At the entrance of the station, Wang Ying saw Li Jingming sitting in a wheelchair. Her legs softened and her heart skipped a beat, but she still pretended to be calm.
My legs have been healed, so why are I still sitting in a wheelchair?
Father Li's eyes were heavy, filled with indescribable sadness.
Same questions, same worries.
Li Jingming knew that they were worried about him.
"Daughter-in-law, stop for a moment."
Yang Lina knew that everyone's mood was complicated at this moment. They couldn't be happy because they didn't see Li Jingming walking.
When the wheelchair stopped, Li Jingming stood up straight and took a few steps forward.
After all, my legs have only been recuperating for a month, and they are still a little sore when walking.
Wang Ying covered her mouth and shed tears in excitement.
Her son could finally walk and was no longer a cripple.
Father Li's anxious heart calmed down, he just glanced silently and turned around, leaving only his hunched back.
Because she rented a tractor, Wang Ying was happy and went to the town to buy some fruit candies, melon seeds, peanuts and so on.
It was time to celebrate that her son was no longer lame. She was determined to spread the news to several surrounding villages and restore her son's reputation.
Yang Lina also bought a lot of small things. The New Year's goods were all prepared, and the family happily walked towards Yangjiacun.
The Chinese New Year was just two days away, and the market was extremely crowded. When Yang Lina got on the tractor, she didn't notice a fiery gaze staring at her from behind.
In the middle of winter, Luo Xiaoyan was wearing a blue handmade cotton-padded jacket, with a green scarf around her head, and her rough face turned black and red.
She noticed Yang Lina, with her gloves in her sleeves, and a pair of weathered eyes staring at Yang Lina's back with resentment.
Yang Lina looks much younger again, and the clothes she wears are also the most fashionable at the moment.
That red down jacket costs more than 200 yuan a piece in the county town, and only rich people can afford it.
Why is her skin so white, and her waist is thinner than before, as if she can cut it off with just a single force of her hands?
Sure enough, being married to Li Jingming is a blessing.
She moved her eyes and noticed Li Jingming in the car, who was wearing brand new clothes. He was smiling and gently helped Yang Lina put the broken hair behind her ears. The loving look in their eyes made Luo Xiaoyan feel extremely dazzling.
Didn't it mean that Yang Liye escaped and almost killed Yang Lina?
Didn't it mean that although Li Jingming earned tens of thousands, he was still half dead under the weight of the stone?
Why did I just take a look at him today and feel that not only does he look good, but he is also much more energetic than before?
Luo Xiaoyan's intestines turned green with regret.
In the beginning, we should not have looked down upon others, disliked the poor and loved the rich, and we should not have disliked Li Jingming for being a cripple.
If she didn't dislike Li Jingming for being a cripple, the person wearing the down jacket now would be her, and the person sitting next to Li Jingming would also be her.
When she heard the news that Li Jingming was injured, Luo Xiaoyan felt a little sorry at first, but when she thought of Yang Lina's arrogant and self-respecting expression, she felt angry in her heart.
She even felt that God should crush Li Jingming to death, and it would be better to let Yang Lina become a widow and become infamous, so that she would never get married again in this life.
When I saw him today, he was completely unexpected.
Now, the news that Li Jingming has earned tens of thousands in a few months has spread throughout the town.
A lame man turned around and became a millionaire household that others only dream of, making everyone jealous when they look at him.
But, now that he has become a millionaire, wouldn’t he care about Yang Lina’s abuse?
Thinking of this, Luo Xiaoyan felt that she still had hope.
Although she gave birth to a son to Feng Zhijun, she was not spoiled and her body was still clean.
But Yang Lina is different. She was slept with by the smelly old man. Compared with this, she still has hope.
Thinking of Feng Zhijun's indifference to her, Luo Xiaoyan gritted her teeth and reluctantly bought a snack and a bottle of Erguotou. She thought about going back to freshen up and go see Li Jingming and express her feelings.
Even if there is no hope of getting back together between the two of them, at least Li Jingming is a nostalgic person. See if he can help himself and become a relative when the time comes.
After Yang Lina returned home, she found that the house was in full swing.
There are brand new bright red sheets and quilt covers on the bed, the fire is burning brightly in the stove, the kang is warm, and even the grass in the vegetable greenhouse that I grew myself has been pulled clean.
Outside the window, heavy snow was flying like feathers, and Yang Lina didn't feel the cold at all.
She felt her eyes were hot, and when she turned around in shock, she saw Wang Ying standing behind her, looking at her and smiling kindly.
I couldn't help but shed tears. In my mind were the scenes of the previous owner and Wang Ying quarreling, and the scene of Wang Ying attacking him, acting violently, and blocking the knife.
These images flashed in front of Yang Lina like slow motion in a movie.
Yang Lina threw herself into Wang Ying's arms, swallowed for a long time, and called out "Mom."
This sound, Ma, contains too much grievance, sadness, and grief.
Wang Ying felt hot in her heart, her eyes were red, and she gently stroked Yang Lina's black hair to her back with her hands.
"Hey, silly boy, why are you crying?"
Li Jingming looked at this scene, seemingly pleased, touched, and sad.
My daughter-in-law is only eighteen years old, and what she has experienced along the way is not something she can bear at her age.
"Okay, okay, don't cry. If people see it, they will think I'm bullying you."
Wang Ying coaxed Yang Lina like a child.
Li Jingxuan, who was moving things, saw this scene, smiled, pretended to be displeased, and slapped Yang Lina with his butt.
"Mom, you are so partial. You haven't laid out a bed sheet or quilt cover for me since I was in junior high school. You haven't hugged me for a long time. Hug me now."
Li Jingxuan put down what he was holding and stood around childishly.
"You are everywhere, why are you holding me in my arms? Sooner or later you will get married, so go away."
Wang Ying shouted sharply.
Yang Lina burst into laughter, wiped away her tears, sniffed, turned around and found something for herself to cover up her embarrassment.
Alas, there is really no future.
Such a small gesture could actually make her nose runny.
Wang Ying blocked the knife for herself and did so much. The hurt and pain in her heart before really seemed to have healed a lot.
It seems that all along, she didn't want much.
It’s just that maternal love is so valuable.
In her last life, she had never experienced what maternal love felt like.
However, she seems to understand a little bit now.
The warm smell makes you feel like there is a gleam of light on the dark road, making you no longer panic, no longer afraid, no longer sad.
The news of Li Jingming's return spread throughout several villages in less than one afternoon.
Of course, the first person to know was Zhang Kaikai.
I opened it and put it in the market. I heard someone said that Li Jingming was back, so I hurried back and went straight to Yang Lina's house.