Chapter 95 Can't sell my 100th Lock

Author: Child Practice

Chapter 95 Can't sell my 100th Lock

My mom is back.

We came back by car early in the morning. When we got home, we were still sleeping. As soon as we woke up, we heard rustling sounds.

It seems to be the iron biscuit box containing jewelry.

My grandfather was receiving treatment in the hospital and did not choose chemotherapy. It was expensive and cannot be cured. What was prolonged may be life, but there must be the pain of chemotherapy. The body will become weak day by day due to chemotherapy.

My hair will fall out and my whole face will be pale. These are what I see from TV.

Can such a person really have a day to recover?

Early cancers, I think it's possible.

In the middle and late stages, there is also a day of recovery. I have heard of examples of healing without treatment. I come to spend my last days happily every day. When I feel better, I will lose my illness.

That's a lower probability than winning the lottery.

Besides, the person who my grandfather was most worried about was my uncle. The more he was seriously ill, the more he was talking about him leaving. What should I do if my uncle was disobedient? What should I do if my grandmother left alone?

My mother has been taking care of her, saying that she doesn't care is definitely fake, otherwise she won't come back to tell us about this.

Country people, sons are important.

Mom is the eldest, and uncle is the second, not twins. First, there is a mother and then a uncle.

Even if you say more good things about your mother on weekdays, you still value your boys, and you don’t like girls.

Another reason I don’t like my grandfather is that he created my mother’s character, and what my mother did affected my personality.

In fact, everyone understands that spending money in the hospital will be in vain. Grandpa will leave sooner or later.

However, my mother stayed here for two days, packed up her house, prepared some things and had to go there.

Be filial.

I know, otherwise others would gossip, and their old man would not take him to the hospital for a visit when he was sick. He would be heartless, and he would be heartless.

Have you seen it?

When someone dies, they will still gossip and can't watch it well. They will pick him up early and take him out for fun and buy some delicious food. It would be better if they don't spend this in vain.

This is the case in the town, and the countryside is a place where all the trivial matters can be spread, let alone the head of the family is cancerous, so the neighbors must have spread all over the neighborhood.

Then who doesn’t have a son to pass on the family line?

In the past, if you don’t want to move, you have to have a son.

So, I shouldn't blame my grandfather, but he left everything to his uncle and asked his mother to take our family's money out. Even though he knew he couldn't see it well, he would be tough and say he would not be cured. Can't he go home and rest?

People are the same if they are afraid of death.

Then our family is so poor that there is no penny. What should we do if someone gets sick? If you see it well, it will become a bad person.

"Your grandpa said you want to go home. Your grandma and I asked him to treat him for a while to see if it would improve." Mom rummaged through boxes and cabinets at home, her eyes turned red, "Your grandma kept asking me, Yuemei, what should I do? What should she do if my grandpa dies?"

what to do?

Isn't there a mother here?

My grandmother also made me feel annoyed. With my cousin, I couldn’t wait to take care of my grandson. My sister and I have been raised by my grandmother since I was a child. My grandmother likes us, but she likes her grandson more.

"You said, what can I do?" Mom took out the jewelry box and asked us two, "What's the best thing to look at? If you can't, you'll feel more at ease."

We remain silent.

The jewelry box was opened and the things inside were taken out, and my mother explained it to us.

"This is the centenarian lock that your grandfather bought when you were young, the silver bracelet that your grandmother bought, this is your dad's gold ring, and this is the bracelet that your grandmother gave me." Mom couldn't bear to leave.

I can't bear to bear it. At least what my grandparents gave us cannot be sold, and nothing else has to do with me.

"Mom, you want to sell it?" the sister asked first.

My eyes were fixed on the 100-year-old lock, silver, grandpa must hope that this thing can bless us to grow up safely and live for a long time.

But grandpa is impossible.

Didn’t his grandfather give him a hundred-year-old lock?

"It's not enough to sell it." Mom touched her sister's head and asked us two again: "Do you think you want to sell it?"

The sister hesitated and said, looking at her mother, "Whatever you want, sell it."

"Can't sell it." I shouted to get the centenarian locks of myself and my sister, and the silver bracelets bought by my grandmother. These are all ours. They can't be sold out. If you exchange it for money, it will be wasteful.

At this time, you should be more rational, otherwise you will be able to cry if you lose both your life and money.

Mom is already crying.

I held my own things and didn't want to give them out, and didn't want to talk nonsense to her. Filial piety or not is her daughter's business. My sister and I should be the one who is the most filial to me.

Don't use my things for favors.

"You kid, I didn't plan to sell this." Mom didn't scold me when she was angry and stretched out her hand and said, "Give it."

"What are you going to do?" I was afraid that she would lie to me.

Mom sighed, "Let it go, listen to yours, don't sell it, don't sell it."

"Yeah." I gave it to my mother.

But she still used some of the things inside to exchange for some money. It was her own jewelry. Grandpa bought it for her, and only one left was left. All the others were sold, just a drop in the bucket.

We had dinner in the store at night, my mother was cooking with a gloomy face, and my sister and I were playing games.

The former squad leader came over and saw that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at the back door and greeted him enthusiastically: "Auntie, you are cooking, do you want me to help?"

"Yes, I'm cooking, don't bother you." Mom immediately changed to a smile.

"Won't Wenwen help you?" The former squad leader looked at me and asked his mother strangely.

Mom was also surprised: "What can she help?"

The former squad leader explained: "She also made egg dumplings yesterday."

"Is that?" Mom chuckled, "How does it taste?"

"It's a little salty." The original squad leader had never tasted it, but she still heard the conversation between us and our father.

"She can't cook." Mom only knew to deny me, no matter when.

snort.

I didn't make it for her to eat.

"However, it's good to eat it for the first time." Mom poked her head out of the back door, "Would you like to eat roast chicken? I'll buy a half of it. Don't play games. The classmates are all here to help, so why don't you come over and see it quickly, so you won't say there are ants in the dish again."

Obviously there is.

"Here you." I got up first and my sister ended the game.

"Help me wash the vegetables and cut the cucumbers." Mom ordered, untied her apron and tied it to me.

In this way, I am just pretty.

"I got it." I was eager to try and cut the cucumbers into plates, and took them to the place outside where ants could not reach. After cutting them twice, the former squad leader said interestingly: "I want to try it too."

"Give it to you." I gave her the kitchen knife.

She was afraid again: "Forget it, I'm afraid I can't get it right, so why don't you help you wash the vegetables."

I'm afraid she won't wash it clean.

It's better to cut the melon.

She wasn't afraid of cutting her hands? Anyway, it was edible, and it didn't matter what was strange.

I put down the kitchen knife, walked out and said, "Cut whatever you want, don't drop it outside."

She hesitated and walked over to take action. She held the kitchen knife in her hand and didn't dare to hold it hard. She pressed the cucumber's hand and only dared to place it far away from the kitchen knife. She aimed it for a long time before she was slow to cut it down. Instead of continuing to cut, she looked at me and smiled: "Although it's a bit difficult, it's really interesting."

Yeah?

That's good.
Chapter completed!