"Ah."

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at her son, who had only half of his body come in. He is so tall now, but his movements are still the same as when he was a child. It is so funny.

Mom chuckled, lifted her quilt, patted her side gently, and said--

"Come here, it's so late, it's time to go to bed."

"..." It's only ten o'clock now. For adults, this time is too early to go to bed, right? Especially for young people today, staying up late is a habit.

It seems that his mother's view of him is still stuck in his childhood, going to bed at 9:30 and getting up at 6 o'clock, that was when he was in elementary school.

Qin Kong was thinking about endless things and walked in slowly.

Click.

The door closed gently, shutting out the noisy chatter outside. Suddenly, only the mother and son were left in the room, with only the sounds of their movements.

Qi

Is the soundproofing today particularly good?

Qin Kong glanced at the wall in confusion, as if this room was completely isolated from the outside world, and they could no longer communicate with each other.

"Come here, come to mom."③

His mother called him, and he climbed onto the bed obediently and got into his mother's bed. A light and elegant fragrance filled the air, which should be the smell of shampoo and shower gel, the smell of his mother.

It has been with him throughout his growth and is very familiar to him.

Snuggling in the quilt, it was already somewhat warm, with each other's body temperature warming the quilt.

"Mother."

He looked at her face and called out softly, almost blurting out in this atmosphere -

"I was wrong."

There was nothing shameful about admitting his mistakes to his mother in private. His mother had always been so considerate of him and didn't like to lecture him in front of outsiders.

She couldn't help but chuckle when she heard her son's well-behaved voice, and flipped through the book. Qin Kong saw that it was a storybook with cartoon illustrations, and his expression froze.

Mom tugged at his clothes and said:

"Come closer, lean on mommy."

"Forehead……"

Qin Kong had no choice but to do as he was told. He moved closer hesitantly, pressed against his mother's body, feeling that familiar person and her soft hair.

"Okay, very good."

Mom pulled the desk lamp to the other side to make the contents of the book clearer, then cleared her throat and said -

"So mom started it, huh? A long, long time ago..."

The mother and son snuggled together, looking at the picture book and telling stories. Although they were obviously very childish things, Qin Kong was fascinated by them.

Perhaps it’s because I’m with my mother, being nurtured by her warmth and care, which brings back memories of an attachment from long, long ago.

Wow...

The story book turned a page, and in the middle of the story, the mother lowered her eyes slightly and said to him:

"I still remember when you were little, you always cried for your mom. Even if your dad was with you, it was no use. The whole building was woken up by your crying. The neighbors took turns to hold you and comfort you, but it didn't work."

"Well……"

Qin Kong couldn't help but blush. Hearing about his own childhood embarrassment, it was really hard for him to remain calm. He said stubbornly -

"How could I? Mom, you're exaggerating. I may have cried, because I was just a kid. But it's impossible for me to wake up the whole building. This is slander!"

He puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction. These adults were the worst. They were always talking about what he did as a child, and when he couldn't remember clearly, they would exaggerate.

What? The aunts take turns holding him. If that's the case, how can he go back and face people?

Ashamed.

"Cuckoo..."

Mom covered her mouth gently, then tapped his forehead and smiled.

"When you go back sometime, you'll know if what I said is true. You can ask any aunt, as long as you're not afraid of provoking their ridicule."

"..." Qin Kong thought about the aunts over there for a moment, and couldn't help but shudder, with cold sweat on his forehead. Although he couldn't say that he blamed the aunts, little Qin Kong had been dominated by them before.

With a bit of awe.

"Never mind. Anyway, I know that I didn't...ah, I almost forgot about it, mom, those girls' things...how come you..."

Why don’t you ask her for her fault? She has been telling him stories and pampering him like a child. He is obviously an adult, but he is not recognized by his mother.

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, his mother was afraid that he would still be able to open his mouth even if the world was coming to an end. His stubborn character was the same as before.

Once he has made up his mind about something and thinks it is right, he will never let it go.

"Oh, you wonder why I didn't scold you, right? I don't know you yet. Even if I said it, so what? Would you let your mother down because of what she said? Your mother is not as important as your wife."

The mother was quite sarcastic, and her tone was full of jealousy. As expected, she still didn't want another woman to snatch her son away. It seemed that she couldn't get rid of this evil mother-in-law mentality.

Touching his head and looking at his embarrassed face, the mother puffed up her cheeks.

314. Sweet Talk to Mom

Listening to his mother's complaints and dissatisfaction, the jealousy in her tone was quite obvious, which made Qin Kong, as a son, feel overwhelmed.

I always feel that the battle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is inevitable in the future, and the girls in the family are so tolerant of their mother that they are afraid they will be severely bullied.

What now?

Of course Qin Kong had a way. Having been with Mulan, a troublemaker, he had already mastered the sweet-talking skills of a scumbag.

Speak the truth to different people, as long as you make the other person happy.

But isn’t my situation a little too serious? Not only do I have to sweet-talk my wife, but I also have to do the same to my good brother and mother.

It’s really not easy for me. This house is maintained thanks to me.

The sweet-talking scumbag is still trying to take credit.

He came up to his mother with a grin, rubbed her face, and said:

"Mom, what are you talking about? How does the song go? There is only one good mom in the world. How can you compare mom with your wife? Isn't this degrading your status?"

"You are the high and mighty judge, watching the performances of the daughters-in-law and then leisurely scoring them, praising them if they are satisfactory and criticizing them if they are not. Who dares not to respect you?"

Please ask this referee to return to the referee's seat and recognize his position as a family mother, which is the highest honor.

The mother giggled when he rubbed her. She was so petite and so muscular that if you didn't look carefully, you would think she was the daughter.

"You little rascal, you want to get away with it, right? Huh?"

Mom tapped his forehead and said unhappily -

"I asked you to say which is more important, your mother or your wife, but you just evaded the question, switched concepts, and refused to compare. You are such a heartless little thing. I have raised you for so long and told you stories, but you still can't say that your mother is the best."

"Didn't I say that my mother is the best person in the world? Isn't that enough?"

"That's not enough. You need to say it more. You need to say it every day. And you need to say it to your wife."

"Ah this..."

Qin Kong was sweating profusely as he looked at his smiling mother. He didn't expect that she was so jealous. He felt a headache but also a little touched that his mother liked him so much.

She looked at her son's embarrassment, sized him up with gentle eyes, stroked his face with her hand, and said with emotion -

"In the blink of an eye, you have grown up so much, and I haven't been able to take a good look at you. You have even found a wife. I owe you too much. I am always away from home and can't accompany you properly. When you were very young, you cried for your mother, but I couldn't come back. I always thought about the next time, the next time must be..."

"But you grew up so fast, so sensible, and you knew we were busy, so you never cried again. You slept alone, cooked noodles alone, and went to school alone. Looking at you, I felt very sorry that I didn't have time to give you those things."

"There will always be a chance, I kept thinking, using the excuse that a child will always be a mother's child, there will always be a chance in the future. Then you fell into the water and almost lost your life. How did I feel at that time..."

All those past scenes suddenly came to my mind. Those helpless debts could never be made up. I hadn’t taken a good look at him twice, listened to him a little more, or hugged him a little more…

"Mother?"

Qin Kong was a little at a loss, as his mother trembled and rushed into his arms, and the guilt in his heart was passed on to him. He never thought that his mother actually had so many things accumulated in her heart that she wanted to tell him.

Suddenly I understood why I had to coax him to sleep and tell him stories.

I’m afraid there will never be another chance.

He has grown up and got married. He no longer needs his mother to coax him to sleep, nor does he need those childish storybooks.

Those debts can never be made up.

She stroked his back, sighed softly, and said--

"Mom can't hold you anymore. I see your wives are all older than you, with great figures, big breasts and big butts..."

"Cough cough..."

Qin Kong coughed awkwardly twice, but still tried to explain himself quietly -

"Xiao Qian doesn't have big breasts or a big butt, does she?"

"Don't interrupt."

The mother tapped his head gently and pouted unhappily. This kid must be trying to interrupt to ease the atmosphere. He is really smart.

"They are all plump and mature girls. I can't help but think that you want to get the motherly love that you didn't get when you were a child from them."

"When you were little, you didn't have much, but when you grow up, you become crazy about making up for it. This is all my fault. If only I could give you a little more love and spend more time with you."

"But now, there is no chance anymore. Tonight will be the last time."

This is the last time she will be with her child, and from now on she will hand him over to her daughters-in-law. That is an area she cannot cross. As a biological mother, she can no longer get close to the family he and they have formed.

So why are there so many battles between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law? This is probably a kind of unwillingness of "it was obviously me first", but in the end I still have to give in to others, and only others can accompany my son to the end.

Such helplessness, such resentment.

I'll accompany him one last time, and then hand over the baton to my daughters-in-law, and it's time for me to let go.

Mom closed her eyes slightly.

Slowly let go of his hand...

Snapped.

Qin Kong suddenly grabbed the delicate hand and said with a strange look on his face -

"Mom, what are you talking about? What do you mean by the last time? I don't understand."

"Hey?"

The mother's somewhat sad mood froze, she opened her eyes again, looked at his puzzled expression, and explained helplessly -

"Tonight is the last time that mom will sleep with you. From now on, this task will be handed over to Xiaohong and the others. Let them coax my baby son, and I will sit on the referee's bench, just as you said."

"Ah? That's not what I meant."