Abduct a scholar to farm together

Mrs. Zhang was sitting on the chair, slightly pouted her mouth, and grabbed the armrest of the chair with both hands, as if I wouldn't leave even if you dragged me.But after seeing the person coming, a flash of strength flashed in his eyes, and he glared at the person, threatening and intimidating.

But Ji Haitang turned around and looked at the man, dressed in gray clothes, with three thousand threads of trouble coiled up, with a lot of white mixed in, his old face with a deep sadness.

Seeing Ji Haitang, he forced a few gentle and loving smiles on his face.

Perhaps, looking at this face, one would feel that this person is about 60 or [-] years old, and looks old.

But in fact, how do you know, this person is only in his early forties.

When Ji Haitang saw her, for some reason, her nose was sore, her eyes were dim with tears, she opened her mouth, as if she had a thousand words to say, but she didn't know how to start them.

"Begonia," the visitor called softly.

This sound of Haitang, like a flood, completely broke through the dam in Ji Haitang's eyes. The tears could no longer hold back, like a torrential rain, falling straight down. How long has it been since I heard this familiar voice?

One year, two years.

"Mother," Ji Haitang said, only to realize that his throat was choked up.

"Good boy, don't cry!"

The visitor was none other than Mrs. Zhao who had been foolish for many years, Ji Haitang's own mother.

Over the years, Mrs. Zhao has been dumbfounded. Even if she said a word or two sometimes, she just asked, why didn't Ji Feng come back?

But today is obviously different, Zhao's eyes are no longer dull, and finally Ji Haitang can't see the emptiness in her eyes.

Although these eyes are sad, at least they have color and emotion.

And these all mean that Mrs. Zhao has come to her senses!

This should be the best news in years.

"Yo, Mrs. Zhao, are you awake? After all these years, I thought you were going with my son!" Mrs. Zhang is naturally not afraid of Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Zhao is not as strong as Ji Haitang, she just An ordinary person, used to patience.

"I'm sorry, daughter-in-law, I just woke up today after being muddled all these years." Zhao's eyebrows were pleasing to the eye.

Ji Haitang could see that Mrs. Zhang was bullying her mother, so she stood in front of Mrs. Zhao and said, "It's a joy for my mother to wake up. Some people shouldn't run into trouble, otherwise, a small lesson is not a respect!"

"You, you," Mrs. Zhang said for a long time, but finally couldn't utter a word.

"Haitang, is it your father's father, your grandfather? Since he is sick and the other houses have paid for it, we can't escape, so as not to make people laugh, just give the money." Mrs. Zhao pulled Ji Haitang back wrist, glanced at Zhang and said.

It seems that Mrs. Zhang came to ask for money, and Mrs. Zhao, who was standing outside the house, listened to it thoroughly and saw that Ji Haitang was unwilling to give the money, so she came out to dissuade her.

Ji Haitang looked at Mrs. Zhang, sneered, but said: "A wolfhound that is not familiar with it, a stone that cannot be warmed."

Mrs. Zhao pressed Ji Haitang's wrist, with blame in her eyes, but not very deep, and said: "If you don't look at the face of the monk, you will look at the face of the Buddha. Even though your grandma did a lot of evil, your grandpa didn't say anything after all, so it can only be regarded as incompetent." You're just cowardly, just for your father's sake, help them and listen to your mother's persuasion, okay?"

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao said this, Ji Haitang, as Mrs. Zhao said, was doing Zhao's face and the dead Ji Feng a face. Ji Haitang nodded and said in agreement: "Huh, 50 Take the two silver coins, but the money must be for Ji Zhengyi's medical treatment, so don't keep it for me."

Ji Haitang took out a bank note from his cuff, threw it on Zhang Shi's face, and let go without waiting for Zhang Shi to pick it up. Draw a circle and land on Mrs. Zhang's lap.

Although he wanted money, how could Mrs. Zhang bear such an insult?He gritted his teeth, his eyes were burning, but under Ji Haitang's cold gaze, he swallowed with difficulty the cursing he was about to utter.

"What? Asked for money, but still want to eat? Why don't you leave?" Ji Haitang glanced coldly.

As if Zhang's buttocks had been pricked by a needle, she jumped up, put the 50 taels of silver bills in her chest, and walked away in despair.

Without such an annoying guy as Mrs. Zhang, Ji Haitang and Mrs. Zhao held hands and sat down.

"Mom, when did you wake up?"

"Just this morning, I suddenly came back to my senses. Although I have been delirious in the past few years, I still know some things. For example, you made a lot of money by raising fish and bought this new house. If you don't know these things, today When I wake up, I'm afraid I won't even be able to tell where I am!" Mrs. Zhao sighed and said slowly, with lingering loneliness and sadness in her expression.

Since Ji Feng's death, Zhao's dementia has not recovered. After two years, Zhao finally struggled out of the muddle, but what Ji Haitang was worried about was that since Zhao woke up, she would no longer be able to deceive her like a dementia. that's it.After all, Ji Feng's death will still be in front of her.

Although these days have been avoided, they cannot be escaped after all.

Ji Haitang carefully avoided the topic of Ji Feng, and said with a smile: "Mother, it's a good thing you woke up, but Haihai and Hai'an are not here, otherwise you should jump up happily."

Mrs. Zhao also smiled, held Ji Haitang's hand and said, "Son, you've worked hard for me these years!"

Other people's children are still growing up under the care of their parents in their teens, but what about their own children?Without his father, his mother is also stupid, dragging two younger sisters, plus a husband's family with a bleak future, and a grandmother who is always making things difficult.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhao felt sorry for Ji Haitang's hard work. Ji Haitang had to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age, and Mrs. Zhao's tears were like broken beads, hitting the back of her hand one after another.

Ji Haitang smiled, she didn't feel how hard these years have been, on the contrary, she found it fulfilling and interesting, until now, she has a sense of accomplishment.

"Mother, it's okay. I'm not suffering. Our life is not bad these years. My daughter is happy!"

The more Ji Haitang said this, Zhao's heart ached even more.

How can it not be bitter?In her opinion, Ji Haitang's smile was just comforting her.

"Sigh, it's because of my mother's bad, because of my mother's selfishness, because of your father's death... Alas..." Mrs. Zhao sighed, and the voice and smile of her husband seemed to appear in front of her eyes, but gradually, the face she was familiar with , or turned into fragments, dissipating little by little.

Ji Feng is gone, the Zhao family has to face this fact all the time.