she fell from the galaxy

At the gate of Jincheng Prison, the heavy door opened slowly.

With the support of two female prison guards, Weng Xiaomei came out dragging her heavy sick body.

Her face was pale and her eyes were dull, perhaps due to pain, her expression looked very painful.

In just two months, Weng Xiaomei has been reduced from a lofty lady to a terminal cancer patient.

It is sad to think about it, her life clock is already counting down, as if living an extra day is suffering.

Zhu Wuyou helped Weng Xiaomei from the prison guard, and called her: "Mom."

Weng Xiaomei glared at her displeasedly, and there was a bit of stubbornness in her voice: "What are you doing here?"

She seemed to hate to see her.

Up to this time, her attitude towards her has not changed at all.

Weng Xiaomei shook off her hand directly, and said in a bad tone: "Let go, I don't need your help."

Is this what Lin Yunlang said that her mother has changed a lot?

Not necessarily.

Lin Yunlang stretched out his hand to help Weng Xiaomei. This time, she did not refuse, but cooperated very well.

Weng Xiaomei's completely different attitude towards the two made Zhu Wuyou, the biological daughter, even more embarrassed.

Lin Yunlang settled down Weng Xiaomei, and comforted Zhu Wuyou in a low voice: "Auntie, she may not be in a good mood today."

"I'm fine." Zhu Wuyou pursed his lips tightly, revealing a forced smile.

To take care of a terminally ill patient like her mother, she had already made the necessary psychological preparations.

The car galloped all the way.

The atmosphere in the car was heavy, and none of the three spoke.

Zhu Wuyou in the front passenger seat glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.

Weng Xiaomei leaned her head on the seat to rest, and there was a dead air on her pale, bloodless face.

The disease is really a terrible devil, it can torture a healthy person to such a state in a short period of time.

An hour later, the hospital arrived.

Accompanied by Su Banxia, ​​Zhu Wuyou helped her mother complete the hospitalization procedures smoothly.

Su Banxia sighed, and said in a serious tone: "Wuyou, your mother's situation is not optimistic. At this time, our doctors are thinking about how to alleviate the patient's pain, improve the patient's quality of life, and treat the patient at the end of life. Caring, let her go through the last journey of life with dignity."

Zhu Wuyou asked her without giving up: "Ban Xia, is my mother really getting better?"

Su Banxia nodded: "Well, pancreatic cancer is one of the most difficult cancers to treat, and the mortality rate of advanced patients is often as high as 90.00%. Judging from the deterioration of Auntie's condition, Auntie may not last long."

Zhu Wuyou's heart felt cold, and the cold air shot up all over his body.

"Wuyou, think about it. Death, like birth, is something that people have to face in life. Ban Xia is right. What we have to do now is to face the facts calmly and do our best to make Auntie's high-quality Go through the final stage of life and send her away peacefully."

Lin Yunlang was really worried that she would not be able to bear the blows one after another, first the child, then her mother again.

Zhu Wuyou lowered his eyes, the sadness spread in his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "I know..."

Su Banxia stretched out her arms and hugged Zhu Wuyou, comforting her softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, you still have us."

There seemed to be cold tears falling from the corner of her eyes, Zhu Wuyou's shoulders trembled violently, and an uncontrollable cry overflowed from her throat.

There was a time when Zhu Wuyou felt that she was both beautiful and handsome, and she even liked the way she looked at work.

But recently, she felt that she had changed back to the former Zhu Wuyou.

She hated herself like this, but a series of misfortunes befall her again and again, and she was beaten back to her original shape abruptly.

How many steps does it take to break a person?
The answer is that it is enough to keep taking away the relatives around her.

Thinking about it now, apart from life and death, everything else is trivial.

But the endless bad news kept coming, Zhu Wuyou really had enough, she was so sad that she burst into tears.

Lin Yunlang's expression was dignified. Although he tried his best to hide his emotions, his eyes revealed his concern for her.

……

For the next half month, Zhu Wuyou stayed by the bed every day to accompany her, but Weng Xiaomei still treated her indifferently.

Zhu Wuyou didn't care, anyway, she was used to it.

The ward is very quiet late at night.The moonlight is like water, shining into the window, reflecting softly on the white hospital bed.

Weng Xiaomei was lying face up on the hospital bed, her face was sluggish, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

Xu Shi was tormented by the pain, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, she clenched her teeth tightly, and she couldn't help moaning in pain.

Her body seemed to be bitten by an invisible beast, and her limbs and bones were all suffering from unbearable pain.

Zhu Wuyou got up immediately when she heard the movement on the bed, and asked, "Mom, are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor for you?"

The flesh on Weng Xiaomei's skinny cheeks collapsed badly, and her dry lips were bloodless. She squirmed and made a painful and helpless voice: "Mmm."

A few minutes later, the doctor injected Weng Xiaomei with an analgesic, and she calmed down.

Seeing her mother's dying appearance, Zhu Wuyou's eyes became sore again.

The ward was very quiet, and even a slight sob would be amplified infinitely.

Weng Xiaomei slowly opened her eyes, and said weakly: "Why are you crying? Am I not dead yet?"

Zhu Wuyou turned her head and wiped away her tears: "Go to sleep, I won't disturb you anymore."

"No worries."

Weng Xiaomei seldom calls her by her first name, and even when she does, she always uses her first and last name.

This made Zhu Wuyou stunned for a moment, and hurried forward to ask: "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Remember, when the time comes, don't rescue her, don't intubate, don't go to the intensive care unit." Weng Xiaomei felt very tired after saying a word.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes were red, and he nodded: "I see."

After resting for 5 minutes, Weng Xiaomei said again: "Wuyou, I have been lying to you by telling you that I am an orphan, but in fact you have a grandmother."

Zhu Wuyou shrank her eyes, and said in a shocked tone: "Grandma? Then is she still alive in this world? Why have you never heard of her before?"

"Probably." Weng Xiaomei sighed, "I haven't seen her since I ran away from home at the age of 16, and I told myself that I just assumed she was dead, because I hated her."

It is said that a mother's love is great. I really didn't expect her mother to hate her mother so much?

There is a saying that if you don't suffer from others, don't persuade others to be kind. Perhaps there is something hidden in it.

Weng Xiaomei seemed to be lost in memory, and said eloquently: "Your grandmother gave birth to me out of wedlock. In my impression, she was very paranoid and had a strong desire to control. She kept instilling in me the idea that men are the original sin. Her Emotions are often very unstable, she would yell at me when she was upset, hit and scold me, and after each beating and scolding, she would cry and confess in front of me, I was fed up with her."

"That's not all. She hates men and can't do without him. Every once in a while, she will fall into an endless cycle of love-lost love. Until one time, I was bullied by the man she brought back, which I didn't expect It happened with her acquiescence. In order to keep that man, she did not hesitate to use my daughter as a sacrifice. I was only 16 years old at that time. I hated her and never wanted to see her again. .”

Zhu Wuyou was shocked: she thought her own was unfortunate enough, but compared with her mother's past, it seemed nothing at all.

It turns out that misfortune can also be hereditary.

Weng Xiaomei clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, and cried bitterly: "I clearly swore that I didn't want to be like her, but now I come back and see, I'm still her... woo..."

She was originally a victim, but in the end she also became a perpetrator.

Weng Xiaomei couldn't care about the pain in her body, and was out of breath from crying.

Zhu Wuyou cried and begged her to stop talking: "Mom, can you stop talking?"

After panting for about seven or eight minutes, Weng Xiaomei continued to open her eyes and speak: "Wuyou, remember that all your obsessions come from greed. Now I don't even have the strength to hate your father."

It turns out that Weng Xiaomei will never forget Lin Shaoshan until her death. He may be the only man she has ever loved in her life.

Just now, Zhu Wuyou was still on the phone and found the news that her father Lin Shaoshan and his successor Mrs. Lin attended the dinner.

The suppressed emotions in her body poured out in an instant, and she finally cried out, or to be more precise, she cried out for Weng Xiaomei.

Weng Xiaomei back then probably loved Lin Shaoshan so much.

But now they have cut off all their affection, and they don't even feel the need to look at each other before they die.

*
A few days later, Weng Xiaomei's condition became worse and worse.

Lin Yunlang brought the news of Zhu Wuyou's grandmother in time. It turned out that she had died of illness three years ago.

Hearing the news, two lines of tears welled up in Weng Xiaomei's eyes.

No matter how much she said she hated her, but that person was her dependent mother after all, and she still missed her in her heart.

When she was dying, Weng Xiaomei opened her eyes as if she was returning to the light, she was speechless, she looked at Lin Yunlang helplessly, and then at Zhu Wuyou.

Lin Yunlang knew that she wanted to entrust Zhu Wuyou to him.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will take care of Wuyou." Lin Yunlang held her hand tightly.

Standing on the side, Zhu Wuyou was already crying into tears. Her tears were like beads with a broken thread and could no longer be stopped. Her heart seemed to be stirred, bled, and torn by a grinder...

No matter how many times she experienced it, she still couldn't get used to this kind of life and death between relatives.

Before closing her eyes, only the fear of death, nostalgia and unwillingness to life were in Weng Xiaomei's eyes.

Perhaps in her eyes, death is the best relief.

The cold instrument made a "beep -" sound.

The doctor announced the patient's time of death.

"Mom! Mom!" Zhu Wuyou's heart-piercing voice came from the ward.

……

Three days later, Zhu Wuyou walked out of the funeral home holding the urn in his hand.

In addition to the five brothers of the Lin family, Su Banxia came together.

Whether good or bad, rich or poor, in the end it is nothing more than a handful of ashes, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.