"The child's father! Xiaowei will get married in a few years. You still need to have someone by your side. There is a widow from the Zhang family in Hongwei Village next door who has a son. I went to tell them about it. 500
Yuan! Come here, people and children."
In a daze, Ling Xiaowei heard a familiar yet distant voice.
Her body was alternately hot and cold. She was terminally ill! She was hearing hallucinations!
"Mom, I'm already like this, so don't hurt others. When Xiaowei gets married, I will live on my own for as long as I can!" A male voice sounded, with a hint of despair in his voice.
"Dad..." Ling Xiaowei's eyes suddenly became hot! This voice was exactly that of her father.
She is dead, she has heard her father's voice.
Her father died of depression when she was eighteen years old. He committed suicide and hanged himself at the head of his bed with the cowhide belt she gave him.
At that time, she followed the man who killed Qian Dao and was always in the town. When she heard that her father died, he was hanged with the belt she gave him. She was so angry that she refused to go back to express her condolences.
Thinking about myself at that time, I was really unfilial!
"The child's father, look at the child. He is so sick. If I hadn't come here, the child would have been burned to death. Do you think there is anyone who can take care of him at home? Cuifen is an honest person. His parents have not been around since he was a child.
She was bought back by the old Zhang family and became a child bride. Now that her husband is dead, the old Zhang family also agrees to her remarriage."
"Damn it! Let me tell you, there is no shop like this after passing this village! The 500 yuan came from your compensation. Mom did this for your own good."
"Er smash, you should just say a word! If you win, I will bring him back tomorrow. Why don't you also bring a child? It's a boy. What a good thing! You will also have a son for you in the future.
Retirement and death.”
Ling Xiaowei was in a daze, but she heard these words word for word.
The person who is speaking is not my grandmother! The patriarchal grandmother... The depressed man lying on the bed is my father!
Are they talking about stepmother Zhang Cuifen?
I am back to life! I am still dreaming!
Ling Xiaowei wanted to pinch her legs, trying to tell whether it was a dream or reality.
But she was so weak that she couldn't move her whole body. She couldn't even lift her eyelids. She could feel a towel covering her forehead. Although the towel was wet, it had not been changed for a long time and it was almost wet.
The kang is dry.
No! You must not let dad take that stepmother back!
She doesn’t want a stepmother!
"Mom, stop talking. I'm a useless person. I can only live one day at a time, so don't mess around!" Cough cough cough... Dad coughed a few times, then reached out and touched the side beside him who was sleeping.
Ling Xiaowei's forehead, and took off the towel on her forehead.
"Hey..." A long sigh.
Then there was a splash of water, and a cold wet towel covered Ling Xiaowei's forehead again.
"Er, why are you so stubborn? Mom is doing this for your own good. If you act like this, you won't even have someone to die with..." Boo hoo... Grandma began to cry as she spoke.
"Mom..., hey... just listen to you! Xiaowei is too young and needs someone to take care of her." Dad sighed heavily.
"This child is also pitiful. Her mother! She is so cruel! She left the child and ran away!" Grandma immediately stopped crying, and then her tone returned to a high tone, "That's okay! I'll go there tomorrow.
Bring the person back to you."
After he finished speaking, he heard the sound of counting banknotes, "Here are two hundred yuan, keep it. Tomorrow the new wife comes over, you give her one hundred yuan, and you keep the other one hundred yuan for yourself, you will spend it later."
There are more places to make money. Even though our family is poor, we can’t let others gossip.”
"Okay, son, you look after the child. I'll go to Old Li's house in the village and come back with some antipyretic medicine." After a while, the creaking sound of the wooden door was heard, and with a bang, the door was closed.
Her body felt alternately cold and hot, and Ling Xiaowei fell asleep again in a daze. Before going to sleep, she was still chanting, "I don't want a stepmother! I don't want a stepmother!"