Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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It's actually a very cliché revenge story.

There is no reversal, no plot twists, no elaborate planning.

In a small alley in Yangyong County lives a 70-year-old woman. Her husband died early, and she had a car accident a few years ago. Now her mental state is very poor, and her memory is sometimes good and sometimes bad, but mostly bad.

Many times she can't remember who is who.

She often forgets to bring her keys, often goes out and stays in one place, forgetting what she is doing, and worse, she will get lost.

But there is one thing she will never forget, she remembers that she has two sons. The eldest son is very good. He relied on his grades to get out of the poor little place and has a future to look forward to.

The youngest son doesn't like to study, but he is filial. During the most difficult period when her husband left, the youngest son went to move goods without telling her, earning one or two hundred a day, and gave it to her without leaving a penny.

She has no job, and the source of income for the family is her husband. They have saved more than 300,000 yuan.

She keeps talking about leaving this money to her two young sons every day, as if she will not forget it if she keeps talking about it too much. As her brain function declined, she barely remembered the purpose of the money, but she always forgot where she put it.

Sometimes she put it under the pots and bowls after dinner, sometimes she took it out and looked at it and put it on the windowsill, sometimes she hid it under the sheets and quilts, and she couldn't remember it for several nights.

Later, she always kept it in her pocket and hid it like a treasure.

When the university started, her two sons had to leave her to go to school. Due to her illness, they gave all the money they earned from summer jobs to the neighbor uncle and asked him to help take care of the family.

She was also required to call once a day to report that she was safe.

She always regarded her sons' requests as a top priority and called them every day. Although she was not fluent, the word order was disordered, and there was no point in each sentence, it at least made them feel at ease.

The alley was very chaotic, there were more migrant workers than locals, theft was rampant, and local news was endless. No one paid attention to her Alzheimer's disease before, and even if they stole, they would not steal from her.

Until later, the neighbor uncle used her as a topic of conversation when chatting with others. The fact that she had hundreds of thousands of yuan in savings was like a hole in a sandbag, and many people knew about it.

Inconspicuous things disappeared one after another in the house. She was old and could not remember what she had and what she did not have. She did not even notice that the things were missing, let alone pursue the matter, call the police, and seek justice.

That day, the TV was taken away by the thief and sold to the rag collector. She was still carrying a cloth bag and went out, saying that she was going to buy chocolate for her youngest son. Qingqing liked to eat the imported chocolate sold in the supermarket the most...

She walked towards the supermarket with a staggering step, and was stopped by a skinny man at the corner. The man told her that his store sold better chocolate, whether it was the ingredients or the taste, it was ten thousand times better than the supermarket.

All mothers who love their children are the same.

They want to make their children happy and give them the best.