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Chapter 70 [Youth] The rain is flying, the old year is hard to catch up with, let it drift 0, the fa

"Mom, you really can't let your eyes go on like this any longer!" It is said that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is difficult, but this has never happened to Jiang Shijin's mother and grandma.

The family is living in harmony, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are no different from mother and daughter.Especially after the uncle passed away early and the aunt returned to her parents' home with the child, the mother seemed to have an extra sister.

The old mother knew in her heart that her eyesight was very serious, and she even knew that her current appearance made her children worried. However, after living for such a long time, she also had the right idea: "I know how my body is, so you two don't want to Moreover."

"Mom, you can embroider. You can't just embroider with a flashlight at night just to hide from us!" As expected, Jiang Shijin's aunt had been listening behind the door and walked in at this moment, shaking off her hand. Shui, "When I was a kid, I would light a candle and read a book, and my mother would tell me. Why don't you pay attention to your eyes now?"

"Do you still know that it's to avoid you?" At this age, the old man has to have a bit of a childish temper, and he even complains to his daughter and daughter-in-law with grievances and shamelessness, "If you didn't always control me, where would I be?" Are you still hiding it at night?"

The daughter and son-in-law also know that it is obviously not the time to explain things clearly to the old man - not to mention, there is actually nothing wrong with the old man's persistence.I am not burdening society or my family.

Thinking about it this way, the two of them were also fooled by the old man's logic: It seems that they are indeed a little lenient as children?

"It's Shijin's child. What if he couldn't learn well back then? At first he refused to learn anything, but now he is anxious to look for it everywhere..." The mother simply changed the angle and said, "I usually look at She felt bad herself, and I couldn’t tell her.”

"Hey... you are a child. You must be scared after being pricked a few times when you were a child. Do you dare to say that you were not afraid of going to the hospital for injections when you were a child?"

"It's good for children to want to learn. As elders, aren't we doing it for our children?"

Now, the focus of the three people shifted from the old man to Jiang Shijin's mother.

"Oh...wuwuwu, I don't want to learn, what's the good of these?"

"This is all feudal superstition!"

"The teacher said that in the past, women only stayed at home to support their husbands and children, and made embroidery and textiles to make a living!" The little girl who had just entered elementary school muttered something, but in fact it was all to cover up her fear.

The pain was frightening, and the bleeding was frightening - but how could the little girl imagine that her words were no longer piercing the hearts of her elders now, but were instead piercing her own heart many years later?
Spring fell on grandma's embroidery quilt. It turned out that the flower that grandma had embroidered on the little girl had changed it into a butterfly. It was the butterfly that attracted the flower-watching handle.
The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really" The little girl didn't say any more. She was the one who had been talking harshly to her just now. Now, even if she likes him, she doesn't have the nerve to speak.

Regretful and stubborn, after a week of school, the little girl seemed to have forgotten everything that happened a few days ago.But the handkerchief pulled out of the schoolbag was clearly a fluttering butterfly - the little girl's nose was a little sore and her eye circles were red.

Suddenly startled, Jiang Shijin looked at the black-white sky outside the window and missed the water in the south of the Yangtze River. Are the small fish in the water also longing for rain?Just like when I grew up, by the waterside in my hometown, every time I recalled the past, I just wanted a rain to cover up my fragility that would be seen by others...

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