CH 145

Grandma Li has experienced so many things in her life. Her husband and son died prematurely in her middle age, her granddaughter had an accident in her old age, and her grandson went to prison. She had already watched her days passed by when she lived with her granddaughter. Before, she used to hope that the He family would spread up the branch and leaves and she could embrace her great-grandchildren.

But after so many years, she no longer fantasizes about it.

She wiped a tear and said to her grandson, "Enough."

"Brother Bai, don't work too hard. Pay attention to your body. These days are already very good, with enough food and clothing, and our family reunited."

What else is she not content with?

"Grandma's biggest wish now is for Brother Bai to eat more and take a good rest. You are too thin." She said, placing her palm on her grandson's thin face.

He was dressed in a neat tunic, a talented person, but just too thin. Thin enough to make the cheekbones clearly visible, which made her, as the elderly, feel distressed.

His eldest sister said with a smile, gesturing, "Brother Bai, today, have an extra bowl of rice."

He Songbai was accustomed to his elder sister's soft and gentle voice. Looking at her gesturing again, he was no longer able to adapt. After he sold his ancestral treasures in the countryside, he took his eldest sister to the hospital to check. But because of the missed opportunity for treatment, the chance that her ears may be cured was very low.

In the past two years, He Songbai took his big sister to the northern part of the South China Sea. She went to a hospital in a big city. After two years of treatment, she could only recover a little bit of hearing.

In addition, he invested money in developing medical devices supported by his own electronic factory. The technology of hearing aids in this year is far less developed than that of future generations. In order to make the best hearing aids for his elder sister, He Songbai specially organized a research and development team.

He stared at his elder sister with a calm smile on her face. There was a warm affinity in her, making people look at her heart.

He rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Sister, I will send you to study at the university."

Although their lives' trajectory in this life had been different from his previous life, no matter how much pain they felt from the ups and downs, it was already the past.

The world was still so big and so exciting, people have to work hard to look forward. Everyone had to make themselves good and happy. How can a bad person qualified to be happy?

He Songye waved her hands in horror, "Brother, I can't."

He Songbai raised his lips and showed his teeth, "I said you could."

...

In the military compound...

Zhao Lanxiang took care of herself in the hospital for half a month before returning home. Originally, she was supposed to sit well in confinement after giving birth, but this time, her body worsened. She was happy to have confinement sitting in the hospital. She was not willing to go back to her cold and depressing home.

A bright red picture will always be in her mind, with a strong bloody smell. Her blood and her child's shed all over the place, and she was struggling desperately on the ground.

She didn't dare to think back, but when she dreamed at night, she would dream of a cute baby. He was so small, his body was so soft, he could not even speak, and he laughed like a pure angel.

For seven full months, he accompanied her obediently in her stomach. He was not tumultuous or coquettish. Except for the first two months, he hardly tossed his mother during pregnancy. Perhaps he knew that he was not a child born in anticipation. He was so good that Zhao Lanxiang felt guilty and distressed. She also loved talking to him the most.1

Zhao Lanxiang began to make clothes for him from the third months of her pregnancy and knit small shoes with wool. He has small hats knitted from multicolored wool, soft socks, thin summer shirts, warm autumn clothes, and thick winter clothes. Although Zhao Lanxiang did not go to work, she can make money. She usually made custom-made clothes in her free time, designs clothes, and sells the drawings to factories in emerging areas.

Most of the money she saved was spent on this child—Infant formula, bathtub, toys, bed, all sort of fragmented and miscellaneous things almost filling their home.

There are his shadows everywhere, why he... suddenly disappeared.1

Zhao Lanxiang didn't want to go back to that home at all. She would definitely not bear it when she went back to see those things. She buried him in the cold mud with her own hand, and he would never come back.

But she still has to bear the grief of losing him.

In the days of her recuperation, Feng Lian quit her teaching job to take care of her daughter. She looked very distressed at her daughter's thinning face. She never dared to show a little sadness in front of Zhao Lanxiang, but she cried a few times in private. The doctor had talked to her once, and the implication was that her daughter might have lost her fertility.

Feng Lian worked hard to keep this secret and dared not reveal it.

Day by day, Zhao Lanxiang finally finished her one-month rest, and she had to go home.

Jiang Jianjun came to pick her up on the day she returned home. He shaved his hair clean and short, and he was full of energy. Although he lost a lot of weight during this period, he was still handsome and attractive.

Jiang Jianjun silently packed Zhao Lanxiang's clothes and folded them one by one, as if using the patience he had never had before. He drove to the military compound. Their speed was so slow that there were almost no bumps on the road.

Zhao Lanxiang returned to their home and pushed the door open. The room was still clean and spotless, with clear windows.

It's just that the baby toys, small wooden bed, and strollers that were everywhere were gone, and they completely looked like a year ago. It seemed as if time had erased the child's trace so that she could deceive herself with peace of mind.

Jiang Jianjun put on an apron. "Wait a minute. I'll make lunch for you."

He seldom has the opportunity to cook because he was too busy with training is. Coupled with his good family background, his good standing, he did not have to do anything himself. He slowly and awkwardly made a tomato scrambled egg, steamed fish, and yam stewed chicken soup with red dates. The old chicken soup still needs to be stewed for a while. He stares at the flickering flame on the stove, took a deep breath, and took off his apron.

He looked for Zhao Lanxiang and saw her standing in front of the cabinet in the room.

He asked, "What's wrong? Go wash your hands. The meal will soon be ready--"

He hadn't finished his words yet, and his sight run into a triangle in her hand.

It was during the Spring Festival last year. In order to pray for the children, Zhao Lanxiang took him to the temple to put a stick of incense.