Mrs. Meng shook her gently: "Don't be angry, I'm not saying bad things about your mother. Who doesn't have any ideas when they are young, and then they still get married and have children..."
Mu Yunhan looked back and saw Mrs. Meng's eyes shining with ignorance and innocence, knowing that she was really old and confused.
So Weiwei felt soft, gently held her arm and said gently: "I'm not angry, what else do you know, tell me?"
Instead, Mrs. Meng fell into confusion: "What else do I remember? Let me think about it..."
She lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head and said excitedly: "I remembered it! Sansan refused to wear pants when it was hot when he was a child, and had to run around with his butt naked... He has been restless since he was a child...
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She babbled for a while, and her expression suddenly dimmed: "Grandson, my grandson, I don't know if I will ever see my grandson again. Write him a letter and ask him to marry a wife as soon as possible, or else, give birth to a grandson as soon as possible..."
Mu Yunhan held Mrs. Meng's hand, looked at her gently, and said a word from time to time, but knew in her heart that she might not be able to ask anything else.
Mrs. Meng babbled a few more words and asked Mu Yunhan to help her lie down. She said in a low voice: "I'm tired and can't speak. I miss San San. My mother misses my son. I feel like my heart is broken. My son misses my mother. I want a carrying pole."
long……"
She fell asleep while thinking about it.
Mu Yunhan covered Mrs. Meng with a thin quilt, looked at her old and haggard face, and was distracted for a moment.
Will Xingxing miss myself?
If Mrs. Mu Er was still alive, would she miss the three siblings?
If she was still alive, why didn't she tell them her whereabouts, and why didn't she show up and go home?
"Madam, I'm so sorry..." Meng's fifteenth daughter-in-law walked in quietly, very embarrassed: "Auntie is like this, sometimes good and sometimes bad, sometimes sober and sometimes confused.
When you are good, everything is carefully arranged, but when you are confused, you are just like a child. You can find out everything that is old and rotten, and you don't care whether people are happy or not."
"I'm not unhappy." Mu Yunhan stood up: "Then what she usually says when she is confused is the truth?"
Meng's fifteenth daughter-in-law didn't know what they just said, so she hesitated for a moment before saying, "I heard it from the elders at home, and it's basically true."
Mrs. Meng was a person who knew what she was talking about. She always had a tight mouth. Even if she was ill and confused, she would not make up nonsense when talking about dusty past events.
But Mu Yunhan knew that what she just said would never be taken lightly, because embroidering squirrels was Mu Er's unique skill.
As for why Mrs. Meng had never mentioned this matter before, it was because she did not want to gossip about the elders with the younger ones.
Meng's fifteenth daughter-in-law sent Mu Yunhan out, and Mu Yunhan asked her in a low voice: "What are your plans for the future? Does General Meng know that the old lady is ill?"
The fifteenth daughter-in-law, Meng, tugged at the veil for a while and then said: "He knows, but what can he do? A single move can affect the whole body, and every move we make is watched."
Seeing that she knew what she was thinking, Mu Yunhan thought that Meng Jia might have already made arrangements, so he said no more and left.
She went to Shen's house.
The Shen family had many troubles. Since the death of Empress Dowager Shen, the Lin family's rise to power has plummeted. By the end of the year before last, Mrs. Shen passed away, and the Shen family had faded out of the elite circle, and the whole family returned to their hometown.
Nowadays, the only people left in Beijing are Shen Chen and a few family members, and it was he who sent the greeting cards to Mu Yunhan.