Chapter 5 chapter Five

Fortunately, his mother had just assured him categorically that she would love him until the end of her life. He held his mother's hand tightly. He needed the reassurance that she understood him. At the moment Kiki begged her brother: "You will forgive me, won't you." Forgiving is better than asking to be forgiven, Ankang nodded, "I won't blame you." Changchun heaved a sigh of relief. Qiqi asked her mother: "When did you say you loved your brother until the day you died?" Ankang couldn't laugh or cry, it was too late to stop him. Chang Chun answered honestly, "I don't know."

"When you are fifty years old?" For young children, that is really the limit after the limit of human life, which is considered a 12-point grace. "Oh," Chang Chun laughed, "I hope to live longer than that." "Sixty, seventy?" Kiki asked. "I want to see you grow up, get married, have kids, have a happy family before leaving this world." It was Ankang's turn to interject, "However, your mother didn't do that. Grandma never paid attention to us, and you lived a very good life." "It can be seen that I love you," Chang Chun took the opportunity to buy people's hearts, "I can't let go of my heart."

Qiqitong said, "Don't close your eyes for worrying about us." Of course, a mother like Chang Chun didn't think it was disobedient, "I could die at any time, but now I want to live longer... There is a mother behind you with ideas, which can block a lot of ups and downs." She talked with her children about birth, old age, sickness and death more than once. Regardless of whether the children understand or not, we should lay a foundation with them in advance and prepare them psychologically. When we got home, everyone was tired. "How about taking a nap?" Changchun is the most sleepy.

Qiqi said: "Mom hasn't sung a lullaby for a long time." Ankang said: "Mom can't sing a lullaby at all." Ankang is right. "Mom sings Kiki Humba." Ankang laughed straight away. It was probably a folk song that his mother learned when he was young. It was called Shali Hongbaai. He copied it and made it a lullaby. When Qi heard this, she called Qiqi Hongbaai. The mother also said: "Now I will sing it to you. In the future, my mother will be lying on the sick bed and will go west. You should bring your children and sing it to her mother." At that time, change to mother Hong Jiai, and sing slowly until her eyes close.

Changchun had already made arrangements for the funeral. Now she sang to Kiki: "Where did the camel riders come from, Kiki Khunba mourns, Kiki camels comels, Kiki Khunba mourns too, Kiki Khunba is your Russian name." The mother and daughter laughed together. In today's world, who are you looking for to fool around like this, so every time you get divorced, Chang Chun will hold on to the child tightly, at most work hard for the first two years, and the return will definitely be greater than the investment in the future. Ankang believes that his mother will love them to the end.

When seeing Feng Jiyu again, her figure has changed obviously. The newly hired domestic helper has helped her a lot, so she is relaxed and happy, and at the same time she is used to working at home. Changchun saw her holding Yuyu on her lap to write an advertisement. Yuyu fumbled on the desk with both hands: "Mom, what is this, Mom, what is that?" Feng Jiyu said softly: "She doesn't know that she has lost her father forever." "I never had it, and I will never miss it." "But everyone has them." Feng Jiyu regretted. "Not every girl walks into church on her father's arm."

"Chang Chun, you are really strong." Chang Chun smiled, "I only cherish what I have, what I can't get, let it be." "I want to learn this philosophy from you." Chang Chun asked: "Are you planning to go to work after giving birth?" "Of course, I like the office. It's well organized. I don't start working until nine o'clock. Working overtime is a grace for the boss. It's so dignified. Sitting at home is like a slave. Day and night, I've suffered through labor reform." Chang Chun laughed. Yuyu imitated adult vocabulary: "... miserable... slave..."

Feng Jiyu also laughed out loud. Chang Chun admired her very much, if she was replaced by a weaker person, it would be okay, and she would act like a butcher to raise orphans before taking the opportunity, but this Feng Jiyu knew how to make fun of hardships. "I took a B-ultrasound in the hospital." "Do you like boys or girls?" Feng Jiyu didn't think about it, "Ten out of ten must be girls." "The results of it." Feng Jiyu replied with satisfaction: "It's a girl." That's great, benevolent and benevolent. While she was in a good mood, Chang Chun played Zhang Jiajun's will to her.

Changchun was surprised again. Feng Jiyu only tilted his head and smiled, neither speaking nor agitated. Chang Chun was deeply surprised. After a while, she said: "I decided to give up Zhang Jiajun's inheritance on behalf of Yuyu, to be self-reliant like you, why should his rash decision affect our emotions, that man is a jerk, I guarantee that he will leave a piece of paper with every woman." About the will, if you don’t believe me, ask Attorney Zhu, he never thought that life is so short, the will is just his game, why bother about him.” Chang Chun was in awe of her rational analysis, and asked, "Since when did you realize this truth?"

"In the hospital, the lives of myself and my fetus seemed to be hanging by a thread. Without your help, Yuyu didn't know what to do. She didn't want to start the medicine, and when would she be." "You decide to give up?" Feng Jiyu nodded. "Are you willing?" "What you give up is nothing but your own greed, which is beneficial and harmless." Unexpectedly, Feng Jiyu had an epiphany. "Tell Lawyer Zhu that we are exhausted and just want to forget about this man, and we don't want anything else." Chang Chun said: "You are so right, today is a good day, so we will do it like this."

"There's one thing I'm really grateful for, though." Chang Chun already guessed what was going on, "You are here again." "Because of him, I know a good man like you." Chang Chun replied: "I'm not a good person. One day when you encounter a conflict of interest, you will see my ugly true face." Feng Jiyu learned Chang Chun's sense of humor, "So you are an actress with thousands of faces." "Acting skills are cultivated by life." Feng Jiyu touched his face, "How is my skill?" "Clumsy, but a work in progress." "And you?" "Not yet perfect." Feng Jiyu said with emotion: "Just be better than me." Chang Chun originally wanted to ask: Did the father of the fetus come to visit, but finally he didn't say anything, because he hadn't matured to that stage yet. Between people, it is best to leave a leeway, and never break all boundaries and go straight to Huanglong. Familiarity breeds contempt. At the door, Changchun still saw the person she wanted to meet, but the future father held a large bouquet of rare flowers in his hand, which was very fragrant. While Changchun was relieved, he lightly taught, "It's time to buy some baby supplies." The price of that bouquet of flowers is enough to buy a small bed. The handsome man smiled at her—who is this woman?Mind your own business. He went in. Feng Jiyu still liked handsome faces regardless of reality. Looking at his watch, it was still early, Chang Chun quietly went back to the shop, across the shop, he saw the salesperson holding the phone tightly and whispering. In the near future, Kiki will also stick the microphone to her ear until it melts away. Changchun pushed the door open and entered the shop. The clerk immediately put down the microphone and smiled eagerly, "There are no customers this morning," adding, "But those sets of silver jewelry have been sold out." Changchun is submissive. A small shop like this has trapped them for the best hours of the day, sympathizing with each other, Changchun doesn't mind this perfunctory tone, who would ask a boy to be loyal. Chang Chun suddenly asked her, "If you don't have to go to work, what will you use your time for?" When the girl heard such a question, she was full of energy and said, "Sleep enough." "People always wake up." "Dance, travel, browse the boutiques, drink tea, and then get some sleep." The girl seemed very drowsy. Changchun laughed. The girl said to the proprietress: "Miss Chang, in fact, you don't need to come back to the store at all, you can enjoy yourself happily." Changchun told her: "I don't look at the store, I have nowhere to go." The girl stared wide-eyed, the world is so big, if there is no travel expenses, even if there is nowhere to go, it is unbelievable. Chang Chun smiled, "You will understand in the future." The girl tentatively asked: "It's because of health problems." "No, I'm not too far off." "Oh, I know, I've been there, I'm tired of playing." "No, I would like to come and try again in many places and many things." "It must be in a bad mood." Chang Chun smiled, one day girls will understand this lazy feeling. A guest came to the door, and Chang Chun saw that she was holding an umbrella with raindrops on it, so she asked, "Is it raining outside?" The guest replied, "It's raining heavily." Changchun will not know that the mall has no windows, all air-conditioning, and no four seasons. "What gift do you want to choose?" "My ex-boyfriend is getting married," the customer said, "what should I get?" Chang Chun smiled and asked, "Did you dump him or did he dump you?" "The two sides broke up peacefully." "Heh, please come here and have a look, such a person deserves to be given more expensive and elegant gifts." After walking around for a long time, everyone has a hand. Chang Chun invited Lawyer Zhu: "Have dinner at the house." Lawyer Zhu said: "You're welcome to be honest. I don't dare to learn about the cooking methods of the noble maids in the house. Also, I'm not used to sitting on a table with four or five people, chatting all over the place. Eat well? I have worked hard all day, and I don't want to force a smile to greet your young master." "Only people like you are qualified to sustain themselves." "Is this good, or not?" "Okay, okay, okay, okay." Zhu Zhiliang sat down and ordered iced beer. Chang Chun looked at her, "A lovely person like you, do you have any company?" Zhu Nu sneered, "You asked me to come out to talk about this issue?" "curious." "No, there is no one around me. Three or two years ago, I could say that the person I like doesn't like me, and the person who likes me doesn't like me. Today, I have no goals. Changchun, in fact, you and I are in the same boat inside." "Me? How dare I compare with you. I am the mother of two, so I can have any unreasonable thoughts. I just want my child to grow up quickly, study hard, and be filial to my mother." Zhu Nu continued: "I don't lack for everything in life." "That's great, then you can pursue love." "Thank you for your advice, but what are you looking for today?" Chang Chun briefly explained Feng Jiyu and her latest intention. Zhu Nu was silent when she heard this, and raised her hand to call for an extra beer. "It's best to rely on your own hands, you don't have to force everything." Zhu Zhiliang said: "If I see it right, Feng Jiyu will change my daughter's surname." Chang Chun was startled, and then said: "She gave birth to her, raised her to teach her, and her surname should belong to her." "Then Zhang Jiajun has no place in the child's mind." "It doesn't matter, Song Xiaoyu will set up a memorial hall for him." "It's different," Zhu Zhiliang regretted endlessly, "it's completely different." "You don't have to worry about Zhang Jiajun's choice." Zhu Nu raised her head, "This is the greatest punishment for him," she said sadly, "I have completely forgotten about him." Chang Chun said, "He doesn't want to remember us either." Fighting, not fighting, not fighting, fighting, has tortured her too many times, this way, at least the time can be used seriously, and life can return to normal. "Song Xiaoyu's tone has softened." Chang Chun shook his head, "We've already thought it through, and we don't want to stay in the past for this matter." Zhu Nv wanted to say something else, Chang Chun waved her hand, "Don't say any more, we have already made up our minds." Zhu Zhiliang was silent, at this moment she said: "You haven't been to my house, have you?" "I can make an appointment to visit." "Acquaintance is worse than meeting by chance, how about now? A cup of coffee, twenty minutes." Chang Chun thought about it, even if he really only drank a cup of coffee, he would still be happy. So he followed Zhu Nu. Zhu Zhiliang lives in a hotel-style apartment. The place is not big, but fortunately, there is someone to take care of it. Outside the window is the brightly lit Victoria Harbour. Zhu Nu introduced mockingly, "An apartment is not a home." "I thought the place you lived in was extremely spacious, and the study room was at least a thousand square feet." "No need, I'm rarely at home, so as not to hurt the spring and autumn." "Of course, the benefits of staying in a hotel are endless." Zhu Nv Yan Changchun entered the bedroom. There is a frame of photos in a silver photo frame on a small desk, Chang Chun pays attention and finds that the boy in the school uniform in white clothes and white trousers in the old photos is the young Zhang Jiajun. There was a chick standing next to him with her hand on her shoulder, and she was giggling. Chang Chun asked in surprise, "This is you?" Zhu Nu nodded. I didn't expect the Zhang Jiajun Memorial Hall to be here. On the wall are the birthday cards, postcards, and brief notes he sent her. Chang Chun really wanted to ask teasingly: Did you hide a lock of his hair in a gold heart-shaped ornamental box? Chang Chun said softly: "Zhang Jiajun is not the kind of person you imagined." She didn't want to speak ill of him, but it was the truth. Zhu Zhiliang was silent. "You don't really know him, so you deify him." Zhu Zhiliang stretched out his hand and gently stroked the camera stand. "If you marry him, you will end up like any other woman. You must divorce him within three years." Zhu Nu smiled, "The difference is that I didn't get this chance." "You are luckier than us." Zhu Nu asked, "What do you want to drink?" Changchun wants a small glass of brandy. Chang Chun looked at the photo again, "How old were you then?" "Thirteen." "Already have the ambition to study law?" "No, I aspired to be a writer when I was young." "What?" Chang Chun laughed. "Novelist, writer, creative." "Fortunately, you figured out the direction later." "It was my father who forced me to study law," Zhu Zhiliang was still melancholy, "he simply obliterated the possibility of me becoming the most popular writer in this city in this century." Chang Chun is a regular reader of the supplements of major newspapers and periodicals. She knew that almost every writer claimed to be a famous writer, so she patted Zhu Nu on the shoulder, "There are too many writers, and you are one of them." "Lawyers are like crucian carp crossing the river." Chang Chun grinned, "It's good to be Sun Xing Zhe, but there is only one hozen making a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace." "You are Zhu Bajie." Chang Chun sighed, "I understand your affection for Zhang Jiajun." Zhu Nv said: "When I was young, I had a lonely heart. At home, I was a transparent child. I didn't exist. I was not outstanding, but I never caused troubles for my parents. They didn't care about me or pay attention to me. I sat in a corner of the living room and watched the book, sword and enmity for a whole day, and no one would ask me a word." The old-fashioned living room of the Zhu family is very large, with two sets of sofas, one new and the other old, the old set is placed near the balcony, where Zhu Nu spends her summer vacation reading books. She fell in love with Chen Jialuo. It was not until I re-read this book at the age of 21 that I realized that none of the Chen Jialuo brothers were cute. Without the red flowers to accompany them, there would be no two of them, but that is a funeral. It was Zhang Jiajun who discovered her. At first I thought it was a small animal. Zhu Nu was wearing old cotton clothes, and she was holding a towel she had used as a baby in her hand. The sofa was huge, and she could only see a mass of objects wriggling. That day, Zhang Jiajun was waiting for the eldest son of the Zhu family. When he was free and free, he went over and saw that the little animal on the sofa had a small snow-white face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, which was very impressive. Zhang Jiajun was only eighteen years old at the time, but he already had the talent to discover beautiful women, so he went out with Zhu Nu. "How are you? Heh, read Shujian. You already know what a good novel is. Do you know that Shujian has illustrations? The author is called Yunjun. I'll get it for you sometime." He was so generous that he gave the old version to the children. Immediately Zhu Zhiliang took out the set of books and showed it to Chang Chun. Chang Chun was also moved. "He came to see his elder brother and always had a few words with me." Every word of Zhang Jiajun will be chewed by Zhu Nu for a long time. She is young and enthusiastic, but introverted and shy, and does not know how to express herself. Only Zhang Jiajun noticed that there was such a little girl in the corner. She read the original manuscript of the novel she learned to write to Zhang Jiajun. Zhang Jiajun laughed, "The heroine is a complete copy of Princess Xiangxiang." Zhu Nu was worried, "Does it look like plagiarism?" Zhang Jiajun added: "Later she went to study abroad, did she see her cousin again when she came back?" Zhu Nu replied, "I haven't decided yet." Zhang Jiajun said: "It's great to be a novelist. If you say no, the couple will be separated. If you say yes, if you have a lover, you will get married. There is no such thing in the real world." real. So Lawyer Zhu Zhiliang's childhood wish was to be a novelist. "Zhang Jiajun has always treated me like a little sister." He has all kinds of girlfriends. Then in the mid-seventies she went abroad to study. Zhu Nv said: "He kept sending me postcards, and not long after he came back, he told me that he was getting married, and his name was Changchun." Chang Chun took a sip of brandy, "Are you crying?" "The eyeballs almost fell out." "I'm not good enough for your Chen Jialuo?" Chang Chun smiled. "You already have children, and you have been married once, so there is indeed a gap between you and Concubine Xiang." Changchun laughed again. "He wrote me a letter." Zhu Nv opened the drawer, and Chang Chun was surprised. A lawyer is a lawyer. I didn't expect her to tidy up her personal letters so neatly. She flipped through them, took out a folder, found a certain page, and handed it to Chang Chun. . "About you." What a Changchun, she smiled slightly, "I don't have the habit of reading other people's letters." She refused to read. "That's why he fell in love with you." Zhu Nu was very impressed. No, Chang Chun answered in her heart: "Because she no longer loves Zhang Jiajun, and has no interest in what he did in the past." "He said he married you because it was like coming home to you." Chang Chun was silent. "That's the highest compliment for a woman." Chang Chun still didn't answer, she looked at her watch, "Twenty minutes have already passed." Zhu Zhiliang loves him for her reasons. Changchun also had her reasons for leaving him. Shortly after Qiqi was born, Zhang Jiajun started to socialize more and more, at first he didn't go home until after nine o'clock, then at eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, one o'clock, two o'clock, and he didn't return until dawn. Chang Chun said to him calmly, "You are already tired of this family." Zhang Jiajun's answer was very special: "Shi Biling, this family is too much like a family, I can't stand it." He is also right. Handsome, young and promising, he came home from get off work every day, only to see his wife wearing a toga, holding the baby in her arms, coaxing the older child to eat, and two maids constantly passing through the hall to make the sound. Changchun remembered that she asked him: "What is your ideal home like?" She wanted to see if she could do it. Zhang Jiajun replied: "Quiet and quiet, the light is dim, there are gardenias in the crystal jar, the fragrance is overwhelming, my wife is wearing a silk evening dress, holding out iced champagne." Chang Chun immediately replied: "What you need is a beautiful mistress." goodbye. Zhang Jiajun married Changchun for the same reason and broke up with her for the same reason. "The children are waiting for me." Changchun said. "Break up with him, did you cry?" "Only the tears of children are free." Zhu Zhiliang lowered his head, "I always want to do something for him, to repay him for his kindness." "I really have to go." Unexpectedly, when I left Zhu's house, it was already dark. Changchun is most afraid of the gloomy twilight, the bleak color makes her breathless, she just hopes to return to the small building in a hurry, hide in, hold a child in one arm, and ignore world affairs from now on. The children ran out to meet her as soon as they heard the key ring. Where can I find such loyal fans?You can really see where a person's time is spent, and you have to make sacrifices, otherwise you won't get paid. Kiki always listens to her mother telling stories before going to bed. What are you talking about?It is Jin Yong's famous book "Sword of Enmity and Enmity". We have already talked about the soul-stirring finale. Qiqi asked: "Has Princess Xiangxiang turned into a butterfly?" Chang Chun felt dejected. After a while Qiqi suddenly asked: "Dad will never come back, right?" Chang Chun nodded. "What does forever mean? Will he come back when I'm thirty?" "Qiqi, it's time to sleep, I'll discuss this issue with you another day." "When, Mom, when?" Kiki asked her mother to issue a promissory note. "When you were fifteen." She turned off the lights for Kiki. Ankang came up to meet him, "Father is looking for you." An Fuquan?He should be on his honeymoon. "Find me?" "Spiriting, I have something to ask." "You're welcome, please speak." "I'm not welcome in vain." Chang Chun was a little surprised, "Don't you guys already know each other very well?" "She refused to accept me staying overnight, and when it was time to sleep, she opened the door and told me to leave, followed by crying." Chang Chun was puzzled: "I don't see how I can help you." The conversation finally got to the point: "What was Ankang's reaction at that time?" Chang Chun smiled instead of angry. "May I ask how did you manage your health?" An Fuquan unexpectedly asked. Chang Chun said calmly: "Try to dance with him till dawn." With a bang, he dropped the microphone. Ankang asked worriedly, "What's the matter?" Chang Chun said angrily, "Don't ask me to listen to his calls from now on." Ankang said nothing. He went back to his room to do his homework. Immediately, Chang Chun felt that something was wrong, walked in, put his hand on his son's shoulder, and just about to say something, Ankang had already held her hand, everything was silent, mother and son had a clear mind, and there was no barrier at all. It is for this that Chang Chun lives hard day after day. She squatted down with a smile, and wanted to say something, but she shed tears first. After a while, Chang Chun stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, but still smiled, "Go to sleep." How did Ankang adapt at that time? So far, Changchun still feels sorry for the child. Ankang once lived with his father in shoes and socks for several months. An Fuquan is the only son in the family, but everyone has their own fate, and he is not favored at home. There are three eldest sisters above, and they have a very good relationship with their parents, and outsiders can't penetrate it. Of course Chang Chun is an outsider, and Chang Chun's child suddenly became an outsider for no reason. Mrs. An has long since retired and needs someone to accompany him for a walk, have tea and chat. His son and daughter-in-law are not free, so they call their daughter and son-in-law as companions. After a long time, they simply move in together, and their grandson also comes. Live together and raise. Ankang has no place to stand.