Zuo's carriage was galloping on the road. Kuangsha Literature Network
The coachman drove the carriage steadily, while Zuo Junmo came to the comfortable carriage in the back to chat with Mrs. Zuo to relieve her fatigue.
The journey back to Huguang County is estimated to take nearly four hours. When we arrive at Wanghai County at noon, we will go to a restaurant to have lunch and rest for a while before continuing on the road.
My mother will definitely doze off in the carriage after noon, so during the period before that, it is the filial duty that accompaniment mother should fulfill to relieve her boredom.
In the carriage, Zuo Junmo took the initiative to chat with Mrs. Zuo, looking at the scenery, fields, and villages passing by outside. He didn't seem to be very interested in seeing his mother, so Zuo Junmo quickly spoke to her. Reminds me of my trip to Changhuaizhou.
But Mrs. Zuo still looked distracted.
"Mom, are you tired?" Zuo Junmo asked.
Mrs. Zuo's heavy eyes fell on Zuo Junmo: "Jun Mo, mother is not tired, mother is lonely."
Zuo Junmo was startled.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "Yes, I have been living and eating with so many people during this period, especially the girl from Qing'er's family who is naturally lively and can make my mother laugh. We just separated, and my mother is not used to it. , it’s human nature to feel a little lonely, but it’s okay. After my son finishes his business trip to Changhuaizhou, he can stay at home and accompany his mother with peace of mind. I won’t go anywhere in the near future.”
Mrs. Zuo shook her head: "There is some loneliness that you can't fill. My mother is getting old and she likes children to be her companions."
Zuo Junmo was suddenly speechless and couldn't laugh anymore.
Mrs. Zuo continued: "Jun Mo, you are a good and filial son. Mom really can't find fault with you, and she can't bear to force things on you that you don't want to do."
"Don't worry, my mother won't marry you again this time."
When Zuo Junmo heard Mrs. Zuo's words, Zuo Junmo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but a deeper guilt also surged into his heart.
But obviously, Mrs. Zuo had something else to say.
"Jun Mo, my mother is getting old and wants a child to entertain her. Go and help your mother find some children and let me raise them!"
"Looking for a child?" Zuo Junmo was surprised.
Mrs. Zuo nodded: "It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. Go to those famine-stricken places to find those poor, fatherless and motherless children. All of them are under the age of five. I will raise them as grandchildren and give them to them." A place to take shelter from the wind and rain.”
Zuo Junmo was silent.
This time, he fell into a long silence...
Bring the kids back?
Something he had deliberately forgotten suddenly came to his mind.
Although nearly seven years have passed since that incident,...
"Jun Mo, why don't you speak? Does your mother's request also embarrass you?" Mrs. Zuo asked with a disappointed look on her face.
"In our family, there is no shortage of food for the children. Mom just wants the house to be more noisy and doesn't want to be too lonely in the evening. With the children by my side, you can feel more at ease outside."
"When the time comes, let them be recorded in your name and become your adopted sons. When you reach your mother's age in the future, you won't have anyone to talk to, what do you think?"
"I don't want to raise other people's children, I don't want an adopted son!" Zuo Junmo suddenly said, frowning.
Mrs. Zuo said: "What's wrong with your adopted son? If you have raised your son since he was a child and are sincerely good to him, he will naturally treat you as his biological father. People exchange hearts with each other. Look at Qing'er and Dazhi. How well the child was raised. Although he is in Yangzhou, letters from home come back every month, and the separation between mother and child is always..."
Zuo Junmo suddenly interrupted Mrs. Zuo: "Don't you just want a grandson? I'll just bring one back to you!"
"Ah?" Mrs. Zuo was stunned for a moment.
Zuo Junmo added: "My biological grandson!"
"What?"
Mrs. Zuo was so shocked that she stood up and hit her head directly on the roof of the carriage above her. The pain made the old lady see stars in her eyes.
"Mom, how are you? Sit down quickly and let me take a look. It's all my fault. It's my fault..."
Zuo Junmo was anxious and quickly helped Mrs. Zuo sit down.
Mrs. Zuo ignored the pain, held Zuo Junmo's hand tightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "What did you just say? My grandson? Your son? My grandson? Are you deceiving me?"
Zuo Junmo's brows furrowed even more tightly, "Son, don't dare to lie, it's true, it's my blood!"
Mrs. Zuo was so surprised that she almost screamed, and her nails almost made Zuo Junmo's hand bleed.
"When did it happen? Where is the child? Where is the child?" she asked repeatedly.
Finally, under Mrs. Zuo's serious questioning, Zuo Junmo had no choice but to tell Mrs. Zuo that he had an illegitimate child.
"The child should be almost seven years old, or six? Five? Well, almost seven years old. As for which month he was born, I didn't ask carefully... Oops!"
As soon as Zuo Junmo said something, Mrs. Zuo pinched his arm so hard that he gasped in pain.
"You bastard, are you talking humanly? You don't even know how old your son is? How did you become a father?"
"I never wanted to be that father. That child was an accident, an accident, a drunken accident!"
Mrs. Zuo was speechless.
She took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress the urge to strangle Zuo Junmo to death, "Who is the child's mother? Tell the truth about the situation."
Zuo Junmo said 'hmm', drooped his head, and muttered about the scandal he most wanted to cover up in his life...
"That was about seven or eight years ago. One time I escorted a batch of goods to Suzhou. That night I felt a little bad, so I went out for a walk alone."
"I was walking along the Suzhou River. It suddenly started raining while I was walking, and I had nowhere to hide. There happened to be a boat parked on the shore, and an old man wearing a bamboo hat called me to get on the boat to take shelter from the rain..."
"Did you get on the flower boat parked on the Suzhou River?" Mrs. Zuo asked in shock.
Although her son was able to support the family when he became an adult, she stayed at home and lived in peace, but after all, she had made a fortune outside in her early years and knew a little about things outside.
There are Goulan Courtyards and a street of brothels on the ground, and there are large and small flower boats on the water, all of which are selling skins in the sensual field.
When she thought that her direct grandson had half of the blood of that kind of promiscuous woman, Mrs. Zuo's previous excitement became a bit colder, and the look she looked at Zuo Junmo was even more angry!
Zuo Junmo was naturally aware of his mother's dissatisfaction, but since the conversation had already begun, he could only continue speaking.
"Mom, that girl is not a prostitute, but she doesn't have an honorable status either. She is a widow." Zuo Junmo said.
Mrs. Zuo was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't like the status of a widow, the widow was still a woman from an ordinary family, but her life was a bit harder, as long as she was not one of those people who show off in the world. Fupin Chinese
