The stepmother is dead.
The woman, who had been married to her father for a full decade, died early in the morning.
For her death, Yanran has been looking forward to it.
When she heard her father's low crying, she was sad and a little frightened.
"When she's dead, will she come to me?" Thinking of her big hollow eyes, which were so thin and deep, Yan Ran became uneasy.
For the first time in his life, he faced death. Yan Ran wanted to run away.
Passing by the bedroom door, I couldn't help but be curious. Yan Ran slowed down, restrained her heart from jumping out, and looked into the open door to take a look at the weak stepmother who was straight, motionless, and had almost no protrusions in the quilt.
Fear is swollen.
The cup of water and medicine that Yanran sent in last night was gone.
On weekdays, stepmothers are mostly gentle, and occasionally their temperament changes greatly. Yan Ran was only afraid of her turning over and screaming.
In this situation, Yanran is creepy and hairy.
Yan Ran looked at her father for help.
Father was on the phone: "Hey, funeral home?" My wife died of illness. ...... Uh, okay, okay. And then what? ......“
Father walked around wearily in the living room, his back emaciated and single.. Yan Ran's heart stung.
Self-made.
I think that when he divorced, he insisted on going his own way, and no amount of cattle could be pulled back. He was billed as having a new life, met love, and had no love with his mother.
The ten-year-old Yanran pleaded bitterly, still unable to shake her father's heart.
Ten years later, Yanran watched her father change from a handsome man to what he is now: gray and thinning hair, emaciated face, busy working every day.
The stepmother came to this house and has been taking medicine, taking medicine, taking medicine!
For her illness, her father traveled all day, either to the hospital or to work, and my father worked one more job for this.
Many late nights, my father sat alone in the living room, and the smoke was thick. In the ashtray, cigarette butts piled up like hills.
Now, he finally couldn't spoil the woman anymore.
Yan Ran thought a little negatively, will he remarry?
After the father finished calling, he looked at the pestle there, motionless Yanran, and said, "There are many things in the family these days." Or do you go to your mother first? Dad won't send you today. “
It's like getting a pardon. Yan Ran went back to the room, hurriedly put on her backpack, and went out.
The weather was unusually good. The sky is clear and the blue is like a wash. The air was exceptionally fresh, and the crisp chirping of the birds seemed to be singing with joy. The flowers opened their eyes for a new day.
Yanran wanted to make a phone call to her mother, but when she thought about it, she still wanted to tell her in person.
Each time, her father sent her to her mother, and she smiled and talked to her mother, who ignored her as always.
Mom wrapped her arms around her affectionately, pinched her face, pressed her forehead, and naturally, the two of them giggled together. The natural affection between mother and daughter is never pretentious.
Mom asked her how her schoolwork was, how was she doing, how was her good friend, and Yanran answered one by one, without restraint.
Once, Yanran took her mother's arm and walked far away. Looking down to see that her mother's shoelaces were loose, she naturally squatted down to tie her mother's shoes. When he got up, in the afterglow, his father still reluctantly stopped in the same place, his eyes were sluggish, and the content was far-reaching.
This was a world he could no longer blend into.
Yan Ran suddenly pitied him a little.
Now that her stepmother is dead, she should be sad too.
On weekdays, her stepmother did not eat and wear less than her, nor did she abuse her.
She wrote her homework, and her stepmother brought a glass of water. Gently patted Yanran's head, and then stood silently to the side for a long time.
Yanran did not dodge and let her touch herself, but her heart resisted.
The stepmother's gaze made her uncomfortable, and her heart was hairy.
What kind of water is there, and what it looks like when you put the cup away.
Sometimes, she would stare at the cup for a while.
The stepmother took care of her life in every way, and she was reasonable, and Yanran should also change her mouth. The father also hinted many times, and the words outside the words were full of meaning that Yanran would change her mouth.
Originally, I wanted to change my mouth, but when my father said it, he faded his heart. Or maintain a familiar stranger relationship.
The word mom will never belong to her. She has a mother, and she was brought up by her mother. Although moms don't raise children.
When I was a child, friends and neighbors teased my mother: "Look at you, raise your daughter and husband so thin, but you yourself, fat and fat." You're not credited. ”
There is no merit and there is hard work, Yanran said in her heart.
Seeing the bear child on the street making a fuss, and then looking at the mother, it was hugging and hugging, sweating profusely, eighteen martial arts were on it, and it was still impossible to clean up. YanRan couldn't help but think that she had made trouble like this, right?
Whenever she saw this, she was in her heart, loving her mother a little more.
My mother also blamed herself many times. However, she would still cook a pot of ribs and forget to add water, and when the dish was burning on the fire, she went to mop the floor again. With the stove on fire, she also went out to buy things. There was even a time when I boiled medicine, put it in a medicine jar at night, and the next morning, when I went to the kitchen to cook, I found out. The water had dried up and the bottom of the tank was charred.
It is a miracle that such a bad mother can raise her until she is ten years old, and she is still healthy and safe.
Mother is the "little white" in life, Yanran is afraid that her mother will be careless and buried in the sea of fire.
Good thing, Mom's lodging. Away from the kitchen.
In the past ten years, my mother has continuously achieved academic achievements, and her position in the hospital has also risen.
Mom should be a career woman. She is Yanran's idol and pride.
Mom's misfortune should be to meet someone like Dad.
She could not raise her father's stomach like her stepmother and thus get his heart. Father is too particular about eating. Never eat out except for the necessary socializing.
Ten years ago, she chose to live with her father.
Others were still spoiling, and when they were favored, Yanran gradually became silent. In silence, mature early.
I vaguely remember that in the middle of the night, my mother came to her room and turned off the lights. Tuck the quilt, brush her hair, look at her for a while, the movements are gentle, only to disturb her.
Her mother casually asked her who she would prefer to live with if her parents were separated.
Yan Ran had already thought about this problem.
She needs her mother in her heart, but she wants to talk to her father.
Mom is always a mom, and the sense of security she gets from her mom is enough to resist the invasion of the whole outside world.
Not necessarily the father. She's going to keep watch over him. She needs to fight for her rights, she needs her father's care.
Soon, Mom moved out of the house.
Father was not idle. The stepmother soon came to the door.
If it wasn't for her father taking her home, seeing such a woman on the road, Yanran would definitely call her sister. A childish face, thin and picky, neither charming nor hot-eyed. Wearing a pink dress is a good fit. The smell of incense powder on her body made Yanran, who met for the first time, sneeze several times in a row.
The stepmother is petite and delicate, and is the little girl's snort. Yan Ran heard goosebumps fall all over the ground. She had seen this kind of taunt on TV, and couldn't figure out why men could be fascinated by it, soft and exaggerated.
Yanran also looked down on her father a little because of this.
Stepmother is very good at cooking. At the dinner table, father was like an old-fashioned old-fashioned old man, sitting upright, speechless, not moving, enjoying.
At that moment, Yanran felt the majesty of her husband's power. Women have only the right to obey and be chosen, and so is the mother, and so is the stepmother.
Yan ran not.
She was a child with an idea. She thought that in her future, she would have to dominate herself and find her husband, and she would never look for her father's version.
If the father had another child with this woman, the father would abandon her.
As a result, no. Thankfully, no.
Once, she saw her stepmother vomiting, thinking she was pregnant, and worried for several days.
Until she died, no children were born.
This is a great blessing. There will be no one who will take away his father's love.
Yanran arrived at the door of her mother's dormitory, deliberately calmed her mood, and pushed open the hidden door. Mom was reading intently as ever.
Yanran couldn't suppress her excitement and suddenly put her arms around her mother. Eagerly spoke, "She's dead." This morning, she died. Dad was dealing with the aftermath and asked me to come here. ”
Mom, take off your glasses and close the book. Mo zipped her arm and said, "No, she is still young, even if she is sick, it will not be." “
Yanran was a little impatient: "Mom, you don't care about her." You should be happy. In the beginning, if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have been separated from Your Father. ”
"Mom and Dad are separated, not entirely because of her."
"I don't like her anyway"
"You're twenty years old, and you should understand some of the words."
"Mom, what are you trying to say?"
Mom pondered for a moment, as if thinking about how to speak.
"Your dad is a good man. It's just that we have different views on marriage and the future. In life, my mother is a rough and leafy person, and she is used to being bland. The concept of marriage is equality and mutual giving. Blindly asking, not me, blindly giving, mother can not do.
For careers, moms have their own goals. Your dad, don't like mom too strong. He didn't want me to work overtime, didn't like me on business trips, and interfered with my further studies. He didn't want me to have a sharp edge. As long as I stay at home every day and take care of his life. Living with him, Mom was tired, not herself, uncomfortable, not easy. What your father needs is a little woman who can be completely attached to him, who obeys his orders, and at the same time, who worships him. Apparently, Mom wasn't. Your stepmother is the right person for him. “
"If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have divorced."
"Without her, there would have been other women. The contradiction between your father and me cannot be coordinated, there is no way to solve it, and only divorce is the way out. Mom is relieved now. ”
Mom rubbed Yanran's arm and continued:
"Fortunately, you are my pride. You follow your dad and you'll be able to take more care of your life and be independent faster. You've always made your own decisions and been bold and careful. When you were a child, you never feared the children who were much bigger than you, and at that time, your mother knew that you were more independent and mature than your peers.
Besides, my mother lives close to you, and if you have problems, you can help you solve them at any time. Now it seems that although it is bitter to you, you are good-looking. Now it seems that it is really a big beautiful girl. ”
Yanran couldn't help her mother's pity, raised her eyebrows, and smiled triumphantly.
Mother and daughter snuggled up and spoke for half a day.
Unconsciously, the sunlight on the windowsill was half shorter. This morning is beautiful and quiet, and she is lustful. It was worth the price she paid for it.
Half a month later, my father came to pick up Yanran.
She finally went home.
Yan Ran took a deep breath. Went inside.
The cup on the table, so eye-catching. Yan Ran walked over, picked it up, habitually, and poured water. From the drawer, he took two pills and delivered them to his father's bedroom.
Her father called out to her, "Yanran, what are you doing?" ”
Her heart sank, and she suddenly woke up.
The last time, she put the cup and the medicine and placed it at the head of the bed.
The bed was empty.
Since then, Yanran no longer has to take nutritional tablets from her mother.
That pill, the same round as the medicine my stepmother took, the same white, the same size, the same tastelessness.