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Chapter 1005 I Still Have Some Regrets
When Xia Weiran and the elderly Sancai walked into the room, the old lady was cutting the fat knife's nails.Fat Dao's hands were ugly, and his fingernails were also ugly, but the old lady held her son's hand as if holding some fragile treasure.

Carefully cut off those redundant nails for his son that might hurt himself, Xia Weiran saw it and felt quite envious.There is an old saying that when a mother is one hundred years old, she often reads her eighty-year-old son.No matter how old the child is, in the heart of the mother, it will always be a child who needs to be missed and taken care of!

Most mothers who love their children, even if their children have already married and started a business, still can't help nagging their children in their lives.Some specialize in writing emotional stories to earn traffic, deliberately exaggerating the mother's control, promoting the mother's desire to control, portraying the mother as a villain, and portraying the source of the child's life as a mess.And at the end of the story, either the child listened to the mother's words and suffered misfortune instead, and the mother regretted the past; or the child broke with the mother, and the mother was lonely and helpless in her later years, regretting the past.

In the days when her mother forced her to go on a blind date day by day, phone after phone call, she often came across stories like this.Every time, she will click in to see what the end of the story is.It seems that I can find resonance from those stories, as if I am the protagonist in the story, as if my mother is the mother in the story.

But when she calmed down, she knew that this was not the case.

The story is made up by the author.

Maybe such extreme mothers in the story do exist, but they are really rare, and life cannot be like the story, with twists and turns, going smoothly to every plot point set by the author, and climaxes one after another.

Perhaps, mother's love is mixed with a lot of selfishness, has been influenced by too much outside world, and also bears the marks of the previous generation. There are some things that she can't understand but can't change, but the most true and pure love, After layers of fog, it never disappeared.

However, there are still some regrets...

Before he knew it, tears had already flowed down his cheeks and fell to the ground.

Since I learned to cut my own nails when I was in elementary school, my mother seems to have never cut her own nails...

"Unlikely?"

The old man who scattered money panicked.

Well done, why did my sister cry when she watched the old lady cut her nails?

The old lady is getting old, she doesn't have a beautiful face, and she doesn't have slender and tender fingers. Fat Knife has a strange appearance, and her fingers look like a mouse's paw, but they are still a fat version. The whole thing has a strange shape... …

If you ask him, this scene has no aesthetic feeling at all, so it won't make her cry, right?The little girl is still a bit face-controlled...

"what?"

When his name was called, Xia Weiran came to his senses and hurriedly wiped away his tears: "What's wrong?"

At this moment, the old lady had put down Fat Dao's hand, stood up slowly, turned around, and looked at the two brothers and sisters with a smile: "You are here, sit down quickly."

There are iron chairs in the room, but the old lady pointed to another bed, and the two siblings sat side by side on the edge of the bed: "Grandma, I heard you are looking for us?"

"Yeah, let's talk to you guys."

The old lady took the siblings to chat, from the steamed buns for breakfast to the black roses of Noxus, it was endless, and she wanted to talk about whatever she thought of. It seemed that she had to bite the bullet and find a topic just to complete the chat.

We talked until Xia Weiran poured water for the old lady twice, and even had the urge to go to the bathroom for the first time in the game, the old lady finally stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)