Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

37-2

"Our roots are in the village. We are from two different worlds than the city. Your sister has the opportunity to study there, but she will never belong there. You two should be honest and find a good family to marry and have children..."

Cheng Chi interrupted her sullenly: "I don't want to get married."

Yan Lilan forced a smile and said, "Are you blaming mom for always focusing on your sister and neglecting you? Are you angry with mom?"

Cheng Chi shook his head: "It has nothing to do with this. Even if Xue Yu wasn't there, I wouldn't have any feelings for girls."

Yan Lilan couldn't describe her feelings at that moment. The world was spinning in front of her eyes. She felt as if she was trapped in a tsunami, and her eardrums were hurting from the water pressure.

"What a sin! What a sin!"

Yan Lilan felt heartbroken. She vaguely remembered that there was a famine that year and the whole family had no food to eat. She walked dozens of kilometers to the city, picked up leftovers that rich people threw into the trash cans, and barely raised her children.

Those days were so miserable that she felt like a living hell. After going through that period, Yan Lilan thought that her suffering must have come to an end. However, she didn't expect that it was not the case. Even more devastating things happened just now.

Her son is sick.

He was very ill, but she didn't know how to save him.

How could someone who has been honest all his life get such a strange disease? How could someone like men?

Seeing Yan Lilan's eyes slightly red and her lips trembling uncontrollably, Cheng Chi picked up the kettle and poured her more water. The moonlight from outside sprinkled in, revealing a little loneliness in his eyes: "Mom, don't worry, it's just that I like him... He won't like me."

Yan Lilan couldn't listen and shook her head mechanically, as if her soul had left her body: "I met a girl in the factory, she's pretty. The factory is closed tomorrow and we don't have to work. I'll bring her over tomorrow so you can meet her."

Just get married, just get married.

After a long time, even if it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, it will not be criticized by the villagers.

Cheng Chi frowned: "...Mom."

He wanted to say something, but Yan Lilan didn't listen or reply. She just kept talking to herself and arranged a meeting for him tomorrow. Her son was confused, but she, as a mother, had to be sober.

She staggered towards the stove, a few strands of silver hair falling from her forehead, brushing against her dry, chapped lips.

After a while, she said, "You haven't seen your sister for a long time. Pack up your things tonight and take a bus to see her the day after tomorrow. It would be best if you stay for a few days so you can get to know the big city."

Yan Lilan's daughter goes to school in the city. She was afraid that her daughter would not have enough food and clothing, so she rented a house at a special price not far from the city. It takes at least four or five hours to drive there from the village.

How could Cheng Chi not understand what she meant.

This means that he should not see Pei Xueyu again.

…

The next morning, a Honda car that was inconsistent with the village style drove into the village.

People who have lived here for a long time know that the car is filled with village cadres, who were elected by everyone because of their hard work and ability. A while ago, in order to actively respond to the strategy of rural revitalization, they went to the town to hold a few days of meetings.