The mother of the era is reborn to support her cannon fodder children!

Chapter 345 "Isn't it normal to want to compete for favor?"

Yu Bao's face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

Lin Zhao suppressed a laugh, "Keep your bonus to yourself. If you don't know where to spend it, just put it in your piggy bank. I don't need any more leather shoes."

"Mommy's little black leather shoes broke." Yu Bao tried hard to suppress the secret joy of being praised. His little face was serious and obedient, and his brows were furrowed, as if he cared a lot.

Lin Zhao was surprised that her eldest son had even noticed the crack in the sole of her shoe. Her heart warmed, and she smiled.

"Yes, one pair broke, but your second uncle gave me a new pair, which was a hot item bought from Shanghai."

Yu Bao was reminded of this incident by her.

"Mom, do you really not want little leather shoes?" he asked earnestly.

Lin Zhao said firmly, "Really, no!"

The temperature is expected to drop in another two weeks, at which point we'll need to wear cotton shoes, as our feet will get cold in leather shoes.

“Well…” Yu Bao twirled his hands together, hesitated, and then mustered his courage to ask, “Can I use the prize money to buy my grandma a pair of leather boots?”

Hengbao also looked at Lin Zhao, wanting to know what her mother would say, as that would determine how the money would be spent.

"Sure," Lin Zhao said with her smile unchanged. "I told you, you can handle your bonuses yourselves. You can save them or spend them."

Adults who are not short of money are not as possessive of children's New Year's money and bonuses.

Hengbao shouted, "Brother buys for Grandma, I'll buy for Grandpa!!"

"Your grandparents will be overjoyed to receive your gifts." Lin Zhao didn't discourage her son and was very supportive of their idea. "I can sponsor your shoe purchase."

Hengbao's bright, clear eyes are black and white.

"Thank you, Mom!" He knew that he needed shoe coupons to buy shoes, and he had originally planned to ask his mother for help, but he didn't expect Lin Zhao to offer to give them to him.

"Why are you being so polite with me?" Lin Zhao lightly tapped his nose. Going to Dongfeng Dafeng to study every week was indeed useful; at least in terms of speech and manners, the twins did very well.

She looked at Gu Lan and said, "Ah Lan, if you want to buy something but don't have a ticket, just tell me and I'll give it to you. Your third uncle sends me tickets every month. I have everything, so don't be shy with me."

Gu Lan smiled gratefully and said, "I want to buy face cream for Grandma and Mom."

"Sure, I'll take you shopping tomorrow morning." Lin Zhao's eyes showed approval.

That one glance relieved Gu Lan of her worries, and her brows and eyes relaxed.

At 8 p.m., Lin Zhao asked Gu Lan to watch over the twins while she went to the hospital with Cheng Yunjin.

Aunt Song didn't sleep last night and took a bus this morning, so she can't stay up late tonight. Yun Cheng and Yun Jin, who had caught up on their sleep, are keeping watch.

Lin Zhao went with them mainly to check on her uncle's condition.

They should be awake by now.

In the ward, Uncle Song opened his eyes, looked at the whitewashed ceiling, his consciousness returned, and he remembered his situation.

He turned his head and saw his sister and brother-in-law.

Before he could speak, Song Xiwei quickly walked to the bedside and looked at him with concern. "How are you? Is anything bothering you? If it is, just tell me and I'll go call the doctor."

Uncle Song shook his head slightly, "I'm not feeling unwell."

The wound hurt so much that he couldn't sleep soundly. It was as if he had a dream that made him feel suffocated, as if a stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to even breathe.

Zhao Zhao, how could she die so young? And the Lin family, how could they fall so quickly? It's as if they've offended the Grand Duke Jupiter. What an unlucky dream.

Fortunately it was a dream.

"Where is Zhaozhao?" Uncle Song asked.

Song Xiwei: "..." The uncle and niece have a good relationship, even closer than a father and daughter. It's not surprising. Zhao Zhao grew up on her uncle's shoulders. The first piece of candy she ate was given to her by her uncle.

"I've taken Yuncheng and Yunjin back to the guesthouse. My sister-in-law went to get some hot water and will be back in a bit."

Uncle Song nodded and said, "Before I was taken into the operating room, Zhao Zhao gave me medicine. She said it was a life-saving drug given to her by Jiu Si. Did you know that?"

Song Xiwei and Lin Heling exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.

"I know." Lin Heling said casually, cutting a mango for his wife with a small knife. The drooping pieces fell at the corners of his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. "My elder brother also knows that Jiu Si has been learning medicine from his grandfather since he was a child. Zhao Zhao has also found a lot of ancient prescriptions for him. His medical skills have progressed rapidly. He sends Zhao Zhao a copy of any good medicine he finds. She has medicine on hand."

Song Xiwei moistened her brother's mouth and continued, "When she saw how badly you were injured, she was terrified and, in her desperation, took out medicine and fed it to you."

The couple's words fulfilled Lin Zhao's wishes.

When Uncle Song heard that Zhao Zhao was terrified, his eyes showed heartache. Just imagine, a close person has lost an arm and is covered in blood. How could a little girl who hasn't experienced many hardships bear it? It's already good that she hasn't been scared and has nightmares!

"Is Zhao Zhao scared?" Uncle Song asked anxiously, moving his head.

Song Xiwei pressed his head down. "I'm not scared. Don't move. Be careful not to hurt yourself. The doctor said you can't move."

She couldn't help but glare at Uncle Song, "Do you really think this is a minor injury?"

Uncle Song hadn't been scolded by his sister for many years, and now, seeing this, his feelings were quite complicated.

"I won't move, I won't move." He lay down obediently. The wound hurt, so much so that he wanted to grit his teeth, but he could bear it and didn't show it. Only a few breaths occasionally escaped from between his lips.

"I was just worried that I might scare Zhaozhao badly," Uncle Song said. "It's good that she's alright. It's also Yunjin's fault for looking for Zhaozhao. Old Fu was with me."

Song Xi smiled but didn't say anything.

If your niece hadn't been here, it's not certain you would have been able to save your arm.

Lin Heling disagreed, saying, "You are close to Zhaozhao. She will only make a fuss if you don't tell her what's going on. Do you know what Zhaozhao told us? She said she was afraid. She was afraid that she couldn't save you and that something would happen to you."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Song's eyes suddenly reddened, and he turned his head away in a flustered manner, taking a deep sniff.

Just then, Aunt Song entered the ward.

Seeing the man wake up, her eyes lit up, she put down the thermos and rushed forward.

"...You're awake? Is anything bothering you?! Does your wound hurt? Are you hungry? Do you need to go to the bathroom...?"

Hearing this string of questions, Uncle Song went from being touched to feeling embarrassed, and quickly interrupted his wife.

"I'm not feeling unwell, don't worry about me, you should sit down and rest."

He noticed the weariness on his wife's face and frowned slightly.

Aunt Song sat down, her eyes fixed on her husband's face, and muttered, "You said you weren't in pain, but you're gasping for breath in pain. Should I go ask the doctor if they have any painkillers? If so, I'll give you some. This constant pain isn't going to help. I'm worried you won't sleep well tonight. You already had an injury, and you've lost half your blood. If you don't sleep well, when will you ever get better..."

Uncle Song didn't mind his wife's talkativeness. Stepping into the gates of hell made him cherish his family even more.

"It's okay, I was sleeping quite soundly before. I'll let you know if I can't stay awake any longer."

Aunt Song reminded her worriedly, "You must tell them that Yuncheng and Yunjin will be watching over you at night. They are not very attentive, so you will have to call them if you need anything."

"I know."

Song Xiwei felt that her sister-in-law's words were biased, and said something fair: "Yuncheng and Yunjin are quite thoughtful."

Just then, Lin Zhao and the others came in.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by being careful or not?" Lin Zhao said with a smile, her smile widening when she saw her uncle wake up. "Uncle is awake."

She quickly moved to the bedside, took a medicine bottle out of her bag, and said, "Uncle, this is painkiller made by my older brother. Take one if you feel pain."

Yun Jin interjected, "My sister asked Dr. Jiang, and Dr. Jiang said Dad can take it, and that the medicine is good and will help Dad's recovery." How could it not be helpful? Look at what she took out.

Lin Zhao was filled with satisfaction at being able to produce something good.

Aunt Song took the medicine bottle, held Lin Zhao's hand, and was speechless with tenderness.

"Wife, quickly give me one. It really hurts." Uncle Song heard that the medicine would be good for his recovery, so he stopped pretending and offered to take the medicine.

Aunt Song couldn't help but laugh out loud. But she didn't just stand there and gave the man the medicine.

"Your uncle said he wasn't feeling any pain and that he could bear it, but after you brought him the medicine, he immediately calmed down," she said with a smile to the bewildered Lin Zhao and the others.

Uncle Song: “…”

The medicine isn't bitter, but my heart is.

"Why not take the painkillers that are readily available? Don't be the kind of person who, as Zhaozhao said, forces themselves to suffer when there's no pain."

Lin Zhao nodded.

Yes, that's how it should be.

That night, Uncle Song finally slept well, dreaming of laughing and talking with his cherished family, and nightmares no longer bothered him.

Knowing that her husband was alright, Aunt Song finally breathed a sigh of relief. With her tense nerves relaxed, she felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

Yun Cheng and Yun Jin were young after all. After a short nap, they were fully rejuvenated. They stayed by Song's bedside that night and were happy to see that Song was sleeping soundly.

“I used to be a really bad person,” Yun Cheng suddenly said.

The ceiling lights were off, leaving only a small bedside lamp in the ward. The moonlight was bright, shining into a large area, so the room wasn't dark.

Light is soft and weak, and it is most hypnotic.

Yun Jin, propping his head up, was drowsy, but his eyes cleared considerably from his brother's words.

"You're not even a thing to begin with..." These words slipped out.

The room was quiet, the atmosphere momentarily frozen, and then, in an instant, a murderous aura seemed to rise.

Yun Cheng's teeth grinding sounded.

"...That's not what I meant." Yun Jin, tears streaming down her face, tried to cover it up. "Slip of the tongue, it was really a slip of the tongue."

"You're more like someone who's used to teasing me." Yun Cheng felt that this younger brother was no longer a good match; the older he got, the more infuriating he became.

"That's part of the reason," Yun Jin said frankly.

After saying that, he realized he had stepped on a landmine and didn't dare to provoke his brother any further, so he quickly changed the subject, "Brother, what did you mean by what you just said? What were you like before?! Why did you say you weren't a good person before?!"

"When I was a child, before my dad beat me into submission, I was jealous that he treated my sister better. I said some harsh things to my sister, telling her to go back to her own home and not to stay at our house..." Yun Cheng said, recalling this past event that he could not forget even after more than ten years.

"What?!" Yun Jin exclaimed. He stood up, rushed to his older brother, and looked indignant.

"You actually said such hurtful things to my sister! You really are a scoundrel! My sister has been so good to us! Song Yuncheng, I only see you for who you are today. You're a tyrant, you've gone too far, you don't care about family at all. I'm so disappointed in you, you..."

He kept talking, his voice getting louder and louder, making Song Yuncheng's ears ring.

Stand up and give his brother a big shove.

"Shut up!" Yun Cheng shouted angrily. "I already said it was in the past! How old was I back then? I was still wearing open-crotch pants. Isn't it normal for me to want to compete for attention?!"

"Besides, I was starving every day back then. When I saw my sister getting eggs, I felt that my parents were being unfair, so I said some hurtful things..."

Thinking of that scene, he lowered his head, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Brother, you've regretted it for a long time, haven't you?" Yun Jin leaned forward, bent down, and looked closely at his brother's expression.

Yun Cheng pushed his face away, but did not deny it.

"I said some harsh things and got a beating from my parents. I was quite resentful at the time, but when I grew up, I realized how foul my mouth was and wished I could go back in time and slap myself twice."

A strange feeling flashed through Yun Jin's mind. He had never heard of these things before; his brother had always kept them to himself.

He must be feeling terrible; every time he thinks about it, he's overwhelmed with guilt.

I can understand.

The boy grinned deliberately, "No wonder I sometimes felt that your attitude towards my sister was strange."

It's not that it's bad, it's just that it's a bit too cautious, with too many things on its mind.

"Is it obvious?" Yun Cheng asked nervously.

"It's alright," Yun Jin said.

No wonder his brother listens to his sister so much, he does whatever she says. At first, it was probably because he felt guilty and couldn't say no.

"Indeed, one shouldn't speak carelessly." Yun Jin's eyes showed sympathy.

If his brother were a heartless person, he probably would have forgotten about it long ago! But he isn't; he's always remembered it, and he feels terrible when he thinks about it in the middle of the night.

"I'm not holding it against you," he said, comforting his brother.

Yun Cheng glanced at him but didn't say anything. It was precisely because his sister didn't speak that he felt even more awful. How could he say such cold-blooded and heartless words? It was too much!

"It's a good thing my sister didn't become estranged from our dad, otherwise I would be a sinner in our family."

Yun Jin agreed with this, "If my sister and Dad become estranged, my sister won't acknowledge me as her cousin either!" Just imagining it made him angry, and he glared at his brother angrily.

Yun Cheng: "..."

I must have been out of my mind to have a heart-to-heart talk with Yun Jin!

Use your shoulders to squeeze your head like you're squeezing a pimple! I can't stand it!!
"What I said tonight, you are not allowed to tell anyone!" Yun Cheng warned sternly.

Yun Jin raised four fingers upwards, "I'm going to 'prosper'!"

"..." Could you be any more perfunctory?

Yun Cheng was skeptical but dared not threaten him, since this guy was impervious to both soft and hard tactics.

Alas, it's all because the moonlight is too beautiful.

……

Yun Cheng knew Yun Jin was a chatterbox, but he didn't expect him to be such a chatterbox. Before the second day was even over, everyone knew about his embarrassing incident.

Uncle Song suppressed a laugh, afraid of aggravating his wound. "Yuncheng still remembers? He was still wearing open-crotch pants back then. I remember he got a double beating from your mother and me because of this, and he cried his eyes out."

Aunt Song continued, "Later, Xiwei brought over a fat rabbit, and I cooked it. He insisted on eating it, but I wouldn't let him. He then spread those rumors and said some unpleasant things to Zhaozhao, saying that he didn't deserve to eat the meat his aunt had given him. Because he didn't have any meat to eat, he realized he was wrong and obediently apologized to Zhaozhao."

Lin Zhao had almost forgotten about it, but her uncle and aunt brought it up and she remembered this past event.

“I remember now,” she laughed.

“Yun Cheng was crying his eyes out at the time, and his apologies were all about meat.”

Yun Chengmu Ran.

This is the worst kind of public execution!

(End of this chapter)