The mother of Jingyun, Ma Cuifang, sat in front of her husband's tombstone all night, crying and talking to herself.

Zhang Shidong put his clothes on Ling Jingyun's body, hugged her, and sat on the stairs in the distance until dawn.

It was not until the sun drove away the mist of dawn and began to melt the deposited ice and snow that Ma Cuifang walked out with her tired and cold body, and was depressed by the coldness all over her body. It would be strange if she was old and good health overnight. Seeing Zhang Shidong and Ling Jingyun, she was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and walked past the two with a little shame.

A woman with an extreme personality only recognizes one thing in her life, and her life only lives for one thing, and only lives for one person. She has only guilt when dealing with her daughter, and this guilt makes her choose to ignore it.

Ling Jingyun held back her tears, stood up with a grin, and walked out in a daze. She knew about her mother's choice a few years ago. She always hoped that one day it would be a home, not a cold temporary residence. After a few years, her dream had not come true. After her father left, her mother also left, leaving only a body.

She fulfilled love, but lost everything forever, and there was nothing worthy of attention in her life.

"Auntie, get in the car, it's cold this morning."

When she got into the warm car, Ma Cuifang never looked up. She felt guilty not because of her debt, but because she could not look back. She saw the pain of her daughter over the years, but was just unable to help her. The meaning of life has been lost, and all she left is hard work.

Ling Jingyun hesitated for a while, and was interrupted by Zhang Shidong several times. This time it hurt her too much and she couldn't help it. The years of depression and anger that had been gathered and released. She could no longer help it, and she had completely collapsed.

After several years, she insisted and carried it, but the result was like this, without any change.

I sat upright and looked ahead, tears rolled down from my eyes, with indifferent expressions. There was no greater sorrow than death in my heart. Even my biological mother and daughter could not maintain their feelings based on their bloodline nature. After years of hard work, I have not gained anything. My minor took on the heavy responsibility of the family. What was the result? Is it indifference or...

In the small house that was only a few square meters, Jingyun shrank in the quilt, his body trembled, and his mood fluctuated all night. After entering the house, he came from the car to the cold environment. After he insisted on setting a fire for the stove, he fell down.

Ma Cuifang still said nothing. After she came back, she entered her room. Faced with the disease, she was afraid of being sick for a long time, and didn't care if the room was cold. She got into the quilt and continued her longing life.

Zhang Shidong hugged Ling Jingyun, feeling that the other party was not only because of the cold, but also because of the trembling of heart. He gently patted her back. At this time, any words were pale. When he spread such a family, he could only say that Ling Jingyun's fate was too tragic. It was not scary to be miserable. If the mother and daughter could snuggle up with each other, at least, their hearts were warm, but Ma Cuifang's heart was left on her husband. The glory and greatness of motherhood did not overcome the longing of love.

Tears wet Zhang Shidong's pants and quilt feet. The gradually warmed up the room made physiology overcome the psychology, making Jingyun fall asleep in a daze. In the dream, her body curled up and motionless. A single bed only took half of the girl of her height. She hugged her calves with her hands. The more she slept, the tighter she shrank. The strong girl was unwilling to rely on others' help but had no sense of security. Her life was at least tragic before today.

Gently covering her with a quilt and feeling the temperature in the room, Zhang Shidong sighed, gently pushed open the door and walked out. In front of the stove pit in the kitchen, Ma Cuifang was putting pieces of coal into the stove pit. When he saw Zhang Shidong, his eyes that were indifferent and unsightly showed a faint sense: "Go into the house and sit."

It was not a pity that Zhang Shidong was present. Ma Cuifang, who had burned water through the fire, entered the house, poured a glass of water for him, and shrank into a thick quilt. He leaned against the warm wall more than one meter high, and his teeth trembled up and down: "Can you take care of her?"

Zhang Shidong thought for a while and nodded: "She is my friend."

Ma Cuifang sighed, her body shrank, and she didn't say anything else.

Is a mother who can hide from her daughter's love to release her emotions only when she is on a business trip? Is she so heartless?

After a long time, Ma Cuifang's face opened with a different rosy expression: "When Lao Ling left, he told me to bring Xiaoyun up well and watch her get married. I insisted, but I couldn't do it."

Zhang Shidong took out the cigarette, saw that Ma Cuifang didn't mind, and lit one: "How did Uncle leave?"

With a word, Ma Cuifang's tears rolled down her face. When Zhang Shidong finished smoking a cigarette, she calmed down her emotions and spoke slowly: "I know she hated me and blamed me, so I. Lao Ling had an accident because she worked continuously overtime in exchange for holidays to accompany her to the beach to play. At that time, I was about to collapse and didn't even dare to see her, for fear of doing anything I would do. I am a good wife, but a woman who is destined to be scolded by thousands of people and is not qualified to bear the word "mother".

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Life is unfair to Ling Jingyun, and similarly, life is unfair to Ma Cuifang. If the pillars of this family do not collapse, it will be a beautiful family, but the man who supports the lives of two women will leave early.

Zhang Shidong looked at Ma Cuifang with sadness. This was a hopeless woman. There was no magic medicine in the world that could save her. Living was the greatest torture for her.

Ma Cuifang also looked at Zhang Shidong, her eyes full of pleading. The simpler the person, the more accurate he is to look at others. She believed that Zhang Shidong was a man who would do what he said, and hoped that he could give her a promise that would make her give her.

"I will find her a good home. I cannot promise marriage or love. Auntie, you know better than me. That requires both parties to each other. All I can promise is existence. No matter what happens, I will always be by her side. Protect her, and you can also be as an elder brother."

Zhang Shidong said every word very hard and bite it very hard, so that Ma Cuifang could hear every word clearly.

"Auntie is tired, I'm going to sleep. Oh, by the way, you can help me take this, it makes my head uncomfortable." Ma Cuifang was like a balloon full of breath, and a small hole was released. The breath of the whole body relaxed. Her face was even more rosy. Her whole body suddenly became more ruddy. She couldn't see any sick look. She picked out an old-fashioned tin candy cake box from under the quilt under the pillow and handed it to Zhang Shidong. Her body shrank in the quilt, lay down and closed her eyes...

Zhang Shidong walked forward and looked at the face with his eyes closed, calm, peaceful, liberated, and let go.

He stuffed the corner of the quilt, and finally reached out to sort out the radiance that flew out of Ma Cuifang on his forehead.

After smoking a cigarette, Zhang Shidong pushed open the door and walked out. There was still a woman squatting in the stove pit, filling in broken coals.

Zhang Shidong walked forward, hugged Ling Jingyun tightly, pressed her head in his arms, and let her face press tightly against his chest. He smelled the fragrance of shampoo in his hair, and murmured: "I will take care of you in the future."

"I can't hold on, I really can't hold on. Can you rely on your shoulders?" In Zhang Shidong's arms, Ling Jingyun wiped tears, snot, and the deepest weakness in her heart. Several years of persistence were destroyed by the collapsed blow. Now she just wants to take a good rest, give up all persistence, live a more relaxed life, and live a life that many people advised her for a long time.

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Ma Cuifang left and went to pursue her love. When she lay there, her heart stopped beating automatically, and she was very peaceful, with a stiff smile on her face.

The funeral was held very simple. Over the years, as Ling Jingyun held his father's compensation tightly, he slowly spent it on his family and mother. The relatives and friends didn't move around. Apart from a few of the most straightforward relatives came to see it, there were only neighbors around him. A Guang and his people arranged the funeral in an orderly manner, simple but not simple. Facing the fingers and fingers of some people, Jingyun had not seen it, wearing a black women's suit, half-length and half-short hair, and wearing sunglasses, unable to see the expression of his eyes clearly. He stood beside Zhang Shidong, like a puppet, looking at the two names on the tombstone, and putting a bouquet of flowers on it.

The show of A Guang and his subordinates, Zhang Shidong's Q7, made some poor neighbors and bad-mouthed relatives secretly discuss. In the past, Jingyun was afraid of such comments. Now, she suddenly realized that she was not afraid of anything and nothing could scare herself.

Walking out of the cemetery, Zhang Shidong drove Ling Jingyun to a very famous hair salon in the city. He untied the long hair that had been coiled on her head, pointed to the color page of a hairstyle model on the wall, and said to Ling Jingyun: "From today on, your long hair will not float for anyone!"

PS: Thanks to andy Chen for your reward!

PS2: I deserved to die. I actually calmly forgot to update in the afternoon. It’s so scary to get used to this thing. I try to write and try to update it in the evening!
Chapter completed!