Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 133 Women don’t have to marry (65)

"You want to take care of your son but don't wait for him to be loved. Don't let your momentary hesitation turn into a permanent regret."

"Think about how we usually give up the things we really want to buy because we are greedy for short-term gains. But when we bring home these looted trophies, we always feel that something is missing."

"People who fall in love at first sight can linger on it for a long time, and what they see at first sight is also the most eye-catching. If everything is done right and particular, you can only retreat again and again."

"In this life, there are many restrictions and restrictions, and there are very few opportunities to live freely. Is it possible that now we have to kill the few opportunities that we have to choose what we like?!"

Jiang Qiucheng's heart-wrenching torture, combined with the increasingly good flute sound, caused many people present to sigh.

A middle-aged man with a round belly and a kind face appeared to speak from his own experience.

"That's right. I went to the market to buy food a few days ago. I had already planned in my mind that I wanted to buy a roasted chicken. It is fat, tender and juicy, and would be perfect for dinner and drinks. But unfortunately, this roasted chicken... The price increased by a few cents, but because of such a small difference, I hesitated. "

"I thought to myself, there's no big difference between eating one day earlier and one day later. I'll wait until the price drops in two days before I buy it. I'll just buy a box of peanuts first. But who would have thought, when eating that night? , I had no appetite at all, so I took a few bites of rice and rolled on the couch to sleep. "

"As a result, I closed and opened my eyes all night long. I couldn't forget the taste of the roast chicken. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well. The next morning, I ran to the market and bought the roast chicken for me to eat. When I put it into my mouth, I finally let go of this worry.”

"Simple food is like this, but if it's something more important, I'm afraid it will be even more heart-wrenching and uncomfortable."

After he finished speaking, another woman with a weathered face and tired eyes spoke.

"If my eldest child were still alive, he would be old enough to marry and have children this year. I still remember his birthday that year and begged me to take him to the pastry shop to buy a piece of white sugar cake. He is usually very sensible and knows Our family is not rich, and we have never asked for anything. Only that time, when he saw that other children had enough to eat, he was really greedy, so he asked for it from me. "

"It's not that my family can't afford the money for that white candy cake, but I always feel that there will always be a chance to buy it in the future. It's better to take care of important things first and save the money for emergencies."

"I stuck some sugar on the outside of the homemade cold cake and coaxed him into saying it was white sugar cake. Even though there was no milk flavor at all, he still ate it happily. He hugged my waist and raised his head. Tell me, grandma, the white sugar cake is so delicious, when can I eat it again?"

At this point, the woman started to choke, as if she couldn't speak quickly. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and poured out all the words stuck in her throat.

"But...but there will be no next time. In the winter of that year, he had high fever and died in my arms. I still remember his cheeks at that time, as red as a little sun, burning like crazy. It’s so fuzzy, I don’t remember anything, I just remember laughing.”

"Even when he died, he was still smiling. He said, Mom, don't cry. I dreamed about a lot of sugar cakes. When I was full in the dream, I would wake up to accompany you. But when he fell asleep, He never got up again."

Hearing this, Jiang Qiucheng's nose couldn't help but feel sour, and the soft-hearted people around him even let out slight sobs.

"I often think that I would have bought him a real piece of sugar cake at that time. I don't know what the white sugar cake that the eldest child eats in his dream tastes like."

"Da Wa, are you angry with grandma? You have never seen grandma in your dreams even once." "Da Wa, grandma misses you so much..."

The woman was so lost and dejected that others couldn't bear to look at her. They wanted to express comfort but didn't know where to start.

It is said that the deceased has passed away and people should look forward, but this is easy to say but difficult to do. The closer you are to the person, the more you can understand the grief of the death of a loved one when blood is thicker than water.

Some people left, and some people stayed there forever.

Jiang Qiucheng originally just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to divert customers' attention and achieve the effect of attracting customers, but she did not expect that it would involve so many regrets and regrets.

This also illustrates that people should respect the present, and looking too far ahead and thinking about the future that has not yet happened will only lead to trouble and regret.

Yesterday is the past and today, and the future is also the future of today, so the present is the most important. Be worthy of your heart and the present. Only by choosing what you need and love can you have no regrets or regrets.

I thought that it would be a small end here, but I didn't expect that Zhou Qing, who had been sitting aside and keeping quiet, suddenly stood up.

Because he stood up, the sad flute sound also stopped abruptly, marking a brief pause.

Jiang Qiucheng turned around with some confusion, but was startled by the tear-soaked face.

"Zhou Qing, you..."

Tears fell silently and wet the skirt of his blue shirt.

His shoulders were trembling slightly, as if he was bearing endless grief and heaviness. His tears were like floods that had been accumulated for a long time, bursting out at this moment, releasing the emotions that had been held back for a long time.

Zhou Qing relaxed his shoulders, exhaled a breath of relief, raised his eyes, smiled at the curious spectators around him, and told his story.

"Many of the people present are old neighbors on this street. They all know this Taiyue Workshop more or less, and they know my father. He is a good tailor, a good boss, and maybe even a good neighbor. But Sometimes I doubt whether he is a good father."

"He loved his career. He would leave early and come home late every day, putting all his efforts into it. In my memory, I always see his leaving figure more than his returning figure."

"Although he would occasionally take time to read and write with me and ask me to play flute music, such relaxed and happy times always seemed so rare compared with his busy time."

"Gradually, I began to complain about him, and I was no longer so close to him. Until the eve of his illness and sudden collapse, I was still venting my anger with him. His illness came on quickly and the onset was even faster. Before I could accept the news, he left us."

"After he left, I began to regret it later. Why did I have to get angry with him? Why did I waste that little time?"