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- The mother-in-law will come over every once in a while to review.
The shrewd "old man" would drag his husband along, speaking loudly and reprimanding him.
"Why is the floor so dirty?"
"Why does the child have red and pimples on his face, you didn't clean him up, take a bath and wash his clothes well"
"Other people's children can speak, why can't my precious grandson even speak a complete sentence?"
"Xiao Mo, I'm not talking about you. You just make up your mind and leave your son in your hometown and give it to us. You are alone with a small one. Life is very comfortable, isn't it good?"
?Speaking clearly and logically, so understanding.
Mo Yu stiffened for a while.
She took out her mobile phone and found photos of her son taking a hot bath in his hometown when he was a child, suffering from allergies and rashes, as well as photos of vegetables covered in a thick layer of dust and biting flies and mosquitoes.
"Wait until you can ensure Xiaotian's food safety! He is a toddler, unlike your spleen and stomach that are used to pollution."
Xiang's father was embarrassed, and Xiang's mother was embarrassed.
However, the daughter-in-law gave birth twice, and the two of them didn't help at all. Shengsheng held back the anger in his heart, blushed, and didn't know it.
Regarding this, Mo Yu ignored it!
She is very busy, dizzy and in pain, and has no time and energy to get angry and fight wits.
Every time my husband comes back and sees the dusty, disorganized, scattered, and toy-filled room in the house, he always frowns and loses his face.
"Xiaoyu, why don't you tidy up the house a little?"
Look at the son sitting alone and playing with building blocks, and give the most "sincere" advice.
"Xiaoyu, look, our eldest son is not as good as the one-year-old next door. He can order whatever he wants, but this one in our family is still saying reduplicative words."
"Xiaoyu, can't you play with them more? You see, the eldest son in our family is less intelligent than the others."
"Xiaoyu, you have to take good care of your children. The family is counting on you¡ª"
She has heard such words countless times without refuting.
? Yesterday, it was like this again. Her husband crackled and said a lot, but she ignored it, packed the dishes, coaxed the children, and fled decisively.
The two people who were once in love, went against each other and drifted away.
The person who once cared for her tenderly disappeared and became her "leader".
Everyone has forgotten one thing: she is just one person, not countless people!
In today's society, children's enlightenment is early, but she can't let go of the child who is waiting to be fed all day long. She is dizzy every day, like a walking machine without thinking, and has no extra energy to teach.
Mo's mother once said indifferently: "Take advantage of the time when the child is sleeping and resting to do housework, and teach the child to speak and play at other times is the same."
She smiled wryly: "When the children made noise all day. The children fell asleep, and I couldn't move."
"Let's make the house a little more chaotic." Mother Mo smiled awkwardly. After finishing speaking, she took a sip of water, took the package, and left in a hurry.
Before leaving, I still don't forget to tell you: "You still have to let your old lady come. Look, there are still grandmas in this world who don't want to bring their grandchildren?"
?From childhood to adulthood, in the eyes of Mo's mother, Mo Yu was not a well-behaved and obedient woman with a gentle temper, but a tricky daughter who no one could bear.
Therefore, no matter how many factual examples Mo Yu said.
In her opinion, it was all deliberately fabricated by her daughter, and she never believed it.
Mo Yu, who had long since given up relying on her natal family, remained silent and did not answer.
Seven years, whether it is fast or slow.
There are bitterness and sweetness, sorrow and pain, which really proves a sentence: sweet burden.
It's just that, for Mo Yu, the happiness is less and the burden is heavier.
Having not been able to get enough sleep for a long time, she has a vicissitudes of complexion as if she is forty or fifty years old, her eyes are dull and dull, like a seventy-year-old woman.
Seeing the two children growing up like little monkeys, jumping up and down, she felt relieved and confused at the same time.
The children have reached the age of going to school, and they are gradually leaving her, and no longer belong to her alone.
What about her? what to do?
Confused, sad, like a lost lamb, lost the way forward.
The anxiety was getting bigger and bigger, and she was depressed all day long. She deeply felt that she was a poor creature abandoned by this era.
Today, saveAfter finishing the suicide woman who dived, she quickly returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he met her husband's questioning eyes.
"Where did you go last night?"
"Where did I go?" The anger was instantly ignited, and she asked back: "You just found out that I was missing?"
She bit the word "pass" hard.
The man was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and continued to put on his shoes, looking in a hurry.
"I'm leaving. I have to catch a plane today. Wife, stay at home and take care of yourself. If you have anything, please call me in time."
The man lowered his head, and his tone was flat, as if nothing had happened before.
"Stop!" Mo Yu suddenly spoke, expressing his inner decision: "I want to work!"
Hearing this, the man suddenly stopped, his deep eyes fixed on the imageless woman in front of him, a dark light flickered in the depths of his eyes.
He smiled helplessly, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked the woman's clumps of fine hair. The voice sounded like pampering, and was faintly mixed with a strong sense of reprimand.
"Stop making trouble! Be good, wait for me to come back next time, and then I will share the housework and educate the children for you."
He always says "next time!"
"Next time?" The woman walked closer to the man and asked angrily, "When is the next time? Two weeks, one month? Or half a year!"
She remembered clearly that there was never a fixed time for a man's so-called "next time".
At first, she would be angry and would argue with him.
It's been a long time, and the number of times has increased, and the man doesn't care at all.
As for her, she would always end up crying, gradually becoming desperate, and losing interest in making noise.
"Xiaoyu!" The man said loudly, with a smile on his face, he spoke righteously.
"Stop making trouble, we have nothing to do now, can't we?" He put on his shoes faster.
"We still have to pay off the mortgage and raise our children. If I don't work and stay with you at home all the time, can't I make it through?"
"No, that's not what I said!"
What she needs is a man's understanding, support and comfort.
"Can you stop making trouble for no reason!" The man frowned, his tone calmed down, but she, who knew him well, knew it.
He is angry!
why? Maybe it's because she's too "willful".
"Last night, I wanted to die." She tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes, and poured out quietly.
The man paused his jaw and stopped putting on his shoes.
There was a long silence, as always.
Every time he encountered such a situation, he would always remain silent.
At first, Mo Yu felt that he was very good and had enough endurance.
Later, after pouring out her inner sorrow and struggle many times, but he didn't change, she suddenly discovered that he was not enduring, but escaping.
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