It depicts a family of four. The two adults in the front are her and Tang Yazi. She and Tang Yazi are holding Chen'er and the baby between them.
A family of four walked hand in hand on the grass, and not far behind the four of them, there was a little head peeking out from behind a big tree.
The little head frowned and looked at the family of four in front of him with a look of resentment. The whole scene was filled with a kind of jealousy.
Moreover, there were many crosses drawn on the portrait of the child representing Chen'er.
In some places, I may have used too much force, and the forks even pierced the drawing paper. It can be seen that the painter used a lot of force when he painted this painting, or when he wanted to destroy the painting in the later stage. , how annoyed Chen'er was.
Is this... painted by Dazhi?
Yang Ruoqing held the drawing paper tightly with both hands, and couldn't help but think of the last time she brought in the green onion and egg pancakes.
Dazhi's busy look, and the brush that wasn't even put away...
Obviously, he must have been drawing at that time, and what he drew was the one she was holding in her hand now.
Yang Ruoqing was very angry.
For six years, this child has been coming to Changping Village since he was over one year old. He is even unsteady when he walks.
She raised him single-handedly and taught him to walk, talk, eat and dress independently.
Teach him how to be a good person and how to treat others politely.
This child has been frail and sickly since she was a child. Every time she gets sick, isn't she so anxious that bubbles form at the corners of her mouth?
That year he had a cough and fever and went to Yihechun Medical Center for nearly five days.
For five days, she and Tang Yazi stayed by the bedside, fully clothed, taking care of each other. She would hold them in her arms and patiently feed them small spoonfuls of medicine.
I cleaned him up and changed his clothes, but he didn't return to the village for five days, and he didn't even meet Baobao Luo.
In the end, he got better, but she and Tang Yazi lost a lot of weight.
Send him to school, teach him the principles of life, and plan for his future...
Although he is not his biological child, he has been raised for six years as if he were his own child.
In order to bring Chen'er back this time, considering the sensitive character of Dazhi, Yang Ruoqing had a good talk with him in advance.
But this kid is still like this...
Yang Ruoqing lowered her head again and looked at the drawing paper in her hand. Especially when she saw the dotted holes in Chen'er's portrait, her hands couldn't help but tremble.
Half angry, half shocked.
…
Tuoba Xian came to Yang Ruoqing's room to get something, and saw Yang Ruoqing sitting in front of the desk by the window with her back to her, motionless.
"So you are in the house? I thought there was no one in the house." Tuoba Xian said.
Yang Ruoqing remained motionless.
Tuoba Xian was surprised. Normal Qing'er was not like this. She was very polite to her elders.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"
Tuoba Xian came to the desk and saw Yang Ruoqing sitting there blankly, her face pale, and she turned a deaf ear to her questions.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Tuoba Xian asked worriedly, feeling more and more that something was wrong with Yang Ruoqing today.
But when she changed Baby Luo's clothes in the morning, Qing'er was still fine.
"Mom, as parents, we work so hard to pull our children, just like the old bird feeding the little bird bite by bite. What are we trying to do?"
Yang Ruoqing did not answer Tuoba Xian's question, but murmured to herself.
Tuoba Xian was stunned for a moment, and then followed Yang Ruoqing's gaze and looked out the window.
Outside the window is a tree with a bird's nest built on the tree. Several birds that have not yet opened their eyes are huddled together, their mouths wide open, vying to receive the food from the old bird.
The old bird went back and forth, picking up small insects from nowhere, and feeding the little birds next to Shun'er, working tirelessly.
"Whether it's the birds, the lambs, or us humans, the primates of all things,"
"I feed my children with all my heart in this way. Even if they are not my biological children, over time, I will have feelings for them."
"However, the little birds couldn't understand the painstaking efforts of the old birds, so they crowded around each other, became jealous, and resented their brothers and sisters for eating one more bite, which led to resentment."
"Mom, I suddenly feel a little confused."
Yang Ruoqing murmured.
As an agent in her previous life, she was, to put it bluntly, a humanoid machine with little human emotion.
In this life, she was surrounded by family and trapped in the life of a wealthy family. It took her ten years to transform herself into a real person with flesh and blood and emotions.
Whether in business or in other aspects, no matter how difficult it was, she was never confused or powerless.
But now, she really doesn't know what to do.
"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Just tell me what's on your mind, and I'll help you think about it." Tuoba Xian pulled a stool over, sat down next to Yang Ruoqing, and said seriously.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes finally moved back from the bird's nest. She took out a ball of crumpled paper from her sleeve and placed it in front of Tuoba Xian.
"Mom will understand after seeing it," she said.
Tuoba Xian took the letter and spread it out. After just one glance, her brows furrowed.
"Who drew this? Why did a harmonious family like this poke me like this on my body? How much hatred is this?"
Tuoba Xian's tone was also a little unstable.
"Huh? Where is Zhi'er? Why don't you see Zhi'er?" Tuoba Xian asked again.
Yang Ruoqing said: "There is a tree behind, hide behind the tree."
Tuoba Xian moved one of her fingers away, and she saw a crooked-necked tree. A head poked out from behind the tree, peering at a family of four holding hands in front of them.
Across the paper, Tuoba Xian could feel the envy and jealousy in the peeping eyes.
"Where did you get this drawing paper? Who drew it?" Tuoba Xian asked again.
In the eyes of the eldest princess, a look of majesty and anger that had not been seen for many years flashed across her eyes.
Dare to insult the portrait of her grandson in this way, and dare to paint Zhi'er in such a vulgar way, Tuoba Xian will not spare this painter lightly.
"I found it in Dazhi's house. He hid it under the bed." Yang Ruoqing said.
Tuoba Xian was stunned, and her mind went blank for a moment.
Yang Ruoqing saw Tuoba Xian's reaction and knew that she was going through the same feelings she had before.
Shocked, angry, then stunned, and finally not knowing what to do.
Both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were silent, sitting facing each other without speaking.
The crumpled drawing paper was placed on the table. It was so dazzling and hot to the touch.
After a moment, Tuoba Xian was the first to speak: "To be honest, we have not treated Dazhi badly in the past six years."
"Especially you and Tang Yazi, you treat him like your own child. Whatever the baby has, he has."
"This is not perfunctory, nor is it for outsiders to see, but it is a sincere love for this child."
Tuoba Xian said slowly.
