The next day, Song Shengsheng’s fingers were covered with mottled traces.
There are notes left by Fu Cheng on the bedside table, with some phone numbers and addresses on it.
There are Fu Cheng in the military compound of the capital, and the names of the few people she had met last time.
Last of the phone address.
He also left a sentence – “If you have something to do, go and trouble them, don’t hold on.”
Song Shengsheng held the note and stared at it for a long time, his eyes sour and astringent.
I can’t tell whether I am moved or reluctant.
I feel that Fu Cheng is not just her husband, but more like her father, as if he is his uneasy daughter.
The family courtyard suddenly became deserted.
Everyone is hoping that they can return successfully.
Even the one who had always liked to be with her, who was unable to get along with her, calmed down.
When you meet, you can say hello to the gentle air and no longer say anything sarcastically.
For the first time, I even sent some pancakes from my hometown to her.
Song Shengsheng looked much lighter than their sad faces.
Can eat and sleep.
I went to work in the supply and marketing cooperative as usual, and I still had the intention to continue reading her books.
My husband was not at home, and the family with children in the neighborhood quickly jumped into chaos.
Boys of this age are just naughty.
Go up the trees and go down the river, and get fish and birds.
How to make trouble, it makes people so angry that they smoke in both ears.
Song Shengsheng could hear the neighbors beating their children from time to time. He was stubborn and had a broken rattan.
Song Shengsheng felt a little reluctant to think of herself as a child.
But she never gets involved in other people’s family affairs and speaks out, making her seem like she is meddling in other people’s business.
When you look back, the other party still has to blame yourself.
Song Shengsheng at most gave these naughty little boys in the courtyard to some pastries. There are two who have lost their mothers, and they are very pitiful since childhood.
The pastries she makes are even better than those sold by the supply and marketing cooperative.
It smells fragrant and tastes sweeter.
Even if a child like Fu Luochi who doesn’t like sweet food, he can finish eating every time she feeds him.
He even asked her carefully the night before: “Mom, can I bring some pastries to school tomorrow?”
These days when Fu Cheng was not at home, Song Shengsheng slept with his son.
Sometimes when I am not sleepy, I will recite old-fashioned myths to him.
Children’s story books are not available, earlierAll of them were confiscated in the year.
Song Shengsheng thought he wanted to take it to share with other children, so he agreed happily: “Okay. Mom will do it for you tomorrow morning.”
Although Song Shengsheng is not a very good mother.
But she is now working hard to be a qualified mother.
Otherwise.
Like in a dream.
I’m sorry for the first child.
It doesn’t seem to be worthy of her second child.
She always seems to care about them.
Fu Luochi grabbed his mother’s hand and pressed her tightly against her side. He felt no sense of security since he dreamed that his mother asked him to get out.
Song Shengsheng has become accustomed to this.
This child has to hold her tightly when he falls asleep at night.
She couldn’t even pull it away.
With a little more force, he would be awakened, and then look at her with his wet pupils, pitifully: “Mom.”
It seemed that she was not pulling his hand, but tearing his heart.
Song Shengsheng now couldn’t stand his son’s pitiful look.
She has changed.
She seemed to have really become kind.
Song Shengsheng no longer insisted on pulling him away, but let him grab him and sleep.